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Tell me, who's most at fault?

Me; for believing you?

You; for doing whatever it took to fill up your loneliness?
The new year 2025 has just begun.
Everyone is wishing for the new changes.

But

It's still the same old fear.
It's still the same old pain.
It's still the same old hell.

Unfortunately

There is no abracadabra for instant new changes.

So

If you want the new changes just do it yourself.
The rest just let the laws of cosmic work.


January 2025

By Alvian Eleven
 Jan 16 inkedsolace
hsn
poisoned youth rest along the grey
heralding you their saviour
their freedom, their salvation
and yet you stride by as the
missiles fall and bombard the land,
their black, green, red, and white haven,
now with tainted blood and sickness
free gaza
 Jan 16 inkedsolace
LL
let me
want your future —
   one that's
   certain and sturdy

and need your now —
   where we're
   calm and quiet


where waking up
   doesn't hurt
   anymore
   because it's
   no longer
   just
   a dream

01/14/2025
 Jan 15 inkedsolace
collin
the highs, the lows, the overdose
the nights alone, the empty phone
i wish i'd know where this would go
i would have got off long before
it broke the wings i used to soar
and left my heart an open sore
you don't know what you're in for
hey, what's your favorite dinosaur?
 Jan 15 inkedsolace
Jolene
Everything’s burning down around me
As I walk through this path on fire
I meet at the end a mirror
Only to find myself holding the torch
The heat feels great
The bridges finally burned
My mind at ease
For this I yearned
 Jan 15 inkedsolace
Liana
A little oval
The size of a been
It's green
And I'm not sure if it's taunting me
Or comforting me
But it's there
Staring

It's hard to believe
That something so small
Could change my big world

I know it will dissolve
Into many little workers
Trying to take the wheel of my brain
For my captain is evil
And they want to help me

Please do help me

I've tried everything else
Starting to take Zoloft, I think I'm exited--but I'm mostly just done with feeling bad.

(This note was written by a mop that was supposed to clean but was ***** so made things worse. Like a lot of people a guess.)
It spoke, it spoke until the mouth dried,
But the words were ignored, the thoughts denied.
Next time when the turn came,
Dull eyes and silent cry, that's all remained.
 Jan 15 inkedsolace
ophelia
we were almost stars,
burning bright, then fading fast—
love lost in the past.
the one that got away
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