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Sshuookgya May 2022
That road I planned
Is merely a plan.
No dent, no mark,
No foot print of mine.
A clean canvass
With no acrylic colors,
An untouched paper
Without a sketch.

Sometimes I think
What road should it be.
Mine or theirs,
What should it be.

I go with mine,
I'll be happy
Right?
The Unsung Song Apr 2020
Life is at my fingertips.
I have ever decision to make on my own.
I can do anything and everything,
yet I've never felt so alone.
I want the control taken from me,
but I want to feel in control.
It sounds bipolar, and vague,
but truthfully,
I want nothing but to lay in bed.
I want to ponder on hours on end,
without thinking of what might've been.
My life lies at the edge of the world,
where no one dares to approach.
Still, I must venture on,
and somehow,
make my legacy be told.
I'm going away for college soon and I know what I want to do, but I don't know if it's smart or the right thing.
G A Lopez Mar 2020
Am                        I

Ready


  to


      forgive?


      'Cause


     I


  don't


     think
                     

   I


    can.
High school
Either
The best or
Worst days
Of your life

It’s still to be decided for me
How is or was high school?
Nimrod kiptoo Apr 2019
Ego
I don't want to learn how to live without you, coz if i do, i'll be an expert at it
Amy Childers Mar 2019
Sometimes I feel invisible.
My surroundings consist of barrier reefs
And schools of exotic fish.
I am just a guppy in saltwater.
Out of place and out of mind.
And yet visible and more than often declined.

Where do I belong?
In freshwater or the sea?
Why must life be so hard for a saltwater guppy like me?
Who am I?
Araoluwa Jacob Mar 2019
I told him I was tired
He asked, "of what?"
I said, "Everything"
He told me to erase it from my mind
"Including us?" I asked.
Celeste Geld Mar 2019
Limbo is my company this night
One plate empty, one plate not
Struggling to find an outlet to release my demons
Alone when faced with my best friend’s hubris

Limbo is where I want to hang on
I cannot foresee if there is a morrow at dawn
To wait, truth is no longer relevant per se
All my defenses and arguments withdrawn

Limbo is not a permanent home
But that’s from I can’t seem to move on
One plate empty one plate not
I deign to leave but I dare to roam
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