Kennedy Reyanne
Kennedy Reyanne
Nov 29, 2012      Nov 30, 2012

I'm underground,
beneath the dirt.
And all the roots
from all the trees
grown downward past my head.

If I tied them into nooses,
would they bury me faster?

The flowers bloom;
I can smell their sweetness
leak like gasoline
between the blades of grass,
behind the ladybug's wings.

If I tossed a match,
would I burn faster?

I can feel the worms
burrowing;
they are wriggling
around my arms
and up my wrists.

If they could bite,
would I bleed faster?

I'm the dirt,
I smell like soil.
I break the seed
so the plants can grow.
I drink the water
the grass doesn't need.

If I break myself
and refuse to drink,
will I wither faster?

Or at all?

*A beautiful withered soul*.
zaRaCarLyle
zaRaCarLyle
May 16, 2013

Hungry,        wolves roaming the streets.
            Broken,         abandoned taken into captivation.
     Hurt,          fear of the unseen unheard.

Soon to be of the infinitely kindred.

            I,          lonely to be as a lighthouse.
Alone,          a person who has no one.

A butterfly without wings;
A beautiful withered soul.

Violet Anata
Violet Anata
Apr 30, 2013

Sometimes I think you would be better off without me by your side.
I picture other smiling faces by your side.
I believe you would be better off without me.

I fear I bring you too much pain and frustration.
I think it's time to let you go so you can be happier.
I will only bring you down with me.

I've thought before that without you, I would have no reason to walk this earth.
But lately, I feel as though, the world would be better off without me.
You will be so much better off without me.

You helped me while you could.
But now I'm drowning and no one can save me.
Or maybe I just don't want to be saved.

I feel lonelier than ever tonight.
I feel obsolete.
And now I will go and let you be happy.

beauty in withered hands
L B
Sep 5, 2012

beauty in withered hands
soul shines in wrinkled skin
lines and folds
a lifetime unfolds
a man a woman aged and gray
a heart full of memories
many stories of old
whisper in weathered faces
spirit soft in silver patina
not loud in vivid shades
a shadow across life's path
a mystery dwells within
behold in faded eyes
a light inside
a garden of faded roses
souls closer to heaven
unfurl sweeter petals
nearer to God

by l. b.
sept 2012

Please come back my withered heart.
Josef Wilhelm
Josef Wilhelm
Jan 13, 2012

Please come back my withered heart.
I fear we deeply grow apart.
No one wants us for we don't try.
We're all alone and don't know why.
If I lose you I'll disappear.
My happiness will turn to fear.
Please ignite my heart of flame.
For going out is mine to blame.
She must help me because I cannot.
Her shining smile hits the spot.
My heart now begins to bloom.
And all she's done is enter the room.
She is my torch that lights the way.
With me I wish she'd always stay.
Hold me, embrace me, and never let go.
For my heart feels cold as a winters snow.
Melt me, defrost me, keep me warm.
Replenish my faith for I am worn.
Gather your love it must be ready.
Brace yourself you must be steady.
For my withered heart is now in bloom.
The sunlight it wants is  from only you.

Traveler
Traveler
Dec 27, 2013

Wisdom emerges, compassion transcends
Logic refuses to accept there's an end
Life seeks meaning, people seek love
It's all the way down and all the way up
Reason stirs the ocean, imagination surpasses the sky
Yet no one really knows if these senses lie...

Subjectively speaking of course!

As a tree has ripened  inside me
Twigs of fatigue
That are soulless
Raw and released
My hands are oppressed
My reasoning is heavy
I'm aware that I'm,  ready to succumb

Roses withered, ages gone
CA Guilfoyle
CA Guilfoyle
Nov 24, 2012      Nov 24, 2012

Water trickling, grooved patterns of bark
darkening drinking up
Bright yellow creeping
maple leaves losing green
fallen or hanging on

A wind gust
little rush of swirls
tiny leaves come to rest -
wakes the nightjar
from her evening nest

Wet wings, flickers fly
stellar jay looks on,
Roses withered, ages gone
petals on the
ground

Siren Corpse
Siren Corpse
Jan 25      Jan 26

It's just a tease
It's just a joke
I'm sure that she
Can take much more

'Twas just the cat
'Twas just the diet
'Twas just the meds
That kept her quiet

Help her soul
Her soul is fine
But save her mind
From what's behind

Thunderstorms and razors
Linger in mind
"I'm fat , stupid and weird"
Is what's behind

So the purging came
Like a knight in shining armor
And the freeing of pain
Came running through her veins

And all she ever needed
From all of these madnesses
Was the thought of silence
Being only a cut away

Because It was just your tease
And It was just your joke
That made her think
Happiness is just a hoax

Bullying isn't funny.
#cutting   #sad   #depression   #death   #depressed   #dead   #stupid   #time   #self-harm   #me   #kill   #anorexia   #bulimia   #sorry   #suck   #bullying   #kid   #killme   #ew  
Alas it has withered
Brendan Thomas

A rift between the two
Now unsure what to do

They once had love
Alas it has withered

No more fruit will it bear
It's vine has decayed

New seeds will they plant
In a hope beyond hope

That their vine will regrow

 
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