Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
The allusion we perform
So that people perceive us
The way they want
kevin Mar 26
repetitive engaged
newer orders
where we come from
is where nothing returns
the service of birth
to not come home
on foreign soil
only to war
only for war was i thought of
this one will not win
this strategy of me
a world
they enjoy and toy with me you will
toil till death does its part with you
you tend to my munitions
i confer and advance
you engaged me
and again i gain ground
no fence?
know fence
no place
mine
handless land, crawling
time honored minute, non traditional
warfares itself upon the service
none shall attend
being built in a bottle
Ikram Mar 23
To scream into the void or let silence devour me whole?
To claw at the seams of this waking dream,
or accept that I was never awake?

To be the mad one or the blind one?
To whisper the truth no one wants to hear,
or let the lie cradle me to sleep?

They fear death like a stranger,
but I swear, I’ve known it before.
Soft. Familiar. Calling me home.

So is it better to speak or to die?
Or was I dead long before I asked?
“Is it better to speak or to die?” A question that lingers between the ribs but what if this world the one we claw at so desperately is the dream? What if the truth is too sharp to touch, too terrifying to name?
They call madness a curse, but what if it’s the only thing that sees clearly? They call this life, but what if it’s only a shadow of something real?
Shall i let silence devour me whole?  Or wake from the illusion, or stay asleep inside the lie? Maybe we aren’t afraid of death—we’re afraid of waking up.
Tell me… would you rather wake up, or disappear into the dream?
Among the crowd, busy life,
I saw a soul, hustling around.
Not like people, always rife,
A lost boy, ought to be found.

I saw you pass by,
Pass though my whole.
I wished to talk, say "Hi!"
But I only saw you, behind the pole.

I saw you, but so did you
You opened your mouth, I passed by,
Like a puzzle, you left a clue,
Walked away just after, "I!..."

What were you about to say,
This haunts me still,
Maybe you wanted to make me your bae,
Oh, I'm climbing a steep hill.
Vianne Lior Feb 14
We speak, but do we hear?
Voices rise, yet silence screams—
what are we afraid of?
Speak, though the world may not yet hear,
Your voice a melody, unique, clear.
In the symphony of life, each note dear,
The universe listens, always near.
inthewater Jan 13
i spoke
and now i know
what i wondered long ago

i can't hide behind
that favorite line
the one i use to fantasize:

"what if I -"

speak and i am heartbroken.

----------------------------

"what if"

i hold my tongue and i never know?

i cannot say i'll never know
i broke my silence, not long ago

and my heart is broken
but at least i know,
which is better:

and it is to speak.
an answer is an answer, and i answered my own question on top of all of that.
kokoro Jan 5
Its been three months
her hairs long now
it cascades down her back
moving as she walks closer to me,
grows closer to me.
I wonder how she feels when she sees me,
how she feels when she sees me standing there waiting.
all i see is guilt, and on top of that shame.
shame how it ended the way it did,
guilt on the way i acted.
i don't know if i should speak,
and if i did,
if she would respond.
Claire Kowal Nov 2024
Blood stains the hands of the guilty a nauseous crimson.
From first contact,
To the last breath,
Remains no emotion

Beneath their fine skin
Turning a sickly gray
From the chaos within a human,
To their ability of empathy

We are no different from the animals
We also have a purpose
But one must not be afraid of theirs

For as long as we live,
We are controlled by someone
Unknown or known to us.
Their grasp on reality isn’t as strong as ours,
For that’s why we are above them
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2024
Everything kept in bittersweet silence

Lips ****** from biting back the sentences I am not courageous enough to speak aloud

Eyes shut to avoid sting of reality

Upon shelves towering above stature sit dusty expectations
Long since placed carefully with wonderment
Slathered in cobwebs and mice have moved in and taken up permanent residence in the nooks between

It's a **** miracle they stayed in position this whole time
I cannot seem to stop fidgeting and swinging wildly from distraction to distraction
Branches leading away from my plans
Some of them not even sturdy enough to tolerate my weight
Sending me spiraling spectacularly to the solidly packed earth far below

Selecting thrills instead of skills

Denying truth politely
As one turns down a piece of gum

And it doesn't help laying bare my soul
I do anyways

Although I resent pain caused by opening these ancient wounds at least then my sorrow is freed
4-20-23
Next page