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Samual Hidden Dec 2020
Running away.
A dream that all kids have, as they fight off imaginary pirates.
A dream we harbor as the harsh realities of life slowly creep up on us.
A dream that compromises.
"We shall run away next year when we get some money"
"We shall make a visit first to see if we really like it"
Slowly but surely the dream fades away.
To some cartoon version you see once a year.
Im going to run away one day. One day to a land far away.
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
I dream of yesterdays gone

Where laughter is heard and love everywhere

Letting me wander half-memories in a happy haze

Dry eyes
Warm cheeks

And in an instant it vanishes

Still smiling
Wake to cruel reality

And onto everything fading brain clutches uselessly

As if pursuing Eldorado or some other impossible treasure
Because the memories never stay
Shane Dec 2020
Here I am
A mere fragment
Of loss and desolation.
Isolated and existing
In emptiness.

Here I am
As certain as fall
Cold and rigid
As the old places
Where we made
Snow ball dreams
And sunset promises.

You are living these now
Without me,
And here I am
Fading without you.

Fall is when you left. And I have been falling since.
Raven Blue Dec 2020
Violet to black roses;
Doors of wonder closes;
Pomegrenates in winter;
Weeping willows wither.
SquidInk Dec 2020
everyone envisions their hope for their future
whether they want to lose weight
or whether they want to fall out of habits
some people envision having a family
having kids and a dog
marrying that one boy that makes them so happy
is it bad that in my future i envision nothing for myself
perhaps in the future i will be gone..
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
You would have to be blind to miss the signs
And not connect dots with lines
The sand in my hourglass draining at a faster pace
My feet themselves are stuck in place
When all that's visible is a brief highlight
Of the flaws kept out of sight
I want to believe what I pretend
Questions I can't comprehend
Unaware my journey is difficult to understand
Try to hold patience
It slips from my hand
If waves were weapons I'd be washed out to sea
Riddled with bulletholes and every type of injury
We could be battle scars on reality to heal
All blue and black
Zero pulse left to feel
Cloudy white sky
Soil below
Pushed around by conscience energies flow
If you were star I swear you'd be the sun
Waving from perch higher than any other one
Train derailing
Scheduled to arrive on time
I would be riding caboose with residual **** and grime
Trapped in last because I never win
In frozen still shots captured posing in
Looking for a positive review
Can call me names cause they're all probably true
In a world fantasy I do my best to keep it real
Battle coincidences
Being up front with how I feel
The truth is not always the easiest to bear
That is an honor with others you must share
Revealed lies to be nothing more than cages
Shattered soul with edges of false pages
Ultimately putting me into an early grave
My fate is sealed
I am too gone to save
Found out I need to have a bunch of teeth pulled and be fitted for partial dentures...at age 25.. really makes me feel ashamed of my lifestyle and how drastically it has aged me
unnamed Nov 2020
It started out as most things do.
At a distance.
In the back of my mind.
Something to wonder about,
But never define.
Most of the time it's just "hello",
Or "Shalom"
Or "what book"
And their reply.
And, it continued, as most things do,
Way too fast,
And,
Way too soon.
Thinking back now they are a wonder in my thoughts.
About-
What could've been.
If I took the chance of knowing them.
And,
Why do I miss them.
When I've got all but squat.
It's often something I think about. To miss someone I never took the chance of knowing.
To listen to a sort of rain and think about what they're listening too. Or who they're thinking about as well.
After a few years it everything seemed flimsy anyways.
Aa Harvey Nov 2020
Never better


You were crazy, just like me baby.
You were my lady and you set me free permanently.
You were crying, just like I was.
I was dying, just for love.
All we had we too soon lost,
But what we had defined everything about us.


You were in pain, so you kept on hurting me.
You walked away and destroyed my life of peace.
You were amazing, until you ended everything.
I never replaced you with a better being.


(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Delyla Nunez Nov 2020
Loss is a funny thing.
One minute you’re crying hysterically
And the next
You’re screaming in your mind.
Thinking it’ll be reversed.

Death is final though.
You see we keep their memory alive
And we wonder
Why we are still hurting.

Like waves grief pulls and pushes us
And no matter what
We stand with the tide and let the waves crash down on us.

Consumed by pain, sorrow, and hate.
We cloud our judgement and deem it fit for action,
Until our action
becomes our consequence.

Loss is a tumble of emotions trying to find which one is suitable and appropriate for the occasion.
Never once letting up to let you breathe.

A constant battle to chose which direction to go from here.
The plans to be made and all the while.
Pretending to be okay.
RIP to those gone.
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