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will Nov 2019
a manuscript set forth
erors sprawld acros
every single page

t̾e̾a̾ stains spot it
where it lᵢₑs fₒᵣgₒttₑN
on your desk now

half finished here...

c h o p p y sentences
full of m̴i̴s̴t̴a̴k̴e̴s̴
marked up in RED

there are improvements
little notes jotted down
between the margins

waiting for action
as you steep a cup
to string it together

Writing is really difficult sometimes, but it's also really a beautiful process full of mistakes and the like. I like to think maybe I'm a draft waiting to become some wonderful adventure novel. My author is just trying their best to work out the plot holes and flaws.
NN Oct 2019
Hold on to your melody,
whatever emotion it may bear.
Carry on playing it endlessly,
let it be the reason for the smile or frown you wear.

Let it define you and let yourself change the words to it sometimes,
let it be an incentive to read between the lines.
-N.N.
witching hour Oct 2019
i hope in a different life,
you would—at least—be happier,
even if that means trading my only chance
in this life of knowing you exist.
Nigdaw Jun 2019
Deliciously bored
Staring from a window, alone
Midwinter, sunday afternoon
Trees bare their skeletal form to the rain
That runs in rivulets down glass
Scientifically designed to keep the draft out,
Nowhere to be, so I may as well be here
Deliciously bored as I was when a child
Though then I wanted it all to happen,
The world to rush at me, engulf me so
I could drink it in, experience, digest, evaluate
But now it just passes me by, time to waste
Rather than worrying about wasted time
So for now I will enjoy this feeling
Nose pressed against a window pane
Leaving breath patterns on the glass
That is scientifically made to keep the draft out.
This was slightly inspired by Pete Townsend and his track, Exquisitely Bored.
Lost in my Head Jun 2019
I’m never satisfied with you
No matter how much I try and change it I just can’t get a sense of fulfillment
Never wanting to show it
Not wanting anyone to see

I started writing this about my poems
It’s only now I realize it’s about you
Still not sure what I’ll do about it
I guess the world will have to wait and see
It’s been a weird week
Frowning May 2019
2
I thought I was God,  
I was brought-up-by-poetry,
I'd go toe2toe,  
reach each blow4blow,
oh, & thank you, for blowing me,
I clawed up
afraid of heights
from the sights just from growing me,
yup, I fought and I shot up,
& yup I got caught
I: all for naught.,
&all that I bled.

I wasn't brought up this dead,

a sick stick em' up kid.
with a "thank you for sewing me"
a black-and-blue hue
again thank you for knowing me,
l learned each low elbow so low,
been up/down + below
  but again just so you know
the lowest of low was never<as low as

me.
second draft, tried and died to tighten and lighten it up. Please pour out a cup and let me know what you think (only after you drink)
Ray Dunn Apr 2019
They call me a special name.
They call me a meteorite,
and I know I can fly forever.
This is from my drafts a few weeks ago but I don’t really like it or think it fits my own standards but whatever maybe someone out there will find some enjoyment from this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  not everything has to be good when you’re learning a new skill!!
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