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Ilya Krivonosov Mar 2019
Between the trees wild moans.
Are they vultures or crows?
Or other hungry birds
Will be over the forest, bawling, to spin?

Eniki-Beniki, video training.
Forests of dense shillings-pfenings.
Waiting for that once uhnet owl.
Boring without numbers, cuckoo is right.

Spit on everything and buy an Airbus.
To fly low, causing the globe.
To hear how the lilies of the valley are drinking CO2.
Dream about Earthlings at home grass.
Charlotte Mar 2019
I heard rumours —
everybody gossips,
you were all that I believe.

Keep me wanting more,
tell your truth —
everything gets blurry,
I know I'm addicted
to you.

I’m right where you want me —
I’m young and your precious.

Straight from
the cross on your wrist
to the scars on mine.
This is to familiar
to my past,
you know it runs in my mind
that I spent half
my life living
in yours.
Gale L Mccoy Mar 2019
she leaves her hovel
and goes 4 doors
down to the cafe
they close in 5 minutes
so she walks back towards
her home
and goes next door to the bar
she looks for a familiar face
she could go behind the bar
it's too cold to go outside
she didn't grab her id
she sees no familiar faces
so she goes home
Whisperer Mar 2019
Maybe we get stuck in the past , just because it's familiar
We are so scared of the future...
that we prefer to live in the past ; and alter it from time to time making an imaginary-pleasent future
DAF Mar 2019
sad again
but feel it less
ill take that as a sign
Stxlle Feb 2019
The air is filled with tension whenever we were together. We were opposites yet, we attracted each other. We go together. We compliment one another.

He was a painter and I was his masterpiece.

He made me his sky. I was covered in blue and purple. Every touch was like lightning. Every encounter brought a storm. There was no peace in me. There was no light in him.

He put me together and teared me apart. He built me up and pushed me down.  I told him to leave then begged him to stay. I left him but I came back.

I had to come back.
His coldness brought me warmth and my loneliness brought him company.

We go together in all the wrong ways.
Yet, we stayed with each other because that's all we know.
Wrote this while listening to Hostage - Billie Eilish
blackbiird Jan 2019
I'm not sure if you're addicted
to my sadness
or if I've gotten used to
the silence that creeps
between us while we sleep
but there's something
peculiar about
the way you
breathe.

it's enticing
so intoxicating
that I don't mind crying
next to you
for a little while longer.
Vishal Rai Jan 2019
Not so different
yet so strange,
Not so old,
yet something new
this is not first time I'm getting those Butterflies,
this is not first time i look through the car window and smile while listening to my favourite music.
this feeling is familiar.
I've seen clouds converting into rain before
too.
I lie awake under sky ignoring the beautiful star constellations, lost in a name.
I've done all this before too, but I've never seen someone doing exactly as me.

this is not first time I'm in love but this time i am being loved too.
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