I drown my focus to my shoes. Slamming up and down against the pavement, left right,left right,left right. I finally look up,
terror overwhelms my body. I start to shake uncontrollably, walking faster and faster. Trying to get there unnoticed, but I contract a heavy limp. Walking alone,terrified. I arrive at my destination.
My shaking legs are starting to feel to weak
to hold up my sweat covered body.
My head starts to spin when I realize how dangerously fast my heart rate is.
My breathing increases,kind of like a panting dog trying to cool down.
Which is what I need to do, it feels as if my blood is boiling. My mouth as dry as a dessert and my eyes feel like matches in my head.
But instead of feeling better I keep feeling worse. I look around quickly then back at my shoes. Just that slight movement made me feel as if I was going to faint. I look up as I'm called upon, my heart racing faster. I stumble over to the counter. Where my fear looks me strait in the eye. She says how may I help you today. Awkwardly studdering, I state my business and do what needs done.
I then run away, and rush back to my car. My eyes locked to the ground avoiding eye contact with anyone. I reach my car and sit down to slow my heart rate, then race back home. The only place I feel safe.
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
I wanna write a poem that takes your breath away.
I wanna write a song that brings you to tears.
I wanna write a story of our love.
I wanna write something to cause that beautiful smile.
I wanna find the words to describe just how much you mean to me.
I wanna write something you'll cherish.
I wanna write something to bring back those first date butterflies.
I wanna write a poem for your beauty.
I wanna write a song about my happiness.
I wanna write a story of my love towards you.
I wanna write to you,but I can't.
I wanna learn how to write when I'm happy.
Because all I wanna do is write to you.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
A long hesitant breath
A brief moment of eye contact
A soft grin
As hands softly collide
Gently caressing one another
As grins turn to smiles
And eyes of passion
Turn to eyes of seduction
A slow arch of the back
An even slower
Stretch of the neck
A pucker of lips
As the stretch increases
For lips to meet beautifully
And passionately
Hearts sinking
Butterfly wing flapping
Sparks flying
Living in a moment of bliss
Caught in the kiss
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
Depression isn't what you think
It isn't laying in bed crying
Its laying in bed starring,
At the ******* walls
With the same hurt on your mind
But not one tear will fall
Because your to numb
To let anything out
Depression isn't what you think
It isn't something your daily routine
Can get rid of,
Its walking around emotionless,
Like your immune to life.
It's letting the sadness build up,
Not laughing at jokes,
And having to drag yourself
Just to make it through the day.
Depression isn't what you think
It isn't wishing for,
The sadness to end.
Its wishing for your life to end.
Its taking a razor blade,
Across your wrist,
Maybe you're thigh
To numb the pain.
Depression isn't what you think
It isn't talking to your friends,
So they can cheer you up.
It's having no friends,
Because you shut everyone out,
So no one else can hurt you.
It's better to have no one
Then someone that can help.
Depression isn't what you think
It's an emotional shut down
It removes you from life
It eats at your mind
Destroying you mentally,
And physically,
Until there is nothing left.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
If I wrote a poem,
Just to get your attention.
Would it?
If I could find the words,
To define your beauty
And how much I'm attracted...
To you.
Would you appreciate the gesture?
If I wrote about,
How you make me happy...
Would you be happy about it?
If I wrote about never hurting you,
Like some people in your past have done.
Would that change your view on relationships?
If I wrote about the fact,
That I honestly do really like you.
Would you think about it?
If I wrote about,
wanting a chance.
Would you consider giving me one?
If i just let you read this,
Would you reflect on it?
