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 Nov 2019 sophie
xmxrgxncy
Madness
 Nov 2019 sophie
xmxrgxncy
One day I swear I’ll figure out
If I was who you were writing about
 Nov 2019 sophie
Robert D
Afraid
 Nov 2019 sophie
Robert D
I'm afraid of what others think
And what they will see
I'm not perfect at all
I'm scared to be me

So many faults
Too many I'm afraid
Not happy at all
With choices I've made

Life moves along
It's direction can be swayed
Don't care what others think
It's your life don't be afraid
 Nov 2019 sophie
girasol
Growth
 Nov 2019 sophie
girasol
The hardest part is not that I miss you
The hardest part is not that I think about you constantly
The hardest part is not that I fantasize about you
The hardest part is not that I still love you
The hardest part is that you don’t have the courage to fight for me
The hardest part is realizing that although you act like a man, you’re still only a boy
The easiest part is realizing I’ve outgrown you and your insecurities
 Nov 2019 sophie
dog pillow
lost and
 Nov 2019 sophie
dog pillow
It finds me first
In the space beneath the lungs
A rapidly cycling movement
Trickles down, seeps like a sponge

The pressure lifts my breath up now
Faster
Faster
In and
Out

The feeling I have punches my gut,
And claws its way straight to the mind.

I wish what I’d found weren’t so devastating.
I wish I didn’t find it this time.
 Nov 2019 sophie
lua
like the dawn
 Nov 2019 sophie
lua
kiss me like the dawn
when the light of your sun touches the earth for the first time
when every single thing lights up and bursts into flames
burning bright tongues of fire and warmth into my heart
it showers the hills with orange, yellow light
waking everything up
as if breathing life into them once more
i'll love you even if my moon has a dark side you'll never reach
i'll love you even if when i am awake, you are off to sleep
i'll love you even if the only times our fingers touch
is when the world silences
as it watches the eclipse

kiss me like the dawn.
we'll never know when the last dawn will be
That time again
Leaves have fallen
Gathered and clustered
Curled in lane corners their
Lifeless backs to the curb
Still too slape
And limp to crunch
Lying and waiting as
Winter creeps closer
Night by night
In the darkening months.
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