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Mélissa Jun 21
I'm not much of a dancer

Rythm is something that beats in me
But rests inside

Can't get it to run from the valve through the vains
And reach my fingers

Escape and work me free

Although I hear it like a clock's hand's echo
Commanding my will

I'll never dance

But the current will flow and burn my fuse
Overload the circuit

Because too much has been asked of me
And I had no release

And no matter how electrifying the song may be

I resist
A will so rigid,
I could reject even my soul.
Memories of past so vivid;
They swallow me a whole.

Lack of pride and no approval;
He neither asks nor pleads.
Wouldn't even present a proposal
For the person his mind heeds
I wrote this poem during December, last year.
at least a few lines,
might as well a word
or perhaps a period,
and only for that moment,
betrayal to “I would resist”,
in constant, shall happen.
LC Apr 2021
than sweet moments suspended in time
like thick, dark, smooth molasses
resisting the strong pull of gravity
as it flows from a shiny silver spoon.
#escapril day 26!
Spriha Kant Mar 2021
Sometimes , I am unable to resist an unknown force which pushes me to go beyond my limits and makes me a deaf for listening to all the **** that others say and think about me.
SøułSurvivør Sep 2020
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Put Satan in his place
or he'll find a place
IN YOU.

<><><><>

SoulSurvivor
[12W]
Safana Aug 2020
Staying single
is a loneliness,
I tried to,
but,
I can't resist.
I want to marry
Someone with
a green face and
white clothe,
she is someone
with a giant smile
and, behaving
bravely.
Will you marry me? Someone question me
because someone want to marry
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