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 Jul 28 The Romantic
jasmine
i split myself into a thousand pieces
my parents
my sister
my friends
they all know a different me
i choose which part of me i show and what to hide
but who am i when you put all the puzzle pieces together
isn’t that the person that you want to show
 Jul 28 The Romantic
Zahra
No one
drowns
in their
own
waters.
Fish
don’t.
How
could
you?
There it is,

again

All I had to do was look -
and that ****** intrusive thought
flashed behind my eyes

again

I've climbed the barrier,
I'm standing at its peak
when I allow my body to fall -
and the world's landscape
turns on its head
as everything fades
into the tenebrae

...

I blink and shake my head,
tearing my gaze away
My body -
it's twitching at the urge
to climb
I'd thought the yawning void
had stopped calling?
I have to keep walking
I must keep trying

I don't even want
to go anymore!

...don't I?
It happened again this morning...
I didn’t want to write this—but I needed to.
At last I see what’s missing
I feel my own heart beat
I feel so much, yet normal
I’m flowing as I breathe

It’s not jagged or rough
And it’s not even just numb
It’s giving me my love
For my life’s eager hum

But when will it be over,
When will this song slip?
When will my joy sober,
And make this joy switch flip?
 Jul 28 The Romantic
Feyre
The words claw themselves
through miles of skin
and bone.
It is a path carved
of blood and tissue,
a journey made
in the silences
between sentences.

Gagging, coughing
up my thoughts
until I am a mess
of misspoken words
and unfiltered thoughts.
It is a sickness,
and the journey’s end
is a death sentence.
spoken word: the harbinger of death.
 Jul 25 The Romantic
Soaham
I often wonder,
if I could be another—
think their thoughts,
breathe their breaths,
cry their tears,
caress their fears,
feel their beats.
What treasures of mankind
would I uncover?
What lessons of life
would I fathom?
What serendipity
would unfold itself?
Soul to soul,
being to being—
compassion,
and a deep realization:
we are all one,
woven together
in this divine universe.
Same beat,
different rhythms...
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