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Jack Jun 2022
I thought life would be,
Meaningless,
I started to lose my mind,
Suddenly I looked up to the sky,
Stars shine through darkest night,
Yield the brightened light,
Oblivion shattered,
Upon reach utopia state of mind
Dakota Feb 2022
War
War
How it rattles
You always ask

Monsters behind lines
Everybody is a casualty
Nobody is the same

Fighting over what’s wrong
In the most of the battle
Guns roaring
Helicopters patrolling
Tomorrow’s children shipped over still

Everybody knows
All the ways
Children play war
How fun it is

Only veterans know
The real struggle
Hiding in the bushes
Entire platoons down
Running in the jungle
influenced by photos of the Vietnam War
CC BY-NC-ND
Kenedie May 2020
No one knows.

They never will.

They laugh at me and taunt me,

cal me names, bully me.

The thoughts are getting louder,

my sanity growing thinner.

Flashbacks become daily visions,

and dreams are thrown away.

Dreams come true,

but one will have to end in rue.

And though before the rainbow comes the rain,

there will also be that storm so vain.

And others hear but do not listen,

as the story goes.

But only a true listener,

knows this poem like I know.
Don't say you understand the pain, when really you don't even feel a pinch
ALC Jan 2019
I cannot run away from you
You're running straight into my heart
This pain is subsiding so slowly.
I can't breath this last breath
I can't weep this last tear,
You're everything I've ever feared.

When I think about those thoughts, I see nothing but fear,
I see nothing but you,
I feel nothing but a tear,
I  feel nothing but the perplexing pounding in my chest, my heart.
I do nothing but breath my silent breaths
Slowly, painfully, slowly, calmly, slowly.

I do nothing but hear the sweet clicks coming to me slowly,
I do nothing but it rises in me; the fear,
I do nothing but it comes more hastily; my breath,
I do nothing but feel so happy; it's you,
I do nothing but it pounds more rapidly; my heart,
I do nothing but they begin to appear; the tears.

I'd do anything to keep these tears,
I'd do anything to make you move more hastily; you're to slow,
I'd do anything to keep this uncontrollable heart,
I'd do anything to keep my hated fear,
To get rid of them would mean to get rid of you.
I'd do anything to keep these trembling breaths.

I want to feel your breath,
I want to wipe away your tears,
I want to be to close to you,
I'd stop being to slow,
I want to take away your fear,
I want to calm your beating heart.

They could be one; our hearts,
It could be ours; each breathe
We could tame it; our fear
They could vanish; our tears
Together we could be to slow
It could be us; me and you.

I love this world of fears and tears
I love the beating of slow hearts
I love the feeling of your breathing
This is a poem I wrote in 9th grade. Well before what I knew what it was like to love another person or before I had ever had a serious relationship. I rewrote this straight exactly the way I did when I was in 9th grade, mistakes and all. I can't quite remember what I was feeling or what caused me to write this emotional piece. Even with all its flaws it hold some hidden message to me I haven't been able to decipher.
Javi Claycombe Apr 2018
Today was the worst day of my life
Was I always destined for a life like this
The days are stirring, wildly unpredictable
Best part is, I get to do it all over again
Day after day it never seems to end
Of course, I never thought life could be this
My heart races with tomorrow coming soon
Life is short and this is the life I live
It's very common for many of us to get caught up in the stresses of life. We obsesse over the boring routine of everyday life and worry about what challenges might be thrown our way. A life that's constantly lived like that can be brutally overwhelming.

Life is short so you should try to enjoy it as much as possible.

Sometimes all you need is a new perspective.
Tiffany Scicluna Jan 2018
Round & round
In circles I go
An Endless cycle
That finally was gone.

After that,
What is there left,
Just an empty bottle.

A few dropplets,
Are only left,
Remains of what was,
And no clue of what will be.
gray rain Jul 2016
What Is this?
I didn't even say goodbye
I never wanted you to leave
I never wanted to let go
but you'll live on in memor**y
xenaphobic Jul 2016
Interested?
Like you were in her
Only...only you said you never could be
Violent
Everyone lies I guess
Do you remember?
You promised you would
Outsider to our own relationship
Understand?
Any comments, criticisms, or critiques appreciated.
gray rain May 2016
I live trying to not
exhaust myself by
keeping up. But trying
not to fall behind
as that can be just as bad.
Just sticking
to the middle and
remaining there.
Average. Inbetween
the top
and the bottom.
Unseen and overlooked.
gray rain May 2016
For a long time
I wanted to tell you
but I seem to miss
every opportunity
to tell you this
and every time I see
you I want to
tell you.
But I can't.
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