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the first night i saw you,
i thought you were the one
who i can trust to
cast the memory charm on me.

i've been waiting for so long
to see the green light,
it made me blind.

the first night we talked,
i thought you can erase it —
worries, anxieties, and the voices
inside my head.

boy, i was wrong.
i should've learned occlumency
for you are one legillimens.
CA Smith May 2018
Perched overhead
Oh so sweet
The mother robin gives her children a worm to eat
No worries of tomorrow
Only caring for today
The mother robin has no worries of what others will say
She takes care of her offspring
A small tune she will sing
For she is content in today
Not a care of tomorrow
She feels no stress
She feels no sorrow
Only today
If I could be like the mother robin
Oh! If I could learn from her!
My life could be tranquil
Instead of all these dips and turns
The road would be straight and narrow
Flying as straight as an arrow
If I could learn from the mother robin
Maybe then, my life could begin.
Fallert May 2018
She smiled and she grinned.
  So happy, so free.
  Unbothered by the worries,
  Not one could plainly see.

  But far beneath the smiles,
  She screamed, a soundless cry.
  She wept in deafening silence,
  Underneath the lie.

  He smiled, he laughed.
  Such a friendly young man.
  Bared one daughter, but no sons.
  He walked every day, never ran.

  But far beneath his chuckles,
  Were rules set to comply.
  With the daughter that he’d beaten,
  Underneath the lie.

  The evening of the funeral,
  She’d mourned for their third part.
  The mother she’d held dearly,
  Heart spiked over the feeble chart.
  
  Family gathered around him,
  Said they’re sorry for his loss.
  Wife and daughter gone,
  He prayed under the wooden cross.
  
  But far beneath his sorrow,
  His heinous grin reached the sky.
  For he cried tears of satisfaction,
  Underneath the lie.
Lyka Mosca May 2018
ME
Everytime I try
So hard to be nice
But, I always end up
As a bad person
A nuisance
Someone who existed
To have evilness
In this world..


I always tried so hard
To be better
To be loved
To be understood
Yet I'm always a tool
I wanted to be
So that I could be helpful

But too much, makes me
More than that much
Makes me a greater demon
To the world
cherry blossom May 2018
It felt right. For the first time in a long time, I've never felt so aligned with the stars. It wasn't oh-no-whats-the-catch kind of happy, it was live-in-the-moment kind of happy, a one-gaze-for-communication happy, a clean-slate-start happy. It was everytime you'll fall you know someone's looking out for you. It was the warm and gentle water giving my back a place to let all my worries float, then I floated.
5/13/18
Taiwo Olufemi May 2018
Scary, yet amazing
The mystery about this life
Deadly, yet we are living
Daily we are reborn into this life
What remain of yesterday are memories
Today is yet an opportunity to create tomorrow's memories


Whether we'll see tomorrow or not
The truth of the matter is that
Today, we are going to die
Tomorrow, we may be born again


If you doubt this
Ask your inner self
Why he feels that sensation
When he wakes up from the long night sleep
When he wince to stretch his hands and feet
When he savor his face with the morning breeze
When he look out at the far horizon
Even at the sight of the rising sun


At the first instance he knows nothing
Within the first fragment of seconds or minutes
The smile he wears on his face
or the Frank he bears on his face
His general countenance
Are all by-product of his dream


Then come yesterday's memories
Wallowing with worries
In a friendship way
Or in a hardship way


If we are not dead yesterday
We might still be able to go back
And correct all our mistakes
But what remain of yesterday are memories
Today is another opportunity
To refurbish our acts that were floppy


The scary thing is that we will die today
The amazing thing is yet, our memories will live on
This is how it's going to be till we are not going to be reborn
Tomorrow
When our memories will edge past us
And no We to worry on the memories
Except those people we left behind


This leaves us with one logic thing
Since today is the only assured day of being a being
While hope of being reborn tomorrow holds uncertainty
Let's work out today a wonderful memories
Even if we'll not be reborn tomorrow to worry
Tomorrow will be lived by our wonderful memories
And on the sand of time
We will write our wonderful name
Julia May 2018
tumbling into a room of other 8-year-olds
shocked words leave her lips in a way so bold
talking about the lies we have gotten to hear, only a few weeks ago
'when we were still kids', not knowing that since then we did not at all grow
she told me everything she hates about people we don't understand yet
i believed her and said; don't worry you won't grow up like that

now it has been another 8 years and i'm pretty sure she has forgotten about me
but  she did become exactly the person she did not want to be
Daisy Rae Apr 2018
Throwing coins
In wishing wells
        Didn’t work
So I opted to
Write my worries
        In the sky
And maybe
       Just maybe
The wind would
Catch them and
       Take them away.
Alexandria Rose Apr 2018
I wonder if people are scared like I am.
My teenage years were rough, even though I was a teenager only 6 months ago,
I miss those years because, I was so fearless.
I wasn't scared of anything but, being heartbroken.
I can't even go to sleep because, I'm so scared I won't wake up.
I'm in physical pain everyday, and the pain and constant anxiety is taking a toll on me.
When I first turned 13 I started cutting myself.
I've attempted suicide multiple times between 13 and 16.
Bottles of pills, self harming.
Now at 20 years old,
I'm so terrified to leave this earth.
Is there an after life?
Is there a heaven?
Is reincarnation real?
Do we see our loved ones who have passed away before us?
I have so many questions, but I am so scared to find out.
I wanna live the rest of my life happy and care free, because the constant worry and fear is taking over my life, and I don't want to let it.
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