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Simon Bridges Apr 20
Each balloon
Carries a captive thought
The type which remain
                                         Dominant
                                         Predatory
Paced
Head below shoulder
Eased only by a need
To sway
                    On un-retracted claw

Each anxiety's  
Attachment
Led to an open window
                                   One by one
Released to navigate the planet

Lest they stay
To circle the world
                    Inside my head
Damocles Apr 15
Save me,
I’m drowning in a sea of doubts,
Life rafts have sunk, and this birch log is soggy
There’s so much I want to say if I could say.

Save me,
My voice feels hoarse,
There’s a sharp pain in my chest when I breathe
And I’m not quite sure if you’re still here with me.

Save me,
Violence deafens reason,
No longer listening to conscience
When red is such a pretty shade to paint the roadways.

Save me,
There’s a dream I had,
Stolen in the waking beat of lashes
And I can’t go back home,
Can’t find my way back down those roads
That brought me to a happy end.

“Goodbye sunshine,
In the wake of all the storms I’ve been
The wreck I cause in the wake of retribution
Somewhere in this tsunami wave
I’ve washed upon the shore, not sure of self
Who did I become to win a war already won?”

Save me,
I fear what’s to come,
If I don’t find the sun,
Need to shine in the garden,
Grow my precious crop,
And harvest the goodness like a wholesome truth.
We all get a little down in our feelings. Sometimes, you feel like life is an uphill battle or that you have to defeat those who are chaotic evil in the world. Sometimes, you have to realize you have to protect your own peace at any cost. Let the Law handle things, and let karma catch up to those who choose to do harm. This isn't a cry of defeat, this is me boldly saying, "Hey, I've lost what made me me, help me regain perspective."
Immortality Apr 12
"Will I make it?"
the heart cries.

A thousand tries,
yet I fall.

"Should I lower my expectations?"
it whispers.

"No, it's not over until you win,"
the mind insists,
like night cradles the sky;
light will come soon.
To those chasing their dreams, remember: there's always light at the end of the tunnel for those who remain true to their hard work and dedication.
Viktoriia Apr 10
the abundance of possibilities
is making my stomach upset.
i feel like i forgot something,
i feel like i'm always catching up.
the ceiling is getting closer,
i think i'm about to throw up.
everyone's asking who i am
while i dream of a factory reset.

the sun's bleeding into the horizon,
the sun's taking its time to settle and set.
the infinite number of possibilities
is making my stomach upset.
Isaace Apr 3
From ecstasy to anguish—
Now, tenfold, I fizzle out.
I have failed my task which was within,
That which I began again—
Had begun again— with the labouring chagrin.
And now it seems, evidently,
I appear as apparition,
Walking the gentle tides of doubt.
Arii Apr 3
Worth anything?
It’s killing me
Worth anything?
No, that can’t be.

My failures and mistakes
make up who I am.
So when you tell me that it’s okay
What am I supposed to say to that?
Ahmed Gamel Mar 28
Do not come too close—God will cry.
A silent watcher in the endless sky.
A duty held for endless years,
Yet even gods can drown in tears.

To see it all and never change,
To watch, unmoved, through joy and pain.
What if, one day, He let it go?
A whisper lost beneath the snow.

Would He surrender? Would He break?
Would He abandon what’s at stake?
If even He could lose His mind,
Then what of us, so weak, so blind?
This poem explores the weight of responsibility, the fear of losing purpose, and the unsettling thought that even the strongest may break. If divinity can waver, what does that say about us?
There will always be dark of night,
It is a common human plight.
Often it's hard to move throughout the black,
But what you'll find if you keep moving,
A kindling of light,
Never leave behind a dream.

I miss you
I miss you too


Life will knock you down,
It seems to be the only thing it really knows,
But in the face of doubt,
Move about,
You will come to find,
It's hard to keep inside the night.

May I still hold her when the sun dips well bellow the sea
Tell me lord, may I still praise her if there is dark?


In times of doubt you must stay strong,
Far away from backhanded thoughts,
Never let love waver,
Reinforce it with iron arms,
Be calm with the winds of night,
Condemn this mortal spite.

Never doubt that I am here,
I will hold you safe from the tendrils of fear.


But once it's found,
You fear losing this light,
The piece of love you found,
Within the blinded world of now,
Don't be worried
For if you worry it is destined to leave.

I love you,
I love you too.
Inspired by my love, every time I almost lost my love, the faint piano that plays in our souls, and every little grace of our skin.
Aaron Beedle Mar 18
Folding thoughts like origami
fortress of the hectic army
a sea of fans cheering wildly
and nothing certain waning mildly.

A pile of notes and bloated files of writings,
the little terrors these forgotten worlds invite in.
A choir of friendly voices turning choices into stressful hourly junctions degrading your peace and eroding your mental function.

I write in lines the complex as the simple but between them find a blurred reflection, a swirling mirror in which I seek answers but find only an ever increasing number of questions.
About: I write my thoughts in my notes to try and clarify them, but don't perceive any increase in clarity.
Viktoriia Mar 18
bound by an oath you gave
before you even knew your own name,
held hostage to their righteousness,
consumed by the weight of their sins.
waiting for a punishment that never comes,
hoping for a timely release,
counting the days until you're summoned.
free at last,
free at last.
your only inheritance is fear,
bound by an oath you gave
before you could even speak.
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