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Dream Fisher Dec 2019
I wonder what it's like to not "good morning"
Passing out without a "good night"
Some days the world will feel more lonely
Some days your head won't be on right.
The sun may hide behind those clouds,
The stars may not shine so bright.
You just need to keep going,
Everything will be alright. In time.

The **** clock is stuck on the seventeenth hour
A cold shower to wake up your mind
Eating ninety-eight packets of oatmeal,
It's the only breakfast I could find.
Nothing feels real without "good morning"
Tell me how to start this day
Stuck in my head so here I lay.

I know what it's like without "good morning"
I bet a lot can say the same
Put on my clothes to slave away,
I'm trying to keep my world all right
Until I put my head down
Passing out without "good night"
InkHarted Dec 2019
I tilt my head in reassurance
for the flowers wilt and die
yet another will be risen tomorrow
and the birds again will fly
through dusk and dawn this cycle of life
predictable yet we are surprised
when I am born I didn't ask to be
and tomorrow I might die
but all is well for tomorrow
will come
and then the birds will sing again
and the flowers shall bloom in fragrance
and the sun will fill my heart
but the sun lived its last breathe
and its last flicker of light shone
as a mirage of a typical sunset
and a death with a hope for a life
and the planets crumble
and the moons decay
and tomorrows bud that will never bloom
everything will be alright because like the sun will rise tomorrow there will be a new beginning for us all we will always be ridded of the darkness for there alas will be a ***** after a mountain. what if it is intact the last sunset you see tonight. what then.
Grey Dec 2019
Colors streak blue skies
as the sun makes its descent
towards the horizon.
Jason Adriel Dec 2019
like the golden sunset
slowly turning red
you are the beauty of the world
small, idk
50 years from now
we'll be old, weak and weathered.
Sunken into our patio chairs
we'll watch the sun go down once more, yet again.

As the shimmer of that dim bright sunset
would slowly turn dark
we'll think of all those moments
from all these years
which shaped our lives
and led us to this point.

You particularly,
would think of that day - our first date
and that rush of anxiety I had
which was so terribly embarrassingly visible through my eyes.

I on the other hand,
for one last time, would try to reflect upon
all the melancholic possibilities
of things happening differently
and the fact that fate chose worst.

I'd curse myself again
and the world as well
for making two friends bump into each other
at the wrong place and on the worst of times.

Because had you missed your bus for the date
or had I not met my friend,
maybe in a different setup
you would have fallen in love with me
and not him.
Not a personal experience since I'm still very young. But I bet its worth a read at least!
Oliver David Nov 2019
And the sky and the ocean meet like they are one thing,
Like they’re one whole thing!
Never having known a day of seperation or lonesomeness
Being always whole even on the worst of them
On the fog choked mornings and the cloud blanked afternoons
Where even at stark contrast they cannot bear to part
Even at the dusk hours, or maybe especially then
When the sun turns both to fire and the earth to void in comparison,
Still and shining for several golden moments,
And then every self into the same
lua Nov 2019
the road home wound and swirled like a coil
the music on the radio tuned out like white-noise
and the sun had set to a point where everything lit up in red
a crimson so deep
it stained the trees, the grass
the tall towering buildings, the calm suburban neighbourhoods
the cracked pavements, the dark alleyways
the glass shop windows, the exposed brick of an abandoned structure
the glossy sides of the cars that drove infront of us, the concrete we drove on
the faux leather seats, the metal of the adjustable headrest
the tips of my hair, the tips of my fingernails
my skin, and all of the things that sat with me in silence

i close my eyes

and i feel.
other title: crimson hour
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