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Some nights I can hear the people in my head - my unwritten characters - begging to be let out

Yet in the morning, they're silent and sleeping and tame

It's somehow impossible to find them then

No matter how much I bang around or how many doors and windows I open

They find a quiet spot under a brain cell and drift away

And I don't hear from them again until I'm trying to sleep

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Written by MaggieFreema in portal Poetry & Free Verse
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Some nights I can hear the people in my head - my unwritten characters - begging to be let out
Yet in the morning, they're silent and sleeping and tame
It's somehow impossible to find them then
No matter how much I bang around or how many doors and windows I open
They find a quiet spot under a brain cell and drift away
And I don't hear from them again until I'm trying to sleep
#fiction  #poetry  #writing  #insidemyhead  #characters 
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Still

And love me still,       when I am no longer-
                         myself.



-syed.aa

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Still
And love me still,       when I am no longer-
                         myself.


-syed.aa
#fantasy  #romance  #poetry  #prose  #poem  #writing  #love  #freeverse  #poet  #writer  #typewriter  #still  #freeversepoetry  #typewriterpoetry 
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Written by syed in portal Poetry & Free Verse

I Feel Tonight-

And I feel tonight,
What the sweet smell of your
Skin carries along with it;
The scent of fresh roses
And the taste of a new love.

-syed.aa

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Written by syed in portal Poetry & Free Verse
I Feel Tonight-
And I feel tonight,
What the sweet smell of your
Skin carries along with it;
The scent of fresh roses
And the taste of a new love.

-syed.aa

#fantasy  #romance  #poetry  #prose  #poem  #writing  #freeverse  #poet  #rose  #writer  #typewriter  #scent  #freeversepoetry  #typewriterpoetry 
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CotW #66: Write about the biggest lesson life has taught you.
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The World I Used To Believe In

I used to be able to relate to people, and songs, and quotes, and poems that complained about how awful the world is; war, hunger, prejudice- I was so remorseful for all of it. I didn’t understand why I had to grow up in this generation where I was learning to be numb and apathetic at the sight of injustice. I could look at a dead body and no emotion would stir inside of me- that's horrifying. All I believed was that the world was this dark, terrible place and by me complaining, I was better because I could address every flaw of society, and could say that I knew about the problems of today... But, maybe that's just angst. And maybe, I’m meant to live happily. I knew how to criticize everything that was wrong, but I couldn’t do anything about it- and maybe that's why everything seemed so hopeless to me. This angst; this existential teen crisis where you believe that you are meant to fix the world... Well maybe, I won’t cure cancer, and maybe I won’t save the melting ice caps. But, I sure am doing nothing by sitting here and waiting for some impending doom I believe the earth is destined for. Maybe I don’t need to save lives, but I sure can learn to live happily and meaningfully. Because it’s not blissfully ignorant of me to stand around all day and not focus on the terrible tragedies that happen every day, all around us; maybe that's just me surviving. If I were to cry and mourn for every wrongful deed on Earth, surely I would die. I would just die of sorrow, and then what have I done? Nothing. But if I choose to get up each morning with the purpose of making each day count, and if I choose to smile and love the ones closest to me, then maybe I've already made the world a better a place. My refusal to not be defeated is not a sign of a lack of empathy, but truly, a raw sight of bonafide defiance. And when belligerent acts of violence and inequality call to us, we still get to live. We still get the chance to have another day, another week, maybe another year. And we get to decide how to spend it.

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CotW #66: Write about the biggest lesson life has taught you.
Written by allisonfan2020
The World I Used To Believe In
I used to be able to relate to people, and songs, and quotes, and poems that complained about how awful the world is; war, hunger, prejudice- I was so remorseful for all of it. I didn’t understand why I had to grow up in this generation where I was learning to be numb and apathetic at the sight of injustice. I could look at a dead body and no emotion would stir inside of me- that's horrifying. All I believed was that the world was this dark, terrible place and by me complaining, I was better because I could address every flaw of society, and could say that I knew about the problems of today... But, maybe that's just angst. And maybe, I’m meant to live happily. I knew how to criticize everything that was wrong, but I couldn’t do anything about it- and maybe that's why everything seemed so hopeless to me. This angst; this existential teen crisis where you believe that you are meant to fix the world... Well maybe, I won’t cure cancer, and maybe I won’t save the melting ice caps. But, I sure am doing nothing by sitting here and waiting for some impending doom I believe the earth is destined for. Maybe I don’t need to save lives, but I sure can learn to live happily and meaningfully. Because it’s not blissfully ignorant of me to stand around all day and not focus on the terrible tragedies that happen every day, all around us; maybe that's just me surviving. If I were to cry and mourn for every wrongful deed on Earth, surely I would die. I would just die of sorrow, and then what have I done? Nothing. But if I choose to get up each morning with the purpose of making each day count, and if I choose to smile and love the ones closest to me, then maybe I've already made the world a better a place. My refusal to not be defeated is not a sign of a lack of empathy, but truly, a raw sight of bonafide defiance. And when belligerent acts of violence and inequality call to us, we still get to live. We still get the chance to have another day, another week, maybe another year. And we get to decide how to spend it.
#prose  #challenge  #life  #writing  #lesson 
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Happy Songs

You write about your friends and killing yourself

But I write about you

About the deep purple creases under sweet, tired eyes

And gentle fingers running through my hair

Maybe we both write about our madness

Depression verses obsession

You claim you can't write happy songs

But maybe it's just me

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Written by fallupboy in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Happy Songs
You write about your friends and killing yourself
But I write about you
About the deep purple creases under sweet, tired eyes
And gentle fingers running through my hair
Maybe we both write about our madness
Depression verses obsession
You claim you can't write happy songs
But maybe it's just me
#writing  #love  #sad  #friends  #depression 
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