Submissions by Pycho1313
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The ghost that wanted to be loved. .
Monday morning, I am lying in my comfortable and warm bed. I don't want to get up as I know that by taking one try to get out of my soft bed I will get all cold. Alarm rings
impatiently, and I know its time for me to get ready for school. The thought I mostly had in my head whenever I was about to prepare for my school, is that it would be an ordinary day at school, full of meaningless and flawless conversations turning round the corners of my class by pointless sentences coming out of students of my group. Things that might never be usefull in my entire life. Thats why there were times...
impatiently, and I know its time for me to get ready for school. The thought I mostly had in my head whenever I was about to prepare for my school, is that it would be an ordinary day at school, full of meaningless and flawless conversations turning round the corners of my class by pointless sentences coming out of students of my group. Things that might never be usefull in my entire life. Thats why there were times...
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My memories of you
All I am left with is the memories. The painfully delicious memory of you and I. All that kept me sane for so long.
The one thing that I let myself hang onto, is hurting more than anything- my memory.
Oh dear, I wish I could erase my memory. Oh how I wish I had the ability to erase you from my life like in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Maybe I could go back to that day and ignore you and the commotion, then I wouldn't have had this struggle for the past 4 years.
Maybe I made a mistake, maybe I didn’t. I am so scared.
Alone, and in solitude is...
The one thing that I let myself hang onto, is hurting more than anything- my memory.
Oh dear, I wish I could erase my memory. Oh how I wish I had the ability to erase you from my life like in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Maybe I could go back to that day and ignore you and the commotion, then I wouldn't have had this struggle for the past 4 years.
Maybe I made a mistake, maybe I didn’t. I am so scared.
Alone, and in solitude is...
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Corridors of life
In this Darken corridors she stays
Screaming, Yelling - No one cares -
Crying, Shouting Back at them
But they know she just pretend
She hears some questions in her mind
Which are asking her - When? And -Why?
She's losing touch with the "real"world
But they know she would leave one day
She's running up and left then right
"Where I am?" she wonders now
Someone's standing deep in the end
But they know she's just insane
Now she's lost in those darken paths
No more turnings just an ending line ...
Screaming, Yelling - No one cares -
Crying, Shouting Back at them
But they know she just pretend
She hears some questions in her mind
Which are asking her - When? And -Why?
She's losing touch with the "real"world
But they know she would leave one day
She's running up and left then right
"Where I am?" she wonders now
Someone's standing deep in the end
But they know she's just insane
Now she's lost in those darken paths
No more turnings just an ending line ...
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