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Alexis Ingram Jun 2018
You saw me at first as this bright, little flower.
You thought you wanted me so you plucked me from the ground, my safe soil.
You carried me home in the pocket of your flannel not realizing that I am slowly dying beneath your chin.
You didn’t care, you never did. You just thought I was pretty.

You then took me out your pocket and saw that I wasn’t as vibrant as when you first took me. Just know you did this.
My petals discolored from the neglect.
My stem weakened and broke from the damage of your words.
Roots plucked against my will.
You tossed me out your window and went back out to search for a more beautiful flower.
Too naive to realize that this is a never-ending cycle
and you will never get back what you once had.

Though, I hope you never read this
for you will see the truth
you will know of the harm you caused
when you pulled my fragile, little flower roots.
georgia sophie Jun 2018
falling into a heap
i close my eyes
damp walls surround me
world
let me be
T Jun 2018
Born from the cosmos since the beginning of time.
A tale of two souls eternally intertwined.
Destined to come together and then unwind.
The endless tale of all humankind.

It could be seen as some kind of joke.
A type of love completely bespoke.
To settle for less would be inadmissible.
To put into words would be inexplicable.

Passing back and forth, each others magnetic north.
Lost in the aesthetic, everything else feels synthetic.
Locked in orbit, bound by physics.
Trying as we might to finally unite the spirits.

Countless lives have come to pass.
Just how many more, until we might last?
Break out of this cycle for our own survival.
A tale of two souls, in an endless cosmic dance.
nim Jun 2018
i'd like to tell you
that i'm fine
but I'm
too torn apart
to talk
Elizabeth Jun 2018
The covers cried out
as I break free of their greedy,
jealous grasp. First small victory…
I’m supposed to count those you know?
To remind myself to keep moving.
I still cut out my heart today
and sat it on the kitchen table.

The knife smiled at me,
small victory for it I guess.
I felt the air slaloming
between my ribs
on its way to my spine,
where it grabbed hold.
Cold, unforgiving.

I should be used to the cold,
it’s the same every today.
My needle pierces the scars
as I sew the thick flesh back in place,
to keep the cold out, of course.
Reminding me of the days
the victories weren’t enough.

I stand and put on my sweater,
grab the heart, and throw it in the trash
on my way to the covers
to ask their forgiveness for thinking
I would be strong enough today.
The victories can wait until tomorrow
after all.
Rits Jun 2018
She stays in the grey zone
Figuring out her next move
Torn between two guys
A decision she has to choose;
One or the other

The former wants her back
The latter just wants what’s best for her
Just want to see her crossing off
Her life goals, one by one
Even if it meant losing to her past whom she constantly tries to run away from

He hides his pain behind a smile
A facade he almost got away with
If not for his promise with her
Every time he mutters “I’m fine”,
He’s dying a little inside
A hell of a ride, the sports car we got on
Albeit too fast yet so comfortable

Almost gave in twice to the torture
Her warmth got him back on his feet
Fueling his desire to carry on the struggle
Though right now, every step taken is with absolute resolution as the pain slowly turns numb
I wrote this while still fighting through the struggle.
Salmabanu Hatim May 2018
She was gone forever,
Never to return ever,
May her soul rest in peace,
I bade her a last goodbye kiss.
As I entered the door,
Glancing along the floor,
I saw her shoes standing side by side in rows,
Old shoes with broken toes,
Some with holes
through the soles,
Some torn,
Some barely worn.
Each shoe I knew so well,
Each had a story to tell.
Of her hopes,
Searching for new scopes,
Of her broken dreams,
Never to give up,ready with new schemes.
Of her love and strife,
Tears listened my eyes,
With courage she took each tread of life.
Till the end she never accepted defeat.Her shoes told her struggles.
Maria Monaghan May 2018
I've been lying here for 3 hours now
Staring at the wall
Stravinsky plays, but I don't listen
My eyes are glazed
My mind adrift

and I am in limbo.

Somewhere between fantasy and reality
Somewhere between elation and despair

Here I lie,
Suspended in time and space
Not quite sure how to exist
And ready to go home.
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