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Ashna Alee Khan Aug 2016
My mind is numb,
my soul is numb,
my body is numb.
All I could do is to
drink and think of you.
All I'm left out with is
that bottle of Jack Daniel's
and last night memories.
Do you remember that night?
when we sat under the Moon,
hands in hands, taking promises
from each other and taking promises
from love, not to leave us alone.
I remember where stars took us,
I remember we sat on the edge of
that waxing crescent and talked
about our dreams, passion, love
and about us.
I remember the wind
was so wild and young,
I remember how the wind
danced with us.
But now that we are not there today,
the moon is going to bleed,
so have you packed your things
and are you ready to die?
i liked someone but,

i’m too young.

i loved someone but,

he broke up with me.

i’m ready to let someone in again but,

he couldn’t wait.

i had someone who is special to me but,

we just stopped being close.

some want to win my heart but,

i don’t have feelings for them.

i guess

this is not my time,

my heart is not ready.

the right person will come

unexpectedly and at the right time.
Tyler Houck May 2016
I'm trying to sleep.
Unfortunately, I can't.
I'm lying in bed
thinking about tomorrow;
wondering if I'm ready.
I just keep thinking about the things I have tomorrow.
Maple Mathers May 2016
something;
everyone’s seeking something.

*
Ready or not, hiding or not,
someone will always,
ALWAYS*,
come
seeking.

Ashley May 2016
married to fate, chained to the future
my wounds won't heal, not even with sutures
the roulette ball rolls; who knows where it'll land?
will i know to take hold when you outstretch your hand?
each day my doubts plague me, gnaw at my soul
and sometimes i wonder if this is why i thrive in the cold
what prompts us to write, to shove words out in the open?
who can look into our eyes and know that we're broken?
the pen is a blade; my heart is a trigger
this place is a maze; my blood clumps thicker
three years ago, i thought i would be different,
thought i'd be bigger, or less worried about insignificance
i thought the world would turn on its' axis boldly,
and that i wouldn't crave days where i want someone to hold me
three years ago, i wonder if my sails had a stronger direction
and once upon a time - i swear - i had more connections
fear still finds me,
a panther stalking its' foolish prey,
and time still blinds me
with how quickly it ticks away
is success just a feeling? is it only a name?
is it even a level, a possibility in this game?
is passion a feeling, or just a thirst for fame?
is home a person, a place, or an imaginary plane?
my mind still haunts me, with its' rattling doors,
and sometimes my demons whisper that i'm doomed to bore
questions ignite my being, setting me ablaze
as i wonder if i will ever be ready for the adulting daze
Y'all, it's been a long, long time since I published anything... and a long time since I've properly written. I'm trying to do better - no one really reads these, but it's a testament to myself. I'm trying.
TERRY REEVES May 2016
Now you're ready to go and knock 'em dead
ever since you read 'War and Peace'
you ran up a hill shooting wild geese
depression lifted - such a happy release

You sat bolt upright in the middle of the night
couldn't wait to get out there, that's alright
do what you want to do, nothing held back
I've given you purpose - now you'll have the knack

of sussing things out, see what life's about
from now on you will have no more doubt
I see you jumped on a horse - ruffled
someone's hair as a matter of course you did, you beaut

I'm watching to see how you'll get on
the golden dust you leave will be long gone
POSSIBLE Apr 2016
I destroy as I write
painted movements upon the disease of blankness

fulfilling the open potential
shining through a darkened tunnel
fraught with the weight of culture's phantasm.

A projected collective
imbuing meaning and density leaving the propensity
to do more in the hands of the unconscious.

A generation  of dreamers caught  in a co-created nightmare

It takes a forceful shaking to wake them into waking, a kind of tremor like the earth is quaking

but stillness
still grips

those who would otherwise toss and turn

You've had your time, now its our turn

Interdimensional investigative procedure
Prepare your resume, for today you will be hired or fired

Welcome to the game.
Place noise in of hands of  those with silent faces
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