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Zywa Apr 2019
The rapini and the nuts
I buy from the gnomes
the rest is delivered
under the green rooflet

Not that I need much
lead and gold are just wishes
maybe a happiness
in other people's eyes

I rather live warmly
in satisfaction
a clean nest
of myself

proven solid
that aged it is
outside is chaos
and the evening chills
Collection “Moons”
Brandon Mar 2019
Set I
You don't really call on me like you should
Dial my line and I'll roll through your neighborhood
We all have problems under this hemisphere
But you persevere and smile so fierce
I know your circle doesn't want smoke with me
Because they trust we can go all the way
He broke your trust, trust me, is all I say
It's okay you need someone that's calm and patient
Someone who's never okay being complacent
Who's honest enough to check you in the wrong
Does the armor on your skin belong?
Won't you be my plug?
You could be the one
Like Summer Walker, start with a handshake
And eventually, I'll need more than a hug
Let's vent late at night with Pink Moscato wine
Open up to me about these emotional crimes
All that you're missing; this late night attention
The best combination
To feel empathy is ultimate satisfaction
Communication is not meant for one side
So, do what's best for your mind
I think girls need a little something for everything. A genuine person for starters. Cheers to finding that special someone!
Kasti Mar 2019
As life and death while neither truly works

a fear of death and a fear of life fuels my flame

the things I do don’t particularly interest me anymore

I feel like I’m slipping away.

Silenced colors will eventually fade.

If I were to not fear death, would I be able to live?

If I were to not fear life, would I be able to die?

Neither living or dying

mere existing

what existence is this?

to dream of colors that don’t exist

is to say to not dream at all.

But colors that don’t exist envelop us in comfort

and worry falls to all.
Existentialism and love won't leave my mind
Oskar Roux Mar 2019
If a rainy day was every day
Then every day would be mine.
If every day, was a rainy day
By me, that would be just fine.
But if a rainy day was every day.
Would it still be special to me?
Or if every day was a rainy day
Would that dampen the joy for me?

-Oskar roux
A simpler, happier poem
Moving on the road
Passing through the breeze

I realize

Nothing to gain or nothing to loose
But never, I realize

Time had come to face the reality
Then only, I realize

I was the last, everyone ahead
Sorry, no one can help it.
Two ways were there, first was to cry
But I chose the latter one
Everyone was against, I realize.

Facing the truth, stick to it
Oh yes, it is satisfactory
Feeling complete, no one realizes
But you, so keep moving on the same road
One day, everyone will realize.
Caloris Feb 2019
What is it that you seek?
It's neither great nor meek.
May lead you out of bounds and measure,
Yet yielding satisfying pleasure.
Anika Nelson Jan 2019
don't change your dreams for monetary gain...
chase after your goals for true happiness,
not superficial satisfaction
when deciding your future...
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