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 13h Crow
Chloe
Just claw the emotions out of my chest
I won’t protest
I just need some rest
I feel possessed
With being depressed
Obsessed
Distressed
It’s making me feel compressed
 13h Crow
Natalija
Many words have been spoken
I hope never be forgotten
Do not hesitate
Reach out
Write me a letter

I know you!
It will happen.
Today, tomorrow
It doesn't matter

A simple letter
Or just a dot
Written in the air
Between us
I'm a big romantic heart, just that.
 13h Crow
Lenora Mira
Everyone is their own narrator, and by necessity, write themselves as the hero in their own story. But every story requires a villain. You cannot control what your role will be in them all. But you can control what is written in yours.

I am certainly an enemy to many. I have been a bad friend, I have said hurtful words, and I have done harmful things. But I have to hope that I have, and continue to, become a better, more worthy hero. If I didn’t - there would be no point in continuing to read, would there?
 13h Crow
Lenora Mira
I have decided to stop hating myself
because other people have told me I should.

I have done wrong, and wronged others
while trying to do right.

This does not fix the mistakes
but if I keep trying, it will fix me.
 13h Crow
Silva Mee
red is my favourite colour
as it reminds me of
cherries and roses
sweetness and love
warmth and belonging
desire and joy
red is my favourite colour
as it reminds me of you
There is a certain quiet serenity,
like a lake of deep tranquillity,
a beautiful moment of reflection
as I gaze into calm waters.

As the sweet birdsong
lulls my woes to sleep,
lifting my spirits high
giving way to my contented sigh.

Silencing all ambiguity,  
as it brings forth certainty
that this perfect peace  
should outlast time itself.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Sorry it has been a while, it has taken a few weeks to get myself together, but I am happy to be writing again.
Teardrops fall,
telling stories
that eyes cannot hide,
when the heart reveals all
without using words.
Pain and joy both flow,
as healing trickling streams
roll down over skin,
washing away
whatever ailed
or blessed the day.

©️Lizzie Bevis
 15h Crow
Sorelle
I stand there waiting
Reheating the same thing I made yesterday
Cold center
Burnt edge
The world peels in soft strips
Same siren
Same neighbor arguing with the wind
Same breath caught in my teeth
This is what survival looks like
When it isn’t brave
Persistent
No fire
No grand unraveling
Just a flickering light I still haven’t replaced
And the knowledge that it will never be
The right time to change the bulb
A Different kind of everyday decay
-Sorelle
 2d Crow
Birdie
You keep your cards safely packaged
Close to your chest,
I throw mine around the room,
And they never rest.
You are careful, calculated and
Logics steadfast servant.
I am flippant, chaotic and
Ever fierce and fervent.
The bottom line is that you
Don’t feel like I do.
You don’t love like me it’s true.
But I feel and love too hard
When it comes to you.
Dealt such differing decks and holding such dissimilar hands.
You and I are so desperately distinct
In ways we’ll never understand.
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