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You all have
A little bit of
"I want to save the world!"
In you

I just want you to know
That it's ok if you only
Save one person and
It's okay if that person
Is you
My mind is still dull and dimmed with fog
From a recent string of sleepless nights,
But coffee and breakfast have done me good.
The sky bears no clouds and my vision is bright.

The itching stripes underneath my sleeves
Are fading to pink as they start to repair.
Those hours in Hell which then felt eternal
Are now a mere slash on a calendar square.

A quiet, bright jingling rings in my ears
With each steady pace into this new day,
As hung on a chain 'round my neck swings a pendant
Stamped with the words, "MEMENTO VIVERE."
Memento vivere is a latin phrase meaning "remember to live."
Wandering - through the deserts storm
For the breath - is mischievous - craving
"I comply" - prayer's false - sinks in flesh
Blissful kiss - lullabies' pace - is uneven
    Edging of dunes
    Under wind - martyr sings
    Primal scent - salty lips
    Shudder thrills - tracing hands
    Hips endow - shaking
        Drugged - with a truth
        In an oath - for the witness
        Sand is warm - reason thralled
        "Do forgive me"
Shane 5d
Lonely... I'm so lonely
When the clock struck twelve on that silent night
Emotions befell me that caused quite a fright
Sadness and anger
A glimpse of the past
Regret for the days that just couldn't last
I felt like a failure, a reject, a mess
A desolate child stuck in distress
That's who I was
And that's who I'll be
A forever lonely child
Lost in misery
Shane 5d
I fear a ghost has taken hold of me;
I feel its presence when I tend to wake
From eerie dreams that blur reality,
A haunting feeling that I cannot shake.
It steals from me the things I once enjoyed,
And leaves an empty feeling in their place,
As if my life were something to be toyed,
Then left alone and broken in its case.
I'm at the mercy of an angry kid
Who died alone, afraid and far too young.
Too scared to face his fears, he only hid,
And choked upon the words stuck on his tongue.
Shackled to him, I try but can't escape;
To bear the burden of his sins, my fate.
You left our bed at morning’s sigh,
A fleeting kiss, a soft goodbye.
The stars still clung to dawn’s sky,
Now tears and time just linger by.
Come back, my love, don’t leave me crying.  

The bangles hum your name till dawn,
The shadows sway, their light withdrawn.
My soul’s a flame, its spark long gone,
Your absence weaves my fears till morn.
Come back, my love, don’t leave me crying.  

The sheets still hold your fading warmth,
But cold winds chant a lonesome storm.
My heart, once full, now frays, forlorn,
Each clock’s slow tick a wound reborn.
Come back, my love, don’t leave me crying.  

No message comes, no whispered word,
No echo from that town unheard.
My wedding joy, now grief’s own bird,
This bridal bloom, once bright, now blurred.
Come back, my love, don’t leave me crying.  

I light the lamp, I breathe your name,
The night returns with wind and flame.
Alone, I bear a wife’s soft shame,
Yet in my heart, you’re still the same.
Come back, my love, don’t leave me crying.



© Susanta Pattnayak
She dreams, no more.
The rise and the fall of the waves,
the dancing of the breeze,
the symphony of the wind,
the colors of the seasons,
the twilight, moonlit nights
all cease in smoke
under the suffocating arms of
some demonic beast
who ruptures her to dust.

She dreams no more.
Dreams have gathered dust
also a thick coat of rust.
Blurry in her mind, the day,
when she was caged
her voice was squashed
her wings were clipped
and was passed from hand to hand
for mere amusement and joy.

She dreams of
her mother, her father
in the darkness of
night, every night...
Spreading their hands from heaven
the two bright little stars
wait, twinkling for her
night after night, every night.

She dreams of
the strengths of the invincible
the powers of the inaccessible
to annihilate the brutality
and rest beside her mother
eternally till eternity.
Malia 6d
black spores on the mildewed walls
peeling over the wood
rot that even the vultures shun
it grows in cracks and in dark places.

the disease sticks its spiny fingers
down your throat, so you can’t
scream…
silence, silence, it wants
silence.
it wants
absence,
no self left to 𝘣𝘦.

outside, it has been night for years
babes born bawling, not knowing
what stars, moon, sky, sun used to
look like, nothing but the concrete
sea.

and yet, though Purity
has her headstone with the
rest, though there are no longer
prayers
to be blessed
there is good,
there is GOD in this
God-forsaken world,
there is GOOD
there is GOD—
you.
hey! it’s been a while lol
facing online screen
my harnessed heart hardens
        harassed collectively
An Anti Haiku
notes :
etch//my harnessed heart hardens / harried collectively / in muddled company /living the exhaustive betray online / engraving on the permabrain with harrowing / events of foreigners / strangers / and those punished by history / never passed  / just processed / repeatedly and refined / fits of mistruth teething missionarily away / peppered and interjected with visionary ads, funnies, farces and gossips / then follows enraged and reactive whippings and opinions / but what really takes hold / is the fear that comes when their is nothing to fear /fear installed undergrowing basic life
additional notes :
existence relaxed becomes a persistence/strained/an aimed thing that comes/when their is nothing on your plate/biting back/everything surrounds tight but nothing is attacking/nothing is wrong... yet/but your anxious mind knows all the things/reading about this online/rejects comfort/a guilty attachment remains/and the harnessed heart hardens
till the ****** of love
she sang

till the drapes
in tatters, wail
they shiver
threads,
to ribbons
as tears
frail in spring breeze
stiff
bony breath of winter
chills the soul
readies me for the wound

she could dance
belly and all
entrance my naked heart, my dizzy doldrums
how all I'd wanted
was her
in the midst
of my forest

mistake my love
for the stars
she did
for the myriad
she tossed her well
into my coin
and I drank her in
leagues deep
with one penny
for her mind
read her life
saw her perfection stem
in my interest
coffers full
no rust, pon my copper touch,
dividends of time, we had
and yet
by the hour, struck every eve,
the penny wast all I had
for, spat back, my penny went

a man can love a woman
but should his penny be worth her life
her love, her heavens, her crown,
men,
with wallets heavy as banks
will buy her drunk
ego, pride, unmerciful
to the brim
with lust
save one's penny, she'd be rich

though poor all her days, without you...
Who knew soul mates could be so cruel... and uninterested in love.
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