Free Verse
Never Too Close
Ever since Selena, I don't get to close too people! My biggest fear was that someone close, I trusted would literally end my life. The relationships I've HAD only further proved that point. Jealousy, Envy, Unhinged mindsets, Greed, Unprocessed mental health, Thieves, & Abusers. I've seen my Lovers, turn to monsters in a blink of an eye. I almost lost my life a few times, But God Kept Me!
By ITS YOUR DESTINY 5 months ago in Poets
Oceania
I listen to the sound of echoes, in between the rhythm and seagulls screeching. To drown you out in the background, to tune you out and all your misdemeanors. You sail away, I cast off your ropes. I've marooned you to the middle of nowhere. I've shipped you off. Your assumptions meet your expectations. I write this in hopes one day, you will swallow your own insults. You're skilled in the art of deception and I see right through you. Your disappointments aren't mine. Why can't you face me? When all you do is see yourself. I hear the shattering of explosions, the tranquility of blind indifference. It enraptures me, in captivity, unwillingly. You're on the other side and I'm fine where I am. You fade even further away. I go into the shadows where you never stray. I'm not listening to what I've heard before. To hypocritical contradictions, to nonsense convictions. I wave good bye once again. I keep coming back to this. And it will, one day, be the last time. Long gone are the understatements of grounded wings. I am on takeoff to the lands of immortality. The mist gives way. It's been waiting for me. I dive into the vastness of the void. I jump off the precipice into the abyss of perseverance. I've come to endure. My tears will dry and my wings will expand. You've gone into the distance. You grow weaker and dimmer. I grow taller and higher. This height elevates me. You're buried in the dirt. I hear the seagulls enveloping me. The waves carry you out to sea and I'm in between all that you can't see. I listen to the wind surrounding me. To the repeat of echoes and to the scratching of vulture claws. Farewell. You are now officially dead to me
By Anna Torres6 months ago in Poets
"CATALINA BOARDWALK ROMANCE". Content Warning.
This is fictional prose. The characters and story are fictional, and were created by the author's eclectic brain of fairytales blended with real life of places, people, and other stuff. The Pink Blush Hotel and The Dream Factory Studios are fictional properties. Any reflection to real characters is coincidental.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
To the surreal strength we hold
This is an ode to the might that we hold in our hearts to mellow through the banter of our strife. We are extraordinary species that surpass the wit and intelligence of any existing creature in the biotic ecosystem. Our minds are constantly evolving in every minuscular way to foretell the vision of tomorrow. Life is a monotonous series of exemplary events that forge their being in the mundanity of a day. Stirring with the hustle-bustle of every day becomes burdening when life shows how uncertain our mortality is and how placated we are in the hands of the unknown.
By Hridya Sharma6 months ago in Poets