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 Nov 2024 Edmond
morningdew
My head is spinning
My mind is fuzzy
My eyes are burning,
Vision going hazy

My eyes close
Into a deep sleep I fall
In the morning,
                  my phone says
There's a missed call
                           From death
 Nov 2024 Edmond
beth fwoah dream
my love, you wear silence like a coat
and i am left drifting like a far-out wave.
the wind tangles leaf and sky.
winter is barely noticed, the moon
is a ghost of forgotten flowers where
the night sings to the starry waters,
sings of our love. everything is sailing
like a ship in a bottle, a kaleidoscope  
of brightness, gothic hill and wildflower
ruin, flowing like a silvery stream.
do you dream of me? do you burn when
the night wraps you in her cloak and the moon
unwinds the waters of the seas?
do you dream of me?
 Nov 2024 Edmond
Liana
Crying alone
 Nov 2024 Edmond
Liana
To return home
Alone in your bedroom
Where no one can see you
And to finally let yourself cry
Screaming silently into the night
 Nov 2024 Edmond
Liana
I want a kind person to see me struggling
Not by me showing them
But by simply observing
And care
And ask if they can help
Sometimes they can
And sometimes they can't
But that itself
Is enough for my heart
 Nov 2024 Edmond
aAr
Fading memories
 Nov 2024 Edmond
aAr
A wretched mind frame
lit with sapphire flame.
In it my past ignites,
destined to flee into emptiness.

All my mental souvenirs slowly evanesces,
as if my mind is a quicksand.

What's the point
of making new memories
if i cant even hold on
to the one's that i already have?
 Nov 2024 Edmond
Skylark 12
This fresh coat of paint
You brushed thick across the leaves,
when there’s wind, it drips.
Beautiful view out my front window today.
 Nov 2024 Edmond
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98.6˚ (37˚)
 Nov 2024 Edmond
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i guess ive always had a thing for fire
standing too close -
letting the smoke suffocate me,
the smell latch onto me.
i know i might burn,
but it’s where i want to be -

ignited by all of this desire inside of me
more gas,
more flames
 Nov 2024 Edmond
Arawyn
He looked at me,
The way the sky looks at the rain,
Waiting for patiently for the relief.
Hands intertwining around my waist like vines,
Every touch felt.
Warm lips pressed against mine that has been worn.
Heal them I say as if they have been broken so many times before.
I love you,
I love you.
Our love is inevitable.
 Nov 2024 Edmond
Ejiro
Misanthropy
 Nov 2024 Edmond
Ejiro
I belong in a genre
A genre called “humankind”
I hate it
It makes me want to tear my skin apart
and rip out my flesh and bones
And let my blood flow down like a waterfall
The “humankind” is like poison
We infect ourselves and everyone around us in our day to day lives
I don't want to be apart of this “humankind”
And I do not wish for you to see me as one of them
For I would rather be a walking corpse instead
Misanthropy - a dislike for the human kind
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