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Sophie Hartl Jan 2018
i have not quite learned,
to love,
or lose,
or myself

"these will be the best years of your life"
echo in my mind
over the sounds of my gasps
for air, in between tears-

sometimes from laughter,
sometimes,
more often, from loss,
or perspective of it.

pretending
"yes i love it"
"yes i'm having a good time"
is not convincing
me
the only person,
important in my own happiness;
the hero of my emotions

learning to say no, stop, over now
learning to contain
a shout, a judge, a scream
not quite, but a little bit

the [best] two years of my life
have now so suddenly received
a forecast of much rain and clouds
always on the brink of hail.
feelings about my uni years
AH Jan 2018
There are different people
living in
one soul.
They know they
need to share
if they want to live their
separate
lives
but
they all still have one of their own.
One.
can't stop breaking her heart.
Two.
can't feel empathy or pain.
Three.
can't deal with reality.
Four.
thinks we're all insane.
Sometimes
they battle
for dominance.
There are some
I know will always lose.
There are ones
that would perish without the
other.
There are some
that never cease their fire.
and others
that drift about unknown.
Five.
Thinks nobody else can judge her.
Six.
Thinks she's suffering alone.
Seven.
Is afraid of society,
and she needs Five
because she's brittle as bone.
Eight.
knows she's ******* crazy
and that she'll
never
be
left
alone.
Thought from Eight.
ARI Jan 2018
I’m stuck inside somebody else’s head
I don’t know who she’s supposed to be.
It’s like we’re one single body
With two different personalities
I swear sometimes neither one can breathe.

Her face is smiling but I feel her soul dying
She’s begging me to finally set her free.
But she’s the face meant for society
The one everybody loves to meet.
The one I really want to be.

I’m the one always hiding
Behind hallow eyes always lying

Saying “I’m ok”

-ARI
jas Jan 2018
hmm..
me vs. me
battle or war?
on the other hand
what you see against what you don't
interesting theory.

you see what I want you to see
you see what you perceive of me
what your mind believes
but is that truly me?

perhaps not.
so perhaps call me two faced
i admit i have two sides
one for the show
and one behind the curtains.

oh, close minded individual
open you eyes
what do you see
surely, it's not me.
day 8 of 365
marshay lewis Jan 2018
It's the static along frail nerves
And the sweet people in bitter places
...
A dichotomy
En la ciudad junto al volcán
Se encuentra un bello lugar
donde la arquitectura torcida
Te puede condenar
Dicen que el tiempo
Allí es una eternidad
Que habitan ciudadanos
Peculiares, sin rostro y sin alma,
Si te reflejas en sus blancos
Rostros los puedes insultar
No querrás ahogarte en lagrimas
De sangre y perder tu rostro
En aquella extraña ciudad
Monstruos #2
Àŧùl Dec 2017
His mother was cheated by his father,
Then his mother spent her life in resentment,
And he was deprived of his mother's love.

But then ultimately he found his lover,
The one who gave his life a new contentment,
And she gave his life the much needed love.

He ultimately gained the love of his life,
She regained her mother's spiritual love,
And it was a win-win situation for them both.
My HP Poem #1691
©Atul Kaushal
IPM Dec 2017
Two years look like an eternity
when looked at from these two eyes
and in two years, maybe,
I'll be looking at two eternities.
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