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jǫrð Nov 2020
Asphyxiated
In the ashes of what I
Once mistook you for
The History: I was wrong and I don't know how to repair the damage I've done. Without the intent to harm, I have. Is this my nature?
Indigo Nov 2020
When you lose someone, It's hard.
It doesn't feel real at first.
It feels like you're in a movie.
Your breath gets faster...
You start feeling dizzy.
You keep telling yourself to same thing...
Over
And
Over
Again
Your mind keeps screaming...
NO!
You feel the pain wash over you.
It's like a wave.
It swallows you whole and drags you away.
Away from safety as it drags you down.
You feel like you're drowning in your emotions.
Like you can’t breath.
And if you try to scream...
No one will hear a thing.
You feel like collapsing...
And you do,
You collapse inside.
Your heart hurts...
You feel pain you have never felt before.
You don't know what to do.
STOP!
You shout..
But you can’t.
The pain just keeps coming.
Like a steady waterfall.
Your emotions drown you once again...
You can't do anything about it.
You just have to wait and let it pass.
It pulls at you.
It follows you and attacks when you least expect it...
You don't know what to do.
I know this feeling because...
Because this is how I felt..
When
I
Lost
Myself.
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2020
Chaos around
Catastrophe within
You are dreaming the cage we are living in
I do not tell a soul
In solitude stand
Fearing they won't understand
Is this a nightmare or real life?
nidhi b Nov 2020
sky
gazing at the never ending sky,
i **** every last thought on my mind.
watching the birds fly free,
vaguely hoping they take me.

i paint the sky,
make it mine,
put my heart and soul into it.

for once i let my gaurd down,
begging for inner peace,
openly accepting the desolation,
as i hope for the chord to ease.

the darkness swallows the golden light,
with soft promises to reunite.
dailythoughts Nov 2020
the thing about storms
is that they are missed when gone
at peace in chaos
Sarah Flynn Nov 2020
dystopian novels and
post-apocalyptic movies
somehow captivate
everyone that I know.

humans enjoy violence.
maybe it's the fear,
maybe it's the power,
maybe it's some sort
of adrenaline rush.
I don't know.

humans spend
so much time focusing
on the end of the world.
will it be zombies?
aliens? an outbreak
of some form of virus?
will we turn to anarchy
and cause our own demise?
again, I don't know.

I can't figure out why
this is so appealing.
I don't understand
other humans.

maybe my trauma
won't let me learn.

maybe my disconnect
comes from the horrors
I tried to leave in my past.

maybe I'm not interested
in the end of the world

because it feels like
my world ended
a very long time ago.
Life could either be
defined by your parents' mistakes
or solely yours,
only here to live and learn
with the hindsight
that you may well be
one of those mistakes too.
Living and learning are intertwined, go hand in hand. In between are the moments of laughter, grandeur, thankfulness and thrill.

In the midst of all chaos, laughing at yourself is a way to live by.
Long live the bond
The one which shall no broke
Full with trust and pride
Words that my heart doesn't recognize

Once a time i believed
They run, they hide
Inside the fog they'll decide

Long live the ash
One used to be a bond
The memories of a chaos
Bur no time for cries, so they don't recognize

In the table
It seems a corner
They see their own truth
They don't understand, they don't want to recognize

Lost
Every one there is lost
There is no sign of hope

In midnight they arrive
To steal the future of anyone
Only lefting a black mask

In the end humanity have been chained
Chains of hate and misuderstanding

Long live the new traitor
The one who has seen everything
Is in a dead end
Only left to pretend
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