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sara Jan 27
I'm writing less
and posting more,
confusing what's
sure and unsure.
I'm missing windows
and shutting doors;
in vain, for all that's been before.
f o r w a r d
sara Jan 7
I don't write about your friend.
I think he makes me think too much,
and with less room for feeling
my heart and his can never touch.

The distance grows between us,
although our minds collide;
he always makes me laugh
but he can never make me rhyme.
dictionary def of a polygon sounds a lot like my luv life:
a plane figure with at least three straight sides and angles, and typically five or more.

im just laughing to mask the chaos x
sara Jan 7
loving me was eating glass
and living for the aftertaste

your favourite track played twice as fast
as if there was no time to waste

you got there first
i got there late

so now it's twice as complicate-d .
feel like its unfinished but i guess that's unfinished business for you

why am i so dramatic lol help
sara Dec 2018
I’ve never heard this song before
as flowers come out of the floorboards;
I forget what my heart had ever been sore for.
life is as light as you let it be- a difficult pill to swallow sometimes
sara Dec 2018
I think the world is ending
and I really wish I didn’t.
There’s a rat under the floorboards
and a knife inside the kitchen,
and in the alley by the bins
a man there ******.

For the streets all smell of *****,
and this ******* indecision
has us riddled
in the middle
of our end and our beginning.

In the town a politician
with a jet black tongue
licks the seal on our decisions
without every truly listening
to anyone.
well done, Britain x
sara Dec 2018
you don’t owe anybody
                        emotionally,
            other than
yourself.
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