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MA Oct 2020
There’s something about you.
That’s so familiar.
Makes me feel like I’ve been here before.
Like I’ve loved you before.  
You make my heart dance.
I swear I met you.
I can’t put my finger on it.
But your just a stranger.
M R White Sep 2020
Mortality is a strange thing. I don't think of her often.
But when I do, she knocks me to my knees. Taking all the air out of my lungs. She's powerful and stoic. Who thinks of her when they are the top of the world?
Not one. But she's always there, to catch you when you're sinking into the floor. Painfully reminding you she's the only one who you speak to when the night is dark and cold.
She's tricky and sly.
Taking the old, but also the young,
a baby, hardly a week old.
a kid, barely a quarter of a century young.
How do I justify her actions? Why not me? I didn't ask for these growing pains. But again, nobody does. Nobody asks to be plucked from the Earth.
Why does she chose to ****** every beautiful being from this Earth?
Why is she so strange?
Perhaps, she must remind us that we are just mortals.
We are of this Earth, she is not.
She must remind us, because we often forget.
struggling with mortality, more than usual.
Ashley Rowan Sep 2020
facing the abyss
disconnected
lost touch with the earth

for it is only myself
who makes me
feel this way

i'm longing for
something that is
not necessary

it makes me feel meritless
at sea
and strange

because the depth after all
is but a pit
for others
Mark Parker Sep 2020
Woe be to the lady of seasons!
Persephone and Demeter argue.
As neither can forgive dear family,
we are lost! We are sunk! Polar icecaps
melt to the tension of their bickering.

Poseidon’s domain increases ever more!
His power does drive our beaches and shores
higher! Higher! Higher ever more!
I’ve lived my life in a fancy with the Greek gods. Just recently, they erupt when I write.
Broken Pieces Sep 2020
I feel like I'm floating on the sky,
Rather than being afraid to cry.

I feel like anything to come is good,
I feel like I'm finally understood.

But at the same time I've filled with fear,
Wondering if the bad is near.

I feel like it's wrong to feel this much joy,
Because it could just destroy.

So is it wrong to be okay?
I'm not sure if I still feel that way.
Jay M Sep 2020
Back to the wall
Music playing
Something slowly arising
Preparing me to fall

Light and giddy
Swaying and saying
Words which stumble out
Sloshing and without
A drop of sense

Fingers tapping each tiny letter
Attempting to convey
The strangeness taking over
Wondering if it would get any better

Alas, it only gets worse
Before it gets better

Lying on the floor
Limbs stretched and curling back in
Laughter erupting in bursts from within
Wild, untamed and oh, what more
What more did come?

A loss of time,
All left in fog
Alone and lightly afraid
Yet thoughtless
Like a small child hearing a rhyme

Fragments
Moments of time
Glimpses into memory
Much left unseen

Slipping into sleep
In my head did I weep
For what I do not know
Kneading the carpet insecurely like dough

Awakened not an hour later
Stiff and unsure
Climbing to my bed
To rest my confused head.

- Jay M
September 6th, 2020
I was alone in my room though, the whole night. I don't know what happened, but I couldn't stop laughing. I don't remember much else. Yes, I'm fine. No, I didn't take anything.
Pockets Aug 2020
We all want change 
But we don't wanna change 

We say keep the change
Like we don't need the change
Like we've never counted out dimes to buy cigarettes or beans

We're 2000 miles over on an oil change 
We don't like to think about what we can change 

We change our mind
We change our hair
We change our *** 
We change our friends

We change the channel 

But we don't change

We don't wanna change 
How can you change what makes you the same

Winds change and we get blown away
Because we don't wanna change 

Isn't that strange
Jay M Aug 2020
Wandering a vast gloom
Only to stumble into a large room
Filled with shelves of books
Some telling of heroes and crooks
None of which I choose to read

Moving aimlessly past the collections
Dwelling on life's rejections
Only to see, just for a moment,
A figure running swiftly by
Evading me just so
But this I shall not let go

The chase begins
So far it wins
Turning and twisting around corners
Dodging my lingering gaze
Slipping away as though called
Leaving me enthralled in the mystery
Not to give up

Breathless, I stop
Mind spinning and fogged
Dizzied by the sudden stop
Almost to collapse-
But caught
In the figures arms
A scent filling my nostrils
So familiar and comforting
Making me feel safe in this madness

Then we fall
The figure flat on their back
Still holding me in their arms
I apologize, but find myself
Strangely unable to shy away
So there I stay
Cozy in their arms
Turning to put my ear over their heart
Quick beats, soon slowing to be at ease

They release a sigh
Of content or defeat
I do not know
But they do not go
So there we lie
Wordlessly calm
For here we did meet
But not for the first time
Or so I believe

My eyes grow tired
Heavy with sleep
Soon upon me it shall creep
But before I fall into a slumber
I ask their name
To which they reply,
"I am in your heart."

- Jay M
August 18th, 2020
Last night, I had a strange dream. I still don't know who that figure was, but somehow I think it will come to me.
MisfitOfSociety Aug 2020
What is this?
Is it a dream?
Nothing changes,
Yet nothing stays the same.

Remember,
We’re not here.
We all exist,
As one elsewhere.
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