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Ithaca Jun 2019
reading
old material
from depressed
me is like walking
into hell with a parka
and an umbrella.

reading
old material
from pessimistic
you is like eating a
chocolate covered
pine cone.
you say you don’t believe
in vampires
but don’t you know that someone
that always comes in your darkest hour
and ***** the life out of you
unable to find the light
even while the sun shines so bright

you say you don’t believe
in werewolves
but don’t you all know that someone
that only comes around for that one night
when the night shines bright
changing with every breeze
growing more and more unrecognizable
every time you see them  

you say you don’t believe
but the proof is in front of you
only a few can actually see
because we are free
don’t let these thieves
steal everything you love in life
with savage ease

you say you don’t believe
just believe in yourself
wabisabichii Jun 2019
Believing isn't easy.
Believing isn't simple.
Believing isn't all that good.
But believing makes you happy.

Believing isn't always sure.
Believing isn't always secure.
Believing isn't always worth it.
But believing makes you happy.

Believing in the wrong people, hurt.
Believing in the right people, also hurt.
Believing in someone who didn't ask for it, also hurts.
But believing in yourself, will never hurt.

Believe in life.
Believe in what makes you happy.
Amaris May 2019
I’m barely an adult but already I’ve felt jaded
Romantics of childhood had all but faded
I thought I loved, didn’t know how it looked
Your presence in my life was what it took
For me to - slowly - realize it’s not that hard
Only a few experiences had left me scarred
Underneath your care, my flaws disappear
Every day gets better with you right here
Somewhere along the way, I’d lost my heart
Yet now I want to sing again, and start
Writing stories that are too good to be true
But I’m still so terrified of losing you
If I could just let go, and trust that when I fall
You’ll catch me, and come running when I call
Then together, the world can call us naive
And I won’t even care, ‘cause now I believe
Uuntrix May 2019
The thunder and rain roared.
"Beautiful day", he said.
I though I might believe anything he said.
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