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silvervi Mar 9
It's all about the choices
You're in a tornado of voices
And still the power is yours:
Feel free and simply choose.
Fianzy Mar 8
Stop looking for things to distract you.
Don’t occupy your time with silly things to keep you from facing
your mind,
your fears,
you.

Stop trying to out run yourself,
haven’t you realized you both keep the same pace.
You both have the same strengths and weaknesses.
Do something about it.
You are your own worst enemy. She knows me in and out and she knows what hurts and what doesn’t.
natalie Nov 2020
in my dreams
it makes it seem
that my life is a beautiful twisting stream.

but when i wake up
and i lie in bed,
the dreadful thoughts and feelings
coming running through my head.

i only want to sleep,
so the feelings cease to creep
up the back of my thighs,
through my spine and down my sheets.

the world makes me tremble,
and feel so nimble
my life needs to reassemble.

in my dreams, i feel it there
something that im not aware
so i do not wake,
i do not dare.
Carlo C Gomez Sep 2020
Alone here
In dark, impenetrable power

I'm named after my faces

"White light into seven colours"

Written directly on this
Prism wall

It follows a rhythm of my heartbeat

And yet I feel
I don't know me at all
Druzzayne Rika Aug 2020
Everything I try I have lost faith in me
it is the story written of my destiny
there is a lot to what could be
but the pages of my thoughts are left empty
I owe lot to the belief of my family
They're still wishing the best for me
but I want to check the exitdoor
I just have no self belief like before.
FrannyFoo May 2020
I felt it last night
That feeling of empty.
When you blindly throw trust,
And hungry hands choke it to death.
I couldn't breath.
Skin raw and stung,
You burnt me with a fiery poker,
Branding me a fool.
Calling me out for my desperate need
To be longed for.
I felt numb as you held me.
Yet too hot.
Walls closed in.
I stared at your ceiling,
Wondering when it was okay to leave.
Collect my pride from the floor and go.
I am just a piece of meat
I forgot,
Sorry.
Thank you for reminding me of who I am.

Those moments you left me to my thoughts,
I felt a familiar warmth.
Slightly comforting being alone next to someone

(Slightly messed up is what it is)

I felt slightly nothing.

When I left, your back was turned.
And I could breathe again.
As if I had been holding my breath for 14 hours.
(You had me for 14 hours)
That's how long it takes to learn.
I found money on my way out,
I stole it.
I felt I deserved it.
You wasted me
My time
My body
You insulted my intelligence.
I stole cigarettes as well.
To pull the life back into my lungs.
Funny how something so intimate and personal,
Can become a power grab.
That's when I tune out.
Go limp, numb, turn off my brain.
I wish you had paid me...
Give me a good Yelp review at least
5 stars
*******.
I felt scared.
*******
Ursula Wolf Apr 2020
Humid breeze fell
Hard upon
Us

From there I heard
How descended
She.

Sonorous footprints
rushing towards
Me

From there I knew,
That for her came
They,

Mass-hurtled inquirers.
Before long said
I:

'Cannot be taken
Her!'

Over crown-blasted blaze
rushed
I

To the moist
street;

Taking
The eyes of
Mine,

Flickered
The world against
Me.

Reached they for
In my arms laying
Wings.

Thereupon I felt,
the groundbreaking
Hiss,

Which,
From envying
Eyes,

Hurled out
Itself in
Disguise.

From there I knew
That hasten must
I

Behind circumference,
Under immensity,
Before evocation.

And then revealed
She

The wings for the
Stars.

Flashing eyes reborned
Life,
Plumes hurtled the
Ground,
Skin-flares illumed the
Sky,
Goldening-hair had
Confound.

And then ran
I
Just against
Me!
A Alexander Nov 2019
They come in unannounced,
united, and uninvited,
demanding my attention
my hands and body are in pose with contention
at the fault of being self aware
I let these thoughts linger,
letting them leave their mark
streaks, smudges and smears
leaving when they please, only to soon return
Tears down my face,
Lord where is the grace?
A curse at times of the mindful
Writing about my first experience with meditation and the struggles that came
along
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