WRITE ON
SPEAK OUT
Midnight conversations at the end of the world
By
Noah M
AGE
18
let the poet out more, noah
let him breathe
Omg, that metaphor is so powerful Jess
In all honesty I'll try my best 💖
I thought it would be useful
The potential is overwhelming
It makes me feel like drowning
The streets are flushed in floods
like our red cheeks full of blood
Outside, I know it's cold
so I stay in here, growing old
and since the world goes on without me
what does that say about me?
I try to save the world, to find my way
but I can hardly make it through the day
who are you without me?
you never care for what I need
I'm caught up in your butterfly pashes
like a dust bunny in my lashes
Lipstick smears, big red dashes
time will leave us to the ashes
Would you ever care for what I see?
do you ever stare into a black sea
and watch in despair as the world bleeds
when all is red and fiery
yours is the place where I'll be
The world's not over, it isn't, it's not
then why are the capitals covered in rot
diplomatic heretics lost the plot
stole the land, banned the pot
But it's still not over, it isn't, it's not
I'm tired of optimistic nihilism
I'm tired I'm locked up in this schism
there's no escaping this prison system
I'm not finished until I've finished my sentence
I'm one word away from a massive decision
Go change the world, it's our one mission
I have to agree, but is that all you've got?
The world's not over, it isn't, it's not.