let me out! she said for once
but the tides pushed to her brinks
the waves drew her back into the depths.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
Body is a house
Where something has lived before
A stove that once burned fire
Can't find a spark no more
A place once of comfort
Not a thing to find
The inhabitants long moved out
They crowd the shattered mind
The windows fogged and blurry
Have no point in searching through
Rooms have no purpose
No one had a clue
The walls are scarred and broken
Through war this house has been
Neighbors have distanced the abandoned house
It's emptiness showing outside in.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC
A ****** battle fought
Between the constant fog
And the blinding light
A voice saying
"Join the dark side"
Another
"Come towards the white"
The warrior has no fight.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
it's funny how much my anxiety
causes fear for my life
but then
gives me so many reasons
to end it all.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC
Alone in a room
A comforting thought.
When outside open, flailing
It is the only thing you want.
But when inside the covers
You feel only dread.
Taunting thoughts tease
Dancing in your head.
You jump back in the waters
Helpless and Scared.
Imaginary sharks nip at your organs
You feel a pierce at every glare.
The pain is never temporary
It follows in your sleep.
Every breathe you take
Is a hopeless cry, a never ending weep.
You eat peoples words
A poison sent from hell.
Digestions through intestines
Another soul to sell.
Alone, away, together
With this new order
You never want to feel
As a person in disorder.
-e.m
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 4:15 PM UTC
pressure first starts
bellowing through your brain
your feelings dart
through personal shame
you feel like a failure
nothing ever good
"what's your name again"
remember me? nobody would
you can't see light
no happiness, more stress
fear is always flight
a punishment none the less
sinking deeper in the hole
a person as it seems
not a glimmer from the top
nor a hope when it gleams.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC
Highschool! Supposingly the “time of our lives” or where a study guide is more important than our mental state of being! It’s also the only place where you write thousand of definitions every year, but you can’t even define your self worth. Where you solve millions of equations, but you can’t even add up your life value. Solve for your life, school-health(life)= future. The definitive times of our lives are turning into the worst. Balancing your social wellbeing with the hell of being popular and skinny, even starving yourself for days because the queen bee bought herself the newest style, and it’s a size too small. Subtracting the calories from the equation of wanting to binge your heart out while cramming for the test of flirting with that new boy after school. Adding the new dress, new heels, and new personality to your already masked appearance because the party you got invited to is where the “prettiest” of girls add up your self worth for you solving for the simplest equation. Makeup(Skinny)(Big Butt)(Tall)= PRETTY. The word everyone seems to have a definition for except you. A word that could try to define your schooling career, but you can’t find the correct sources. Then theres the nights where you stay up until the early dawn, sobbing yourself to sleep because you can’t remember how to do so on your own. The definition of sleep : A natural periodic state of rest for the mind and body. But who remembers that? How am I supposed to solve the equation of rest? These definitions make up your state of being, piercing to your brain like clothing labels, being ripped off when they are no longer needed. The equations make up your body, or what's naturally left of it. Memorizing everything a person says about you, adding up the looks you get in the hallways rushing to class, reading the syllabus to everyone’s expectations for you. Expectations. Expectations. EXPECTATIONS. They come as blurs, never specific or clear enough. They shove through your tired brain and ram your esteem up walls. The perfect image of a student and friend and girlfriend and PERSON. Applications come out, every question answered honestly, truthfully, a reflection of SELF. Self? Can you use that word in a sentence? Is there a way to solve it? You’ve thrown out the files to your internal layers, not seeming important enough to pass the next big history test or worthy of the SAT prep due in a week. You can’t pass the exam in your mind testing on the ability to stay sane and make it into the college in your brain because it’s been shut down due to: inclement conditions. Add up all of this and you get the equation of highschool and equation to pass the social barrier. Congradulations! You’ve graduated someones judgement of your self worth and now you have to define it on your own.
Self (n:) a person's essential being that distinguishes them from others.
Distinguish from others. Different? NO! Suspension has kicked you out of the brain and difference is a TOTAL reputation ruiner. You’ve spent your entire life hypothesizing the idea of NORMAL. Different is an old definition with a new sound, wanting to be sweet and free. But in reality locked in a detention classroom, waiting for it to be used openly. It’s like this: run multiple copies of the same person on the copy machine and then paste them around the school with imitating personalities and similar words. The word different doesn’t apply to this equation.
Can you even use it in a sentence?
Can I even be used in a sentence?
-e.m
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
How am I supposed to breath when you are barely doing the same.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC