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inkedsolace Jan 24
i watched today,
as unicef came,
and asked to speak with my parents,
i hid away as the adults conversed,
and sat back down to dinner,
their conversation was abrupt,
halted by a shut door,
and an exhale of annoyance,
their rant stuck to me,
and I thought,
as they complained,
-at least they're trying.
trying is more than doing nothing which, of course, is ironic and slightly hypocritical
  Jan 24 inkedsolace
Harry Gione
I keep realizing that I'm not living.
And every time I realize that,
I realize that I die a little bit more.
And realizing that kills me
  Jan 24 inkedsolace
Liana
Far away we are
But at least when we look up
We see the same sky
Experimenting with Haikus

Everyone from here might be millions of miles away, but I take comfort from the fact that we all see the same sky when we look up. We might have a different perspective or opinion on it, but it is the same sky.


(This note was written by a W-rex who has no name. He carried a backpack full of shame.)
  Jan 24 inkedsolace
London Paris
I don't write
to forget my problems
nor to pretend that
all stars are
glistening for me
I write
to let you know
that you too
can break free
from the ugliest things
that dominate you
within your head.
inkedsolace Jan 24
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I think,
I cry,
then I smile my lies.
inkedsolace Jan 21
Cast in shadows, sea and sky,
Your eyes, lovely shade they were,
The same shade that colored my heart,
When you left with not a glance,
A cerulean gaze of innocent light,
Turned as deep as the foreboding night,
Tore me asunder,
Those crystal blue eyes.
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