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 Feb 2019 Roshan Adhikari
eileen
I'm so old
So old

In the way you think so

Old

Not in the way you think so

I'm so old

I can't hear
I don't remember
I'm dying
I can barely breathe
I'm weak

Where am I going
I'm without myself
Sitting alone on the park bench

watching the sun set,

While feeling all alone

a beautiful stranger i met.



He said his name was Johnny

he already knew my name

Johnny was so perfect

with him, it just wasnt the same.



Johnny’s eyes were lovely

a darkened shade of brown

Johnny was there for me

with him i never wore a frown



Johnny drowned my sorrows

and johnny loved me so

johnny was so perfect

he promised he’d never let me go



whenever i felt alone

and so out of place

johnny was beside me

told me “dont give up this race”



Im so much happier now

i have somewhere i belong

Johnny is my voice

my strength to keep me strong



Johnny would hold me

when i’d start to cry,

when darkness had me surrounded

Johnny was my sky



sitting on the park bench

Im feeling all alone

I cannot find my johnny

he isnt there at home.



I called out to johnny

but the park was very quiet

I was crying now

and johnny didnt hear my plight



Johnny where are you?

Where did you disappear?

Johnny i cant find my way,

why did you leave me here?



People passed me by

staring at my face

No sign of my johnny

Not a single trace.



The dawn of truth struck me

shattering me like glass

i entered into the real world

dreamworld wouldnt last



Johnny was my imagination

johnny was from my mind

and while i was lost in dreamworld

to reality i was blind.



There never was a stranger

I was all alone,

still sitting on the park bench

far away from home.



see johnny didnt leave me

nor did he stop to care

while i was sitting on that park bench

a “johnny” was never there…
 Jan 2019 Roshan Adhikari
Em
Pretty
 Jan 2019 Roshan Adhikari
Em
Where better to find a leaf
than in the forest?
Where better to eat food
than at a table?
Where better to pray
than in a church?
Where better to scream
than by yourself?
Where better to hurt
than inside yourself?

No place better than a hospital
to recover
Where better to die
than in the arms of your lover?
this was inspired bY A N I M E UWU
been watching Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
thought of george joestar's last words and i dunno
The refugee,
literally dangling in agony between countries,
screams for help in surrender,
the poking barbed wire suspends his body,
penetrating flesh with the slightest motion,
and like vultures,
the border guards patiently gawk.


The refugee,
viscously battered from wave to wave,
the mother and child,
exasperate from blink to blink,
the relentless sea has boundless energy,
as cargo ships glide in the distance.


The refugee,
confined to detainment centres,
sweaty flesh crammed together,
imprisoned for deserting abuse,
as foul doers enjoy liberty.

The refugee,
seeks refuge,
from refuge.
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