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lucy-goosey Aug 2023
her boogie woogie,
boot and scoot.
her goo bosh vibe,
so small and cute.
silly little Anju stomp,
unaware of self.
bite taken from a chocolate,
stolen from a shelf.
when we are free from this life
we will run in fields
and see the sunset and the joy
life with you yields.
for my love โ™ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ€
Dani Just Dani Aug 2023
I want to
go right
And pick
the perennial
flowers
That cover
what the eye
can see,
Iโ€™ve seen
the Fields
of Indian blankets
And spider lilies

I think
of myself
laying Down
and resting
my eyes
As the sunset
showers me
With color
and despair.

Today
Iโ€™ll go left
instead
To see
what waits
For me there.
Dani Just Dani Aug 2023
As the sun sets,
I see familiar
And unfamiliar cars
Driving by

People that like me
Have highs like
No other,
And lows that
Theyโ€™ll never get over.

I look out into the street
One last time
As cicadas sing their blues,
I wonder whoโ€™s truly right
Or whoโ€™s terribly wrong.
Nigdaw Jul 2023
this is a poor mans heaven
rooms lit by a golden glow
as the sun shines for a moment
to illuminate it's kingdom
before dipping behind a horizon
where only memories can light
the way to a promised land
it is fleeting moments like this
that feed my soul and elevate me
spiritually to a kind of epiphany
the same sun man has worshipped
since his beginning of time
ky Jul 2023
You said I reminded you of the rain,
and I said you reminded me of the sunset.
You said that you'd stick by me
even if there was some thunder.
I said I'd stick by you
long enough to see every sunrise.

But then, there was some thunder,
and some lightning,
and the rain you thought you knew so well
turned out to be a hurricane.

You didn't stay, but to this day
I still watch every single sunset
and wake up early
to see the sun rise.
LeBobbe Apr 2023
I dislike the rising sun.
๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ.
๐“˜ ๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ด๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ท ๐“ด๐“ท๐“ธ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“˜ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“พ๐“น ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ ๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ท.
๐‘ด๐’๐’๐’๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’”๐’–๐’๐’“๐’Š๐’”๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’š ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’๐’๐’๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’“๐’Š๐’”๐’†.


It forces me to go about my day,
๐˜ˆ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ.
๐“—๐“ธ๐“น๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“น๐“ป๐“ช๐”‚๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ฏ๐“ฏ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ผ.
๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’š ๐’‡๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’‡๐’“๐’๐’Ž ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’Œ๐’š, ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’š ๐’‡๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’‡๐’“๐’๐’Ž ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’•๐’“๐’†๐’†, ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’Š๐’•'๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐’Š๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‡๐’†๐’๐’ ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’Ž๐’†.

While my mind is still on yesterday.
๐˜š๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ต, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ป๐˜ฆ.
๐“๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ต๐“ด ๐“ญ๐”‚๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฝ.
๐‘ฌ๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š ๐’”๐’–๐’๐’“๐’Š๐’”๐’† ๐‘ฐ ๐’‘๐’“๐’‚๐’š ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’๐’…๐’‚๐’š ๐’˜๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’•. ๐‘ฉ๐’–๐’• ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’–๐’ ๐’”๐’†๐’•๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’…๐’‚๐’š ๐’Š๐’” ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’Š๐’•.

I feel envious of everyone.
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ข ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜บ.
๐“™๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ฎ.
๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’–๐’๐’“๐’Š๐’”๐’† ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’˜๐’‚๐’“๐’Ž๐’•๐’‰ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’…๐’'๐’• ๐’†๐’™๐’‘๐’๐’‚๐’Š๐’.


Who feels better in each passing day.
๐˜'๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ข.
๐“š๐“ท๐“ธ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“˜ ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ ๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ท ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ.
๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐’‡๐’†๐’๐’• ๐’๐’๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’„ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’˜๐’๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’‡๐’–๐’.

The sun rose and lit my surroundings.
๐˜œ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ, ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ "๐˜›๐˜ˆ๐˜๐˜–" ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฑ.
๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ผ๐“พ๐“ท ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ช ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ.
๐‘ฉ๐’–๐’• ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’…๐’‚๐’š ๐’ˆ๐’๐’†๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’š ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’–๐’ ๐’”๐’†๐’•๐’” ๐’Š๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’๐’ ๐’‰๐’๐’‘๐’† ๐’Š๐’ ๐’๐’Š๐’‡๐’†.

I see nothing but dull and grey.
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ, ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ.
๐“‘๐“พ๐“ฝ ๐“ท๐“ธ๐”€, ๐“˜ ๐“ณ๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ฏ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ต ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ด ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ฎ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ธ๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ฎ๐”‚๐“ฎ๐“ผ.
๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’–๐’๐’“๐’Š๐’”๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’‡๐’–๐’•๐’–๐’“๐’†, ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’Š๐’•'๐’” ๐’‰๐’‚๐’“๐’… ๐’•๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’†๐’• ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’„๐’‚๐’–๐’”๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’–๐’๐’”๐’†๐’• ๐’Š๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’๐’๐’š ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’„๐’‰.

Waiting for sunset, to begin again my agony.
๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด... ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ.
๐“๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ฌ๐“ฎ๐“น๐“ฝ ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ผ ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฎ ๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ท.
๐‘บ๐’–๐’๐’“๐’Š๐’”๐’† ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‰๐’๐’‘๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’Š๐’• ๐’”๐’†๐’•๐’” ๐’Š๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’๐’‚๐’๐’”.
Sunrise and Sunset.
A reflection of me and three others.
One day you will love the blue sky that I see from here, when you ask me why it took me so long to pick you up after work, even though we spend time together in front of the screenโ€”me, who at that time was still glued to the window; looking at some of the birds that managed to fly high into the sky, I'm sure at that time you were able to count them freely.

Later, if it rains in the afternoon, you will start to love the sun that never sets, telling you one of the most beautiful ways to leave, you will understand why what is far away seems close, and vice versa - you never prepared anything after parting and I are the people you care about; who also understands nothing but happiness.

Later, when the night comes with all its worries, you might find the shadows we've met before, I hope you don't run away. Because, wherever you go, everything will only end up hurting yourself.

You may find another pain from loneliness. Do not be afraid. After all, I've taught you how to sew wounds, even though I used to be blind.
Indonesia, 16th October 2022
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Tรธast Mar 2023
I look back at old comments, hoping for something new to see
Some old remark of a person I once was
That stench that burns your nostrils and kills the back of your throat
Stinging into the base of your teeth and down to your fingertips
Bite your nails with yellowed teeth and suckle on the nicotine feed
That keeps you strong
Like balsawood and matchstick towers,
We built our castles in the mud and grit of it all
A glorious death had I not found my feet

Feet running
Running rabid and fast, too scared to slow down
Too nervous to stop.
Stop searching. Stop searching for something to hold onto
Let it all out of you
Hands released
Let the waters take hold of you
floating on top.

So selfish of me to not see the sun
The day breaks and falls to pieces in your hands
Crumbling down with a certain sweetness behind
Like burnt caramel that sticks
As we stand.

How beautiful it is
We talk of fun things and long weekends
Of head highs and analogue eyes
Away from the screens and the mess of addiction
white skies mottled with rose coloured patches
Sewn together jeans with embroidered scratches
Chalk line to measure my affliction
The people Iโ€™m with wonโ€™t see my addiction.
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.
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