#nightdwellers
I’m a night dweller The nerves got me listening to the lyrics of the legends And here I am Am I a good listener.
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I’m a night dweller The nerves got me listening to the lyrics of the legends And here I am Am I a good listener.
This isn't a poem of one direction, This is a poem about perfection. This isn't a poem about who won the election, This is a poem about correction.
I don't know what I want, so don't ask me. I'm still trying to figure it out. I'm just walking down this road, wondering where it goes. I'm not bitter. I'm not angry. I'm fine. Honestly.
(oops, missed the last challenge.
Today I am quiet Today I am calm Today my mind is open To what is missing. Today I am silent, Today i am at peace, my thoughts are softer than a blanket of fleece.
This is really late for #household peg day- appologies @nom. She pegged it on the kitty cat, she pegged it on the moon, she pegged it on her state of mind, she pegged it on a tune.
Notebook notebook, Fill me with words. Notebook notebook, Dreams to go unheard. Notebook notebook, Tiny cramped writing. Notebook notebook, A wonderful sighting. Notebook notebook, Poems and stories.
I'm standing in my dimly lit hallway. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Overwhelmed with emotions I have yet to figure out. So scared of what people have to say and think of me.
I don't know the reasons It's hard to tell why But in the last few years, I've learned that I can't cry It's not that it's impossible, I mean from time to time I do But the heartbreaking thing, Is...
I wanna stare at the sunset. I want to forget everything. I want nothing to regret. I want to stay there and just have those memories of good stuff in mind. I want to shut the world outside.
@MelchiorJ13 #household Tick tock, Tick tock All the seconds click by Tick tock, Tick tock, From the sunrise to the time it sets in the sky Tic tic tic tock Seconds, minutes, hours days Tic tic tic...
I stare at my black leather bound book,. Holding back blank parchment,. Next to it there lies my pen,. And then I realise, with a start,. I'm lost of inspiration,. Been pouring my words out,.
Pegs upon my guitar So white and clean Very out of place So much like me Pegs upon my violin So interesting and chic Reminds me of my sisters Fashionistas not so meek Pegs all around That I always...
#nightdwellers Inspired by @RichWithey ;-) Reaching into the bottom of a mind altering bottle I'll find myself more reasons at full throttle Peeling back the surface of what once was dignified...
I'm like a little flower, I bloom when the weather is fair, I love to dance and sing and jump, when I have no cares But if there's too much pressure, Grey clouds are dark and thick, I run and hide,...
Weave a web of wishes Look to all the trees What web would you choose For your thoughts to be free.
I'm spacing out More often now Every 3 minutes I'll be in my own world My train of thought Is out of service I can't keep a handle On my own mind What is up with me.
Cup of cold coffee,. Spilt on the floor,. 2010's calendar,. Taped to the door,. Sheets of scrap paper,. All cover the table,. Damp, yellow post-it notes,. Double as labels,. Boxes of ready meals,.
I wake up in am empty room, no doors or windows. The walls are completely blank except for a tiny purple smear in the bottom left corner of the third wall.
I lay here and wonder About you and me If we could ever be some thing more That's not in a dream I lay here and wonder About my family life How most of my family Took a nosedive, instead of...
In isolation Silence..... Looking to myself to find a way Began to vary and sway. As the mind is lost In.... Confusion Constant hunger to strive.
Isolation. White room. Padded doors. Writings on the wall, drawings of a golden moon. Stories of an forbidden island and it's shores. Barred windows. The voice calling from the blackness.
And I think around. In circles. Ever growing. Winding. My thoughts become. Knotted like. A ball of wool. Thrown in a corner. Where the needles clatter. Left to gather dust. Around.
I daydream. In fact I dream in the day more than in my sleep. I just sit and stare. People say its not fair. And when someone wakes me up. In my seat I jump. I don't care where I am or what time it...