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Nishant Rawat Oct 2020
What's the point of
hiding your emotions
and trying to pretend?.
When you know
nothing gonna matter
in the end.
Random thoughts
myranda Apr 2019
what's the point
when your caged up
with nothing to loose
no light at the end of the tunnel
no home to sleep at
just nothing
wanting to run away from the pain
the blame is on me
what's the point
DarkSkyesRising Oct 2018
I have no one anymore
Who are you
Question my insanity
I dare you
Talk to me like a memory
Like you used to
Tell me I'm nothing
Without you
I have nothing anymore
What is that
It's not mine, you bought it
Take it back
While your at it, take this broken mind too
The only reason it's destroyed is because of you
I am no one anymore
Who am I
Like a plane that leaves a streak across the sky
There is proof I was there
But it will fade
That quickly, in your mind, I'll disintegrate
Blow away
Crumble
With no trace
Who am I to leave my mark
Upon this place
There are no words anymore
What's that sound
When the air suddenly
Rushes out
Like a vaccuum
A black hole straight through my heart
What's the right thing to say
When you're ripped apart
I have no one anymore
Who are you
Question my insanity
I dare you
Talk to me like a memory
Like you used to
Tell me I am nothing
Without you
L Jun 2018
He lay on the side of the road; lifeless grey eyes staring forever into the clear bright sky.
"I wonder who lost a rooster."
My eyes lingering as my speediness transforms to a crawl--
"I'm going to be late to work."

...

Pick up the pace, why dont you
Written directly after thinking it while still walking to work.
Tara Marie May 2015
Hands of rugged mysteries
typing letters    fast
counting down the minutes
time is standing still
  creating distant fantasies
within a neverland
knowing I will not fulfill
dreams and wishes   true

money spent
buying smiles
approval, but demise
for paper only melts in fire
souls go somewhere else

what is worth
effort
daily
for only
bones will
endure

confusion overcomes me
I'm at a loss
tossing money
wasting life
sitting in this cube
typing

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