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Perhaps I can't be happy all the time.
Even when everything around me is fine.
I write and write and write
in no way am I laconic
the words flow and flow and flow
pages and pages and pages filled
watching notebooks pile up
my thoughts and emotions
filling each page
my very essence poured into my poetry
laconic is never and will never
be a part of me
laconic: (of a person, speech, or style of writing) using very few words
When you know you know. You know?

When the world is upside down
But you have peace of mind.
When the world seems to be fine
But you've had better times.

When you know you know. Don't you know?

When a lie is the truth
You never hear it.
But when a truth is a lie
You might just feel it.

You know when you know. Like summer from snow.

When life is a loop of grey,
Color never finds its way.
But when life decides to smile,
It stays  just for a while.

Doubt shall knock your door.
Many times and many more.
And as you live, you will know.
Answer the doubt who won't go.

Oh but if you don't live,
You might as well never know.
Elena Rosi Aug 18
I want to write. But there's something that won't let me.
I want to talk. But when I do, my voice feels empty.
I want to help. But I'm becoming selfish.
I want to be me. But when I was, I would say that I hate it.
I want to live. But for the first time, I just don't feel motivated.
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