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I think subliminaly some people know that success is limited to there environment. It’s pretty much a farse. you could become super successful and rich, but what’s it worth after all is bought or accomplished.. nothing without society saying so. Or you could live in your cabin and feel just as successful doing what you say is worthwhile. Both of which are great.
I’m a pessimist, ideally I’d like to have a cabin, fire, and a creak, self sufficiency and to live out my life accomplishing as little as possible, but to do so I’d have to sell myself enough to afford land, my child’s future, and an decent sized interest bearing account to pay for the taxes. Sooo the system has its ways of forcing us to play and that’s just the way of our day and I struggle with the why there’s greed and corruption when there’s no ultimate gain from winning it all unless the future has foretold some worldly super powers that we must progress aggressively in order to survive..heck maybe Mother Earth knows that doom is inevitable and we are her way escaping and traveling the galaxy. Idk I don’t think there’s actually reasons behind anything and logic is archaic tool that is limiting people. Imagine if logic wasn’t in your forethought if it wasn’t right up front blocking the view. If instinct and insight was there and logic didn’t cipher your decision because there’s no law of competition with each other,  only natural trusting coexistence, and you didn’t question your survival instinct because people are no longer making complex variables of deception in order to cannibalize on each others life force.  Idk mate I guess we are the dominant species and we have it pretty awfully good and everything is just naturally evolving forever. And it’s always all good
I dig you and all the oddities that you are.
Just need you, in my head, in my heart, twisting me up and dancing with my soul.
Wish I could kiss you to death, revive you with electric love and lick your soul in its private parts.
If your lips are the last thing I taste every night, l'd never need dessert.
Passionate dribble
Four Aug 2020
Here I am sitting,
Wondering and wandering through my mind,
The life I want and could have had,
If only this pandemic did not arrived.

Im feeling sad deep inside,
Of not being satisfied of the life I have,
I am not here to get roasted,
Though I know I deserved it.

I know I am fortunate from most others,
I know I am acting so insensitive,
I have choose to be optimistic almost all the time,
But I choose to be honest just this time.
Let it out sometimes and be "selfish" to make yourself somehow feel good during this difficult times.
Khyati Jul 2020
I'm
tired
of
meeting
different
people
in
one
body!
Now only if everyone could stop pretending!
I'm literally so done with people like these. Like could you stop wearing that mask over your face and be you like really you for just once!
Khyati Jul 2020
They call me beautiful,
For even my scars are beaded with jewels of pain!
They call me charming,
For  even my tears shed down like pearls, as in the monsoon rain!
And then they call it a day,
For even my words, rant like the late winter's hail!
Let's redefine the word "beautiful"
Marsha Mar 2020
I write your name on my cigarette, light it up, and smoke it away.
I fill my lungs with nicotine,
I taste the burn in my throat,
as I try to erase every memory of you.
I want to forget your eyes, your lips, your scent,
erase every **** thing about you, and cleanse my mind.
I take one deep, long drag,
and smoke all thoughts of you away.
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