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I owe myself way more than I owe to any body else.
Anonymous Freak Apr 2020
This is a message
To the me
That has been left
Switched to “on”
For what feels like
Too long.

The me
Who’s held a lot in lately,
And is afraid to release.

The me
With the noisy engine
Left running.

The me
Who is frustrated and tired,
But tries not to show it.

To the me
With the circuits whirring,
And the fan buzzing,
Yet still too hot to the touch
From being “on”
For longer than ever before.

The me,
Who’s head and heart
Are heavy,
Who sometimes feels ready
To give up.
But doesn’t.

The version of myself
Who’s smiled more
Than she wanted to,
And made more small talk
Than she thought
She could stand.

The me
Who doesn’t know
What she’s doing,
But is trying to keep
From looking too bothered by it.

To the me
Who’s been “on”
For what what feels like
too long,
Who’s batteries are drained
And doesn’t know how
To recharge.

You’re doing okay,
And I’m proud of you
Even if you’re tired.
azzan Mar 2020
The anxieties of life, of self-worth, of good health,
Do overwork the mind, to rather grave lengths.

Set in overdrive, your fears, your failures, and your stress,
Yet, too blind to realise, to pause, to confess,

Your extensive efforts, to please, to cater to and satisfy the rest,
'Til, you sit down, grasp and digest life's one true test:

"To set aside, your worries, archive them on a shelf,
To set aside the time, to make it nice, for Yourself."
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livianna Mar 2020
Achelois is the moon.
"She who washes away pain," they say.
So tell the moon your secrets
tell the moon your woes
Achelous will listen.
And once you stop talking,
she shines her light in a wink.
Achelois is the moon.
Achelois is a friend.
The moon will listen only if you talk.
RisingUp Mar 2020
I adjusted myself to the whims of guys who saw me as a playground

I thought that was what I had to settle for as a single girl in a world where "being casual" is an expectation

But deep down I knew
this is not what I wanted to do.

But if I did any less, I still felt sad
People pleasing is what makes me glad

My religious upbringing and morals caused me to see intimacy as something more
Having fun with no feelings is not what I was destined for
Through trial and error I learned more.

Who am I?
What lights my fire?
What is my actual true desire?

Being intimate with someone who actually cares about me
Who sees me as more than an amusement ride that is free

I encourage other girls in a similar position
To think hard and use their own true volition

To discover what it is that suits them best
Women should not have to settle for anything less
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2020
Vulnerable group
With preoccupied mind
Who doesn't bother to
Wear Mask
Clean hands
Stay in distance
Holding
A morbid faith
In their thick brain
Either
Are the Superhumans
Or just an ignorants

Thank you
Genre: Raw
Theme: A friendly reminder
Note: And remember Viruses don't discriminate anything, they follow the universal law, they accept, no bribe.
Stepping back this time is a warm up to bounce better, immune again. Background of COVID-19.
SilentMetanoia Mar 2020
How beautiful you bloom
when you nurture your roots
Self-care can be hard to master but when it is practiced, you begin to learn that it is a stepping stone to your wholesomeness. It is the key ingredient that combines balance and unity to your soul that makes you who you are.
Grow, Evolve, Transform
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2020
New version of chilling
Involves deeper level of
Conversation
Starts with trust
Patience to listen
Eagerness to understand
Response to improvise
And ends with
A promise to flush
Ego
Anger
And indifferences
For SELFCARE

Let's chill
For the better conscience
Breathe in, breathe out
Genre: Experimental Inspirational
Theme: Inhale Exhale
Pranya Mar 2020
Before every pistanthrophobic,
There is an unbearable betrayed.
Maybe just a gift,
For which i will be always thankful for...
The scars you gave me,
Made way for my tears to seep.
Right through my heart,
In the underwater treasures of an hidden darkside.

Maybe trust is the most fragile thing,
Handle it with close attentions.
You never know who is the one,
Whom to trust,
Whom to void,
Though this is the game of life.

People change,
Love hurts,
Friends leave,
Things go wrong,
But life goes on.

Maybe you will never know,
Cause i will never show...
Life will be the way it is...
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