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 Jan 2021 Raven
Lance
What keeps you up, young one?
Is it the chatter of the night?
Or the dread of the coming dawn?

What keeps you up?
Is it the dread of what comes ahead?
Or the future you wish but may never suffice?

What keeps you up dear one?
Is it a nightmare ahead?
or a reality coming to materialize?

What keeps you up dear one?
Ever since the lockdown, I developed insomnia for which my body decides to sleep at 4am each time and wake up horribly for chores at 9 am. Apparently its usually due to multiple cases of problems. Be it the chores of the day or exams ahead.
 Jun 2020 Raven
Colm
Softly does this song extend
Out a gift of memory back in time

To the touch of wallpaper and pillow down
The same smell of pretzels and of youth
And of the quiet Summer nights before the fall of June
Found only before and once well known
I will not forget that quiet little town
Or all the trust that it had in me
As I laid there late at night and on the ground

We understood each other
Did we not?
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PARKSIDE Memory 4
 Jun 2020 Raven
Poetic justice
"But what if you don't struggle with your darkness?

If you sit quietly and let it wrap itself around you for long enough

Maybe you'll get a glimpse of all the stars In your heart.
 Jun 2020 Raven
Gabs
Fake smile.
 Jun 2020 Raven
Gabs
Play a sad song
Turn on the shower
Lean my forehead to the tiles
Eskimo kisses to myself
Sway to the tunes
Sit down on the floor
Lay down on the floor
Salty water flow down the drain

Clean up youre (a) mess
Make yourself dry
And put on a fake smile.
 Feb 2020 Raven
FullmoonFlower
I dip my pain and misery in glitter
to blind you by the joy and colors
but you’ve called my bluff
You looked close enough to see
washed out colors
‘Why didn’t you tell me?’
Ashamed I look down
because I too was
blinded by all the glitter 
So desperately I wanted to be who I’ve always been
so I held on to it
I kept it there for people to see
that I wasn’t completely, 
broken
..
(And maybe I could even convince myself
that I was okay)

— The End —