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 Jun 28 star
Olivia Williams
Hi yall,
Remember when I said I was going to camp next week?
   ...well...it is actually the following week..I apologize for this--as i just realized my mistake after my parents mentioned starting to bringing out our suitcases.
  
Thanks yall-- for your understanding and I sincerely apologize for the confusion!
- Olivia
 Jun 28 star
Olivia Williams
I tried to follow the map,
It was a trap.
It soon vanished,
I have a clue.

If it’s who I think it is.
They’re coming back soon.  

Each winding turn,
Every breath burned.
Each demon,

The blood,
Visions.
All flooding.
My brain.

Each turn.
A major mistake.
I wish I could fix,
My head.
I can’t even go to bed.

The hallucinations,
Each time.
My brain is tricking me,
I know it’s true.

How long can I last?
Before I collapse?

There after me,
All day,
Every day,
Im never free.

Struggling-
They silence me,
With words.
Claiming Im trouble,
Claiming I’ll never be enough,
Claiming Im not tough enough.

They stole me map,
A bit ago,
Like a had suspected before.
Im losing my way,
The path,
No longer paved.
The road signs,
Lost in mist.
They programmed,
In place.
Like they ceased to exist.

For now— to stay alive,
I obey.
If I don’t,
They’ll surely come back,
Another day,  
To make sure I decay.
 Jun 27 star
lizie
the sky is soft tonight
and so am i,
thinking of you
the way i always do,
reminding myself
of my overflowing love.

baby,
you make everything
feel like music again.
like late summer light
on tired skin,
like laughter in the car
with nowhere to go.

i’ve written you
a hundred ways,
but still
this feels like
the first time.
 Jun 27 star
lizie
baby,
when i say i love you
i’m half-asleep
and whole in it.

you’re the reason
i don’t need
a wind-down.

i close my eyes
and fall
into you.
i only say “goodnight, i love you” when i’m already half-asleep. that’s how i know it’s real. i never stay up scrolling afterward because he’s the one who winds me down and revs me up all at once.
 Jun 27 star
lizie
mom says
i’m the best person she knows.
i smile.
i’m good at pretending.

she says i’m kind,
but i know when it’s a performance.
she says i’m gifted,
but it feels like a trick
i’m barely pulling off.

my sax squeaks,
my test scores blur,
my muscles ache in the water.
and still she calls it talent.

i nod along,
quiet and guilty.

if i’m so good,
why do i always
feel like a lie?
 Jun 27 star
lizie
i don’t want you
to worry.
i just want you
to stay.

i’ll say
i’m fine.
just don’t
go away.
 Jun 27 star
Liana
My danger
 Jun 27 star
Liana
The dangerous thing for me is that I would die and excruciating death a thousand times just to make them smile once
And then I'll apologize if my screams from getting burned alive disrupted their sleep
The ones I love and care about
 Jun 27 star
Angel
summer love
 Jun 27 star
Angel
Through summer sun
and salted air,
I felt your presence
everywhere.

Affection tingled
across my skin—
a bond unbroken,
through thick and thin.

Your heart clung close
like beads of sweat,
a melody hummed
I can’t forget.

Dripping wet,
I held you tight—
a shield from heat,
from harsh daylight.

A love too cool
to brave the chill,
too bright to last,
yet lingers still.

I let myself
forget the rule:
what blooms in sun
won’t weather cool.

And as the breeze
began to bite,
you slipped away—
out of my sight.

A bond once deep
began to crack,
a fading echo
I can’t call back.

A ruined goodbye,
a silent slide—
we drifted into
separate sides.

Now love remains
in hallway glances,
half-turned heads,
a thousand chances.

We share a ghost
of what once burned,
a summer lesson
never learned.

And though I knew
you’d never call—
you were my love,
the one to vanish
with the fall.
The feeling of losing someone you thought you knew so well, only to realize the love you thought was so strong, couldn't bare reality. What was felt so deeply and loved unconditionally, was lost too quickly. I tried to forget, but never could. A summer long past but a summer well remembered all the same. I think you were my one that got away.
clinginess is my predilection
hugs from behind
being held in another's arms
soft kisses pressed against my lips
caressing my skin
running their fingers through my hair
love letters expressing their feelings
meaningful gifts just because
shared smiles
comfortable silence
hours of talking about everything
and nothing
clinginess is my predilection
predilection: a preference or special liking for something; a bias in favor of something
 Jun 27 star
eliana
Despite the storms,
beauty arrives like
it was always going to.
Despite the darkness,
the light returns.
Despite your loss,
your heart will be
full again.
Despite the breaking,
your heart will feel
like it belongs in the
land of joy once more.
This is how it will
always be. Keep living.
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