The world is falling
Tumbling into nothing
A deep dark daunting nothing
Fear grips it's icy claws into my shoulders
It's biting brisk breath buzzes in my ear
Unheard over the paralyzing piercing pounding of my heart
I am drowning in dread
Unable to see help through the cacophonous crashing waves
The tenacious tempestuous typhoon plunging me into the obscurity.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
Tied to my arms are strings
so thin they're almost invisible
almost but
if you look hard you will see
the silvery strands cutting off circulation
stretching up toward the sky
toward their holder
if you look even harder you will see
the puppeteer
grinning wildly at me
knowing I am forever trapped
because how can you escape a cell
you don't know is there
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
I try to hold on
To anything I can
but it's no use I'm already gone
stuck on the thought I'll always be less than
I'm drowning in my own mind
engulfed by the waves
brain taken over by the role I've been assigned
bowing down to stereotypes; to whom we're all slaves
Plastering a fake smile on my fake face
everything is plastic, cold to the touch
it's my personality I continue to deface
I'm coming to terms with the fact that I'll never be much
I am not me
I'm an alien
I'm not even sure what is a reality
Who I am is simply an alias
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
She is pretty, and all the guys say she's cute
Her story screams through the paper, while mine is mute
I'm average, people walk past without a word
She is loud, everyone listens, and she is always heard
I am funny, in a mediocre way
She lights up the room, makes people throw their heads back and laugh, you should be a comedian they say
She has a way with words, she's witty and smart
I can't express what I'm feeling, every emotion captured in my heart
She easily charms, and people fall in love
I am the one friends can easily dispose of
She looks in the mirror and smiles with joy
I don't even bother, in fear of the ego I'd further destroy
She is the me
I wish to be
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 1:42 PM UTC
It's orange flames; burning heat everytime I speak
It's a gnawing feeling, eating away at my very being
It's a flash of light so very bright like a deer in headlights
It's words on my tongue waiting to be sprung and dance toward your ear
I'm biting my tongue; wanting to tell; afraid that you will judge
Because even if you say it's fine, and you don't care at all
I have this fear you will no longer think of me the same
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC
it's that feeling
when you want to talk
but don't know what to say
when you want to cry
but are scared someone will hear you
when you wish somebody would listen
and not just pretend they care
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
I sat there on a rock
my back aching from the lack of support
staring at the lake
the trees in the distance
and their reflections in the water
the pastel pink sky also mirrored in the water
like the lake was trying to imitate its perfection
making it impossible to tell reality from reflection
truth from a lie
the view so scenic
something you only saw as a screen saver
if I could paint it I would
but instead, I paint with words
stroking my brush
creating smooth lines on a paper
trying in vain to remake
the cloudless sky
bright golden sun peeking up behind the firs
ripples on the water's glassy smooth surface
and the small imperfection
sitting on a rock
back aching from lack of support
taking it all in
the perfect sunrise she'd never be
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC
The crisp morning air
not only smells of freedom
but tastes of happiness
the crunching of leaves beneath your ***** boots
the tired fogginess in your brain
the sticky remain of bug spray on your skin
your hair, ruffled from the night of restless sleep
the aching of days of hiking in your joints
the soreness of your throat, from days of singing and laughing
none of it matters
because here
in this woods
you are far away from your problems
you are free
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 9:08 AM UTC
I wrap my arms around myself
a sad attempt to keep all my pieces together
to not split down the middle
and tear at the edges
to not fall down
in this world
waiting to rip me apart
and scatter my pieces in the wind
I paste a smile on my face
and clumsily glue myself together
hoping it'll hold long enough
but when it finally gives out
I don't know what i'll do
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC
there's this girl
she's standing on her balcony
staring at the rain
it's coming down strong
weighing down leaves
and striking the ground, each drop like a little bomb
she puts the hood of her pink jacket on
trying to protect her hair
but the split brown ends dangle out
and curl as they get soaked
she lifts her face up to the sky
feeling the cold drops on her face
and stuffs her hands in her pockets,
a lasting attempt to keep them warm
now completely soaked, she stares at the fogged up city, before walking inside
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC