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Liz Carlson Dec 2017
this life we live is so temporary,
it's what makes it so special
and heartbreaking.
What you said
Was true
And still
Some things are undo

Tolerate has to be done
Like every time
Your hands play it's role
They're my dime

Tell me
Is it wrong
To keep your soul
Nor to have them whole

Is this temporary
Can't we just let it
Happily in this
White solitary

Always there will
Be a tragedy
It's either my fantasy
Nor your reality
Gul e Dawoodi Dec 2017
I am, but just another soul
Not meant for this world
So why am I here, covered with skin?
What do I've to do during this sojourn?
For I am baffled with the idea of life;
As I grow older, I capture moments
I make memories, build a home
And when I finally sit down,
To cherish what I've done so far;
All of it is gone.
Jewel M C Nov 2017
there's a trace
of familiar in your face
but I just can't place
                                ( you )
vxliangkylie Nov 2017
if depression - an absence of feelings,
the sadness that holds no tears,
the pain that calls no hope,
the change that i did not prepare for.
can be called a phase...

does that mean love - a presence of feelings ,
the happiness that fools your soul
the joy that overwhelms your mind,  
the euphoria that alludes to insanity,
can be called a phase too?
Andrew Durst Oct 2017
Life is a
constant pull
between
running &
fighting

and

your brain
tricks you
into believing
that

nobody cares.

It is all in your head.
Not in your heart.

Every day that you wake up,
you have a choice
to be better
or worse
than the day before.

And even if there
is no point to
this life-

let that be a reason
to ignore
all of the people
that drain you
of your energy
and let go of
the problems
you CANNOT control.

This world is
temporary.
This pain is
temporary.
This moment
is temporary.

And so are you.

Please,
smile more.
Laugh more.
Express more.
Do everything you can to
leave your mark.

There is no concept of time,
anymore.

There is only you
and what you adore;

keep it.
Smile today(:
Sid Oct 2017
Jagged red lines where chemistry turned from paper scribbles to unplugged electricity
and the only marks I cared to count
splayed across your skin
rendered me useless.
This isn't geography;
people aren't maps
so
stop
searching
for permanence in temporary markers-
they call it pit stops for a reason
though
I keep finding people that can
conveniently
mend
flat souls.
// what they don't tell you in school //
Jazzy Oct 2017
You will feel this way longer than you want to
Because who wants to feel this way?
It's hard to say how long it will take
For you to feel alive again

But you will, eventually
Don't you know that everything is temporary?
Love is ephemeral
But so is this pain

And one day,
I promise you,
You will be able to get out of bed
Without that heartache weighing down on you
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