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
We are the poets,
A mass army
Of tortured souls
Writing about our suffering
In hope to gain
peace of mind
When in actuality
The world is our torturer
And we are nothing but the victims
Writing of our experiences,
Putting words together,
Perfectly,
Into a mass
Of meaningless lines
To entertain
The ones who cause
Us to pick up the pen
What is a poet
Without a broken mind
And a damaged heart
Well, nothing but
A horrible writer
attempting to
Rhyme verses
And put together stanzas
In hope to get the
View from the world
A true poet
Is not sane
They have no belief
"Sanity" exists
They are outcasts,
Not normal
to the eyes
Of the world
But a person
More beautiful
on the inside
than a poet,
Does not exist
Poets have been
Driven past
Their breaking point
Pushed until
The damage done
Was far beyond repair
We are the poets
A mass army
Of tortured souls
Fighting a war
Of cruelty
enflicted by
The human heart
Hoping our words
Can bring peace
To the people
Who can't find peace
Within their selves
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
Don't judge me by that
I am not a *** head
But i will smoke on occasion
And i have found out
That in fact **** is my best friend
After one hit,
I'll crack a smile
After the weeks I've been frowning
From this constant depression
After two hits,
Even the commercials on TV make me laugh
When i haven't been able to find humor in anything
After three hits,
I become hungry
Even though i haven't had an appetite
For a very long time
After four hits,
I feel a sudden lightness
Finally relieving me
Of all the sadness and stress weighing me down
After five hits,
I find confidence in myself
And do anything
It feels good to stop hiding behind others
After six hits,
I'll start to sing and dance
And i don't care who sees me
After seven hits,
I feel like superman
Even though my body's always drained
After eight hits,
I realize I'm somebody
Even though the world makes me feel like I'm nobody
After nine hits,
I get a little crazy
And don't care about "following the rules"
After ten hits,
I forget about all the pain
I have in my heart
And after its all gone
I fall asleep quickly
And stay asleep
After being awake for days
So yes,
**** is my best friend.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
I've always been a sucker for love
I always fall fast
And i always fall deep
Maybe its because of my abandonment issues
Maybe its because the people i call family
Just don't know how to show me love
Maybe its because I'm a true romantic
But whatever the reason
Its not a bad thing
Because love is a beautiful thing
In my opinion the most beautiful thing
Going through the countless times
My breath was taken
To all the times
Butterflies bounced off my stomach walls
To the times where
It felt as if my heart fell from my chest
The first time my lover told me
She loves me
To the time when
You realize you're heart
Is their home
When you find
That there is no place to be
But in her arms
From that first awkward kiss
To finding perfection in her lips
From the first
Passionate time you made love
To the next
From the first time
You held her hand
To never wanting her to leave your arms
Love is like oxygen
That's the truth
Love gives you freedom
Love gives you hope
Love gives you determination
Hell, love gives you life
And I Love, Love
Do you?
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
To listen to this thunder with me.
No make-up on, wear one of my
Shirts; leave what's left of
Yesterday's mascara.
I love you more, when you don't.
I need a woman.
I want to smell yesterday on you,
Perhaps your legs should have been
Shaved, but I have an itchy back
I can run across them;
Costs you nothing but a pose.
I need a woman who says "You
Really should not go in there,
Use the sink, I'll do the dishes with
Antibac tomorrow."
I need a human. Not a Victoria's Secrets
Model; someone all blood and bones
And body who puts my hand
Under my shirt,
And says: *"I know you're a poet,
So if I only give you this, you'll still
Find enough in there to keep you
Occupied with a poem about it until
******* is over, and I can give you
The rest..."*
I have a friend who can clear his whole
Restaurant for us.
The fact that you'd rather be here with
Me, on this sofa, makes me wish you were
Real. I need a woman.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
I remember how you
pushed me against the wall
and in a way I would never fall
pressed your body onto mine
Your arms gripped tight like a vine
You closed your eyes
To mask your want in disguise
Then hasted to kiss me
My lips parted as to agree
Your pin so firm,so strong
There was no way I could've escaped even if it felt wrong
But honestly I just wanted that too
My heart beat as if wild animals were at the zoo
It was weird yet right
Unknown and light
Perfect and flawed
Bound to make us awed
Now I hate how it ended
Its not like I wanted
Now I have to bear this feeling
Of something missing
To avoid the temptation
Of your lips filled with flirtation
So cold yet soft
Bow shaped and liked most
I hate how I close my eyes and think of you and what happened
My heart saddened
Knowing I shouldn't and I couldn't do it anymore
Hanging by those word to which you swore.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC