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  Oct 2021 Indranys
Micrography-Mike D
Brain, brain go away
Don't want to listen one more day
Already lonely and afraid
Feel insecure and full of shame

Brain, brain don't act this way
You're always angry; Filled with hate
You know we're joined; Can't separate
Yourself your punching in the face

Brain, brain what can I say
To make it so you see things straight
Don't know how much more I can take
Of constant warring and debate

Brain, brain it's getting late
This journey's not some endless race
Life's flying by and at this pace
Forget a win; Not gonna place

Brain, brain let's medicate
I'll feed you drugs and we'll sedate
The only way to mitigate
Discrepancies we generate

Brain, brain we sadly waste
This outcome feels like it was fate
But never was there a sealed date
Fulfilling what we self-create

Brain, brain so much we faced
Success so close could almost taste
Instead our tail we always chased
We'll die alone sad and disgraced
Written: March 6, 2019

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  Aug 2021 Indranys
re
oh, man! oh, man! oh, man!
what is so special about moon?
just a brightly-shines-gray-round
when night falls.
just a place where there is a set of
reflected staring eyes of the giving up,
hopeful, and the wanderer ones.

oh, man! oh, man! oh, man!
who dial the noon?

"me" i said.

oh, man! oh, man! oh, man!
i prefer neptune

"what's this time?" he asked.

i prefer neptune.
i like neptune.

might be can't make the light by itself.
not like the moon.

and that's why i always say
"love you to neptune and back"

but take me to neptune,
we might never come back. forever.
we have endless time.
just like our stories.
it's a long flight.

but the moon
she can be our witness.
i'll tell her.
i would like her to tell
every particular story
of our journey to everything
that lives.

it's immortal.
  Aug 2021 Indranys
re
i honestly feel so difficult
to write this
i don't know if this is
such a pep writings or
is this just me
forcing my mind
to fight all the insecurities
and deep sadness inside

we
we deserve everything in this life
all the little things

we deserve everything

those things that make us feel alive
make us happy
peace comes
all of the sudden

just believe in that
we will see better days
where we'll not feel
empty anymore
no more heartbreaks
no more promises
no insecurities

i'm not hypocriticalling myself

we are same
hear all of the happy songs
but your soul keeps playing
all of the sad songs

everything is fake
but i believe no more ache
in the future fact

just keep trying to
love
yourself
more
   more
     more
        the most
:)
  Jul 2021 Indranys
Yousra Amatullah
Hearts skipping beats,
Unable to vent,
1, 2, 3...
الى متى؟

Lungs filled up with dust,
Medical was attacked,
11, 12, 13...
الى متى؟

Eyes running out of tears,
Unable to occupy,
21, 22, 23...
الى متى؟

Voices heard deeply,
Some pilloried, some bombed,
31, 32, 33...

√'Wir haben es nicht gewusst'
71, 72, 73... Suffocated by injustice.
الى متى يا عمي؟
الى متى؟
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Till when?
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