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lenora lovegood Jul 2019
It's not what my friends all say
I don't need to be what they need -
I've overcome that particular fear
I'm only tired now and left with
this longing
it's like a mountain hyway
or a horizon moving sideways
as I glide in a boundless ferry

The longing is some long distance
I see reeling on
an idea towards an end
I vaguely put together from memory

I see it traveling in echoes,
sound's shadows
carrying on
like their only mission
for the rest of my life
is to for them to carry on
Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
Sometimes I feel
I am no longer writing for myself,
but rather becoming more like an elf.
Working and writing for everyone,
but myself.

I feel the need to keep my followers
entertained consistently and constantly
out of the fear I may lose my audience.

I feel I lost the purpose of my writing,
finding myself writing to the others liking
rather than expressing the voice within me.

For, once writing felt like a destress
but now it seems more of a stress.

I find myself beating my mind,
scraping for ideas,
juicing what's left within me,
to be drained
just to post consistently.

It's important to remember
to put yourself first above others.
To express to your likings and authenticity.
To not lose one self in the muddle of others
demands, voices and likings.
To remember the reason,
why you initially started.
Cardboard-Jones Jul 2019
How many days have slipped through your fingers like the wind?
Did you notice? Did you feel it?
It’s like this feeling inside
Makes you feel like you’re going nowhere,
And nothing matters.
What if I caught you stargazing
And ran into your arms,
Would you see then what I always see?
I’d look into your eyes and tell you
The stars have been here all along.
It’s easy to say everything’s going to end.
Especially when you can’t see where you started.
It’s safer to say that we are all alone.
So before your heart becomes your grave site
And you’re buried six feet beneath the ground.
You didn’t lose your shine,
You just forgot where you put it.
You didn’t abandon your shine,
You just overlooked it.
Bring those starry eyes back
And see what I’ve seen all along.
Mystic Ink Plus Jul 2019
केहि कुरा म बुझ्छु

बुझ्न चाहन्छु केहि कुरा
केहि कुरा बुझ्दिनँ
अँ
त्यो समय म  
गुरु सम्झन्छु
कथन: तिम्रो बिचार पढेको भए म ज्ञानी हुन्थिए होला
बुझेको भए झन् ज्ञानी हुन्थिए होला
मेरो चकचक तिमीले बुझेनौ
तिम्रो ज्ञान मैले बुझिन
धन्यवाद ।
Priyam Jul 2019
Will you remember my voice
The day I'm finally dead
Will you understand the words
You left unheard and I, unsaid
Oleander blooms
bear a sweet lingering scent
e'er to remember
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