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ms reluctance Apr 2019
Bring back those summers
when all I did was read books
and snooze under the noisy fan;
**** on ice pops
until my lips went numb;
gorge on black jamuns,
rolling the pits over my tongue;
listen to the radio cycling
the same twelve songs…

It was all I did.
It was enough.

I still do the things I did then –
I read,
laze around
with my earphones on,
eat what I like,
and do whatever else I want.

Yet I can’t shake the restlessness –
It’s not enough.

Summer remains the same.
I am the one who has changed.
NaPoWriMo Day #2
Poetry form: Free Verse
I think therefore I suffer
Isabella Howard Apr 2019
These familiar streets used to bring solace.

You see, this used to be a blank canvas but I've painted myself onto it and people are starting to notice.

Looking out from my seat all I see are ghosts of what I've done lining the streets.

And it's a scene I wish I could reframe
But this,

This is a problem I just can't tame.

Maybe I'll change my name

Then plan a party with no invitations and wonder why nobody came.
Empire Mar 2019
I have never
Ever loved anyone
In any kind of a
Romantic way

It makes my heart ache and burn
Restless and eager
For someone to decide
That maybe I'm worth pursuit

Here I am
19 years into life
And I have never
Even come close to romance

I don't need a man
But I want to know what
Butterflies in my stomach
Feel like before a date

I am capable and bright
Strong and passionate
But I long to be known
So deeply and
To be loved

But love eludes me
The other kind of lovesick.
Jaden May 2019
My soul grows restless
though I grow weary
I wish for a peaceful adventure
to cure this aching want.
© KMH 2019
part four of my "TMHTM" series (I'm pretty much done typing out the whole title now.)
Lost Girl Feb 2019
I can’t escape my mind, but I am in control of my actions.
Chills run down my spine as I think of what I am capable of.
These thoughts cloud my judgment and take what’s left of my sanity.
Baylee Kaye Jan 2019
insecurity gets the best of me.
even when I don’t mean for it to.
a fear of becoming bothersome
with these afflictions I try to suppress.
I suffer restlessly with these sentiments,
earnestly craving a silence from the voices
that resound persistently in my head.
I struggle with the irons wrapped around me,
screaming routinely that it’s all a facade.
no matter how hard I try, how far I run,
the thoughts are always ahead of me.
always one step in front, beckoning me.
enticing me to welcome their embrace.
an embrace of sorrow, of lies and of pain.
a place of immeasurable uncertainty.
blanketed by a face of calm.
ugh
Jey Jan 2019
Love is never what you wanted.
I hope you got what you wanted from me.

You took everything I had left of me.
There's nothing left of me.

Having nothing left to lose.
I'm so far gone.

There's nothing left for me to do
I only want you, only you.

What do you need to prove?
So irrelvent its old news.

Old memories that once meant something to me.
You didn't need to do me like that.

Feeling ashamed for wanting you back.
Missing the way you act.

When I told you I loved you,
It was a fact.

It's not romance I lack.
Leaving me asking where were you at?

Replaying the last words you said to me.
Thinking of messaging you.
I just can't picture you replying to me.

Missing you lying with me.
Never needed you lying to me.
About a girl that i once knew!
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