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Qwn Jul 2018
Gray clouds fill the sky while you watch them become a gray blur
The smell of rain still lingers in the air
You're surrounded by barren trees
And dark pavement
For once your mind is silent, numb
Just appreciating the moment
While content paces through each vein in your body
You can hear the sound of cars in the distance
But they never get close enough to ruin the illusion
The peace
And everything feels soft
Whether it be jagged rocks or splintered tree trunks
Your mind can't tell where reality ends and your thoughts begin
And the moment stays with you all day
Whether or not you stay in the moment,
It lingers.
Qwn Jul 2018
Sun rays cutting across the room so you can watch the dust fly
Your heart singing to the beat of butterflies with broken wings that live
inside your chest
Child-like laughter replaces oxygen in the air
While memories of running through grass, fog over your eyes
A pale yellow/tan hue clouds around your mind
And glimpses of an old song playing on repeat
But it's all only there for a moment,
Like a deep breath in, then it's gone.
Qwn Jul 2018
It burns my throat.
You burn my throat,
when I speak,
so I don't.
I just try to breathe through it
and stop trying to see.
You'd curse
if you could see me now,
taking in toxins
for fun.
But this is what you taught me to do,
when everything hurts.
**** my lungs,
it's not like I could
breathe before anyway.
Qwn Jul 2018
She was real, maybe that's why I clung onto
her.
She was glass in a sea of plastic,
But stronger.
She had heard it all already,
Any insult you could throw she would catch
then drop.
I envied that.
Maybe that's why I broke her.
Qwn Jul 2018
Her fingers wrapped themselves around my neck,
Her nails tried to burrow into my skin.
This is what I get for letting her in.
The taste of metal,
And salt,
And betrayal,
Fell off of my tongue.
I could feel a flame, a burning,
A crack in my lungs.
I fumbled to grasp her hand
and rip it away.
My struggles only caused her nails to cause hurt.
She grabbed hold of my words,
And gripped ******* my breath.
I know my own worth,
And this is what I get.

She isn't sadness nor anger,
but a mixture of the two.
She's darkness and
disgust laced with pain.
She's the shadow of you.
Qwn Jul 2018
drain my lungs of all their air.
**** me, or don't, I couldn't care.
Qwn Jul 2018
I remember last year,
you sat next to me,
in the library,
on the floor,
you read out a joke,
we laughed,
and laughed.
I remember that joke.
I remember us laughing.
I remember you understanding me.
I remember you introducing me.
I remember talking about wayward sons.
I remember hall lights flickering.
I remember breathing in your smoke.
I remember walking next to you.
I remember sitting in the rain.
I remember crossing the bridge.
I remember singing old songs.
I remember your honesty.
I remember your smile.
I remember our words.
I remember being real.
I remember the goodbye.
I remember feeling numb.
I remember too much.
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