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Survived Aug 2018
When you were there with me
We were dancing with glee

Late night talks, making each other blush,
smiling, laughing were our things
Everyday which gave me new wings

Thinking about our love i flew-up
Without taking any back-up

Then a day came when you were not there
That day even a sun felt hemisphere

I was there sitting alone in darkness
And blaming why God is so heartless

I texted and missed you a lot
But silence and despondency were what all i got

I am waiting
and I'll keep waiting for
my beloved to come back
If you see her
please tell her that she left someone
who is waiting for her on the half track.
Lily Jul 2018
Why do I feel like I’m always running,
Always chasing after you?
I’m trying to hand you the baton
On the track, and you sprint ahead of me,
Leaving me in the dust.
For once, could you try to contact me?
For once, could you think of me first?
Or will you just keep on running?
I see you on the track
Breathing heavily, sighing
Running in circles
Still.
We returned to our lands
Ages ago
With bright yellow discs
Hung on our necks,
Pride of our nation's glory,
Celebrating.
I see you on the track
Breathing heavily, sighing
Running in circles
Still.
What happened to you?
Are you deaf or blind?
Or awaiting a signal to stop?
We returned to our lands
Ages ago
But I see you on the track
Breathing heavily, sighing
Running in circles
Still.
A flaming spirit behind
Driving your worldly desires
To glorify the nation
Shattering your own limits.
We retured to our lands
Ages ago
Quiet and silent
We rest sitting here
Meditating. . .
I see you on the track
Breathing heavily, sighing
Running in circles
Still.
2018 March 15
Haruharu Feb 2018
It's 6 AM. I'm a wanderer.

Walking around my empty city.

Overwriting my patterns of memories.

The past is haunting me where I go.

Erasing my old tracks with new ones.

Year after year, with new memories connected to my feet.
Atticus Nov 2017
I am  a coward
I cannot stand tall
when words are thrown my way
and I am not very good at confrontation
due to the fact that my heart is too exposed
in  its cage that is my chest

ba-***
ba-***
ba-***

a rhythm I know to well
add in the short breaths

the
tick
tick
ticking

of a clock inside my head
a soundtrack that is my own
different from the rest
A meet
in hills
with locust
swam her
strain in
a frost
froze bosh
laid wish
went nil
and trail
aside her
was nothing
more than
my escape
in afternoons
of dust
bearing gravel
Autumn cross-country meet
D Sep 2017
over all the voices
screaming
at me to get it together
there's yours
telling me to stop
and gently
coxing me into serenity
to take my time
and not feel rushed
but yours
is only one voice
over all the others
and they're screaming
aryanalynae Jun 2017
facing forward and leaning back
i'm in the moment, and i'm on track.
i'm living for tonight, but i'm breathing for tomorrow
and i'm screaming tonight, but i'll be whispering tomorrow.
Alan S Bailey Jan 2017
I know I have a one track mind
I can't stop thinking of this broken love,
Wrapped up in the same stupid argument
From day one, maybe you said it means
I'm the dumbest man alive both far and near...

Or maybe it's just pointing toward my fear.

Settle this once and for all,
I get the old mirror out,
Wipe the half-smile off my face,
It was never really there in the first place,
Here I sit, neither man nor dog,
Just a person who can't like this way of life,
Whether for better or for worse,
I'm the poorest "selfish hog,"
Whatever you want me to believe
This is the end for me,
Where the road meets pavement and I
Am forced to continuously be what
Society wants me to be.
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