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  Apr 2018 soliana
George Anthony
i am having the same old conversations
with the stars up in the sky;
supine, i ask them how much
of their beauty lingers within me
not much, i think.
silently, they stare back, blinking dazedly

i think i might just sleep now,
and let them blanket my dreams:
cold and dead and burning out, alas, like me
but still shining just enough
to soften the blow of nightmares
  Apr 2018 soliana
Indigo
You are self aware that love is your way of saving a life.

Remember the ex who was suicidal
Then the one with father issues
The one with loneliness the size of the sky
The one with a thousand scars on his arm
That one who was an introvert
The one who was an addict
The one who had depression for breakfast
And the one who loved self harm

Who saves you when realize you don't know how to love?
All that was empathy
All that was sympathy

All these boys you wished to save
But never did
All these boys you wished to save
But left in the end
All these boys you wished to save
But killed instead.
This is not a poem in the true sense of the word, but rather expressing feelings and thoughts that haunt my head during this time of my life.. And that is the essence of poetry i believe.
soliana Apr 2018
ngano hilakan nimo ang wala?

kay naa paman koy paglaom na mobalik ang nawala.
elmo- 10:02 PM 4/18/18
soliana Apr 2018
you have hurt
this little fragile heart
of mine for a
thousand times
and it was always a problem for me
but if the time comes
that the thing about problems come
dont come running back to me
screaming to have me back

because the thing about problems
is that
it's not always about you
9:55 PM 4/18/18
soliana Apr 2018
i miss you
and i want you back
but one thought is what i lack
youre dead and found 6 feet below
my elmo
soliana Apr 2018
and then one day
we left our classroom
and never returned.
only a quote, i didnt make it
soliana Apr 2018
I was taught that the scariest things were hidden in monsters with sharp teeth and colossal claws. These monsters are the ones that tend to **** you or slit your throat when you least expect. They were the type of monsters that lurk in the dark and keeps you up at night. But I was never taught that the scariest things hide in perfect white teeth and grand aura of charm, it was unknown that this monster had flesh and blood running in his veins. This monster was what my mother always told me to stay away from and yet I never listened. I was always told that monsters **** but what they never told me was that the monster would tell me he loves me and hides a different intention in his heart.

- that is if he has a heart
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