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Ram B Feb 2023
It's been an hour
Aboard this car
My hotel is near
Yet the traffic
made it far.
A magnificent sunset
Outside my window
Beautiful hues
Of red, pink, and yellow
The river reflected them
As we passed a bridge
Beauty doubled
As it was received.
irinia Feb 2023
hands sliding
sounds gliding
minds swirling
in this dance
of stillnes

gaps filled
with
longing
arising
dwelling
Farah Taskin Dec 2022
Feelings died
in this archaeological site
discordant music stopped
In a vacant mind
I sit here alone
The Foodie One Mar 2022
I am Frozen
- Still -
in Space

Trapped between
solid Waters
and biting Winds,

All I ever
wished for
were some Wings.
© 07/01/2022
Erik T Blaze Dec 2021
Well.,
It's another
mundane assignment
as I feel I'm being  trapped
In

In the Asylum

Cause everyday,  I feel I'm on an
I -- land
and I'm  drift'n

With nothing but consciousness
on my mind

Seeing many visions now
many a times

A thousand times?

Yeah,  the feeling is
Time -- less

But then again?

I thought it was just another case
of my mind just being mind -
less

( Smh )
How thoughtless

As I feel I'm getting reacquainted with
the darkness
that's trapped under my Eye -
lids

For all I've ever seen under the skies is
in disguises and nothing but vio -
lence

While still sitting still in the stillness inside
as I sigh
in si -- lence

I'm left with  the question of
Who am I?

Undecided but
No Suicide

Cause on the other side of you and I
is nothing but illness and a stag -
Nation
that's..

Still divided and
too stationary

Vision blurry.. in a hurry
But..
No worries

Cause I'm already invested
Battle tested

Here

In my latter -  Days

And even though I can't see that
clearly the paths or the plans laid
before me

My plate is empty and my stomach is
rumbling while feeling kinda hungry
which is kinda annoying
But at the same time?
Re- a-ssuring

As the tempters continue to
Tempt me
The Lord is my Shepherd
Psalms 23
Christian Bixler Dec 2021
for awhile
the rain-washed limb
glows
A M Ryder Nov 2021
Somewhere
Out there
A stillness
A darkness
Yet known
A nothingness
Awaits us
And it's better
That way

The purpose of life
Is that it ends
And people
Don't think
About death
Until they're
Forced to
Wilkes Arnold Sep 2021
On a bed in fair mid-May,
Away from school, work, and play,
Lie a young boy devoid of joy,
Trying to break away.

It wrestled, fought, and struggled,
But fatal aims redoubled,
His iron will held them stock-still,
Neither could break away.

Motions were slow and fleeting,
Instinct and Will competing,
To end two pains in different veins,
Crumble and break away.

Strangling a blind reflection,
White-knuckling throats mid-section,
With fratricide, a part had died,
What's left to break away.

Downtown a young man stood tall,
Behind eyes, perturbing pall,
Lie a young boy devoid of joy,
Trying to break away.
Sabika Sep 2021
You do not decay when you are dead,
You decay when you are still.
When you stop moving, that’s when your environment eats you up.
Jammit Janet Aug 2021
Stop rushing
Be present
In time
Snooze
Hit that button
Indulge (in yourself)
Feel alive.
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