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Rezium Oct 2020
I could never believe in such things.
Momma taught me to never make promises.
I'll only have what I make that I say can be,
Even if it means out bleeding the daily dosage than what's given to me.
I trust in it as much as I can.
Until it's like dad coming back with a pack of cigarettes.
It's just an Idea
But more make believe, ya?
Have it Or Not.
Make it or Forsake it.
Sometimes fantasy is better than the picture already given.

I know, I know!
It ain't what it seem!
But it's better just an Idea!

But it's better a fantasy than what you keep feeding me

Dope-a! Morph-a
Feel you in my spine!
I just saw you yesterday with huge *** smile.
But I still can't find you like the rest of my mind.
Incomplete.
But Not Obsolete
Im back
Anne Jul 2018
i know i don't say it as much as you do
but i'm kinda terrified too
since the day i first laid eyes on you
even though i barely know you

and today i met you again
and today i sensed happiness again
and today as you left to go
i had it at the back of my mind, but i didn't tell so

and i can't tell you that it hurts
cause it's not supposed to
i just want to tell you it's not your fault
it's not your fault that i'm heartbroken
this is from my past self
i've been thinking about him before
just a reminder
Anne Jul 2018
If I could go so far back,
To send a note that bears a fact,
That my past self shouldn't crack,
That I said I liked you from awhile back.

But knowing that you liked me back,
Gives me joy that I could crack,
I forgot to tell you that I still like you back,
And now you're headed towards the arms of another girl,

And now I regret and wonder of the things I should've done before.
Until this day I realized that there is no end of this suffering,
Day after day it still continues my sufferings,
From my past self the things I should've done
but I'm glad I didn't done it  
because _______________________________________________
you can figure out why
just comment or something
Vivien Rau Jul 2016
The world stands still.
The hand stopps working
And everything falls silent.
Nothing happens,
But everything goes right past me.
'Tick tack" reverberates in my mind,
The hand swirls around,
Does time exist?
The world moves too fast.
No matter what ever happens, i'll stand still.
I don't walk straight ahead
Not right
Not left.
Just sometimes i look back
Try to look forward after it
But my eyes are full of tears.
I've stopped living,
Even if my heart still beats.

— The End —