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Oh, how I love to
            light you up
       Watch you slowly burn
            Writhing
       between my finger
I know my love for you
         is slowly killing me
     But I enjoy watching you suffer
                    Filling my lungs
             Watching the smoky
      Leftovers of your soul
Float into the air
         I breathe you in so deeply
               Deep inside me
     Then slowly let you out
             Over and Over
        I created you
              I've made you who you are
Then I devour you
        Oh, how I love the taste of you
     The scent of you
                The fact that you're bad for me
         Just makes you all the more enticing
       Like life and everything
                 If you were good for me
          You wouldn't be so **addicting
*shrugs*
What can I say?
I'm addicting to smoking cigarettes, i wrote this in the amount of time it takes to smoke one.  Smokers will understand.  :)
  Jun 2014 Amanda O'Brien
Namir
With all the people all around
Friends are the ones to be found
The ones that have your back forever
The ones who say you're stuck together

Friends who are true, trusting,and kind
The ones who know the dark in your mind
But what do they care, their demons play too
To let you know they're there for you

People always come and go
Lovers, family, and acquaintances you know
But real friends are here to stay
Cause they are as weird as you anyway.

Best, boy, girl, or close,
The prefix of friends doesn't matter much for most
A friend is a friend that's all that matters
We stay together, like the the March Hare, and the Mad Hatter.
Just a quick poem I thought of when thinking of my Best Friend Through The Ages.
  Jun 2014 Amanda O'Brien
Hannah Giles
You listen to all the empty promises that it will all be over soon
And tell yourself for the very last time that fairy tale will never come true
You’ve waited all your life, tried to give the world your best
But now the time is finally here, you will get your peaceful rest
A crimson drop, you watch it fall as blade pierces skin
Then one by one you lose the sun and darkness closes in
You start to panic, just for a moment, worry it’s a hasty thing you’ve done
But then your mind reminds your heart that the battle’s already been won
Soon fear will loosen it’s grip, you won’t feel the sharp sting of shame
The relief you crave is almost here and your past the point of pain
Your mother walks in sixty seconds too late, too shocked to even cry
With the last of your breath and as your welcome to death, you whisper to her “Goodbye.”

-h.n.g
  Jun 2014 Amanda O'Brien
Just Melz
The blood that bleeds
It bleeds and leaks
Emotions pour out
Releases the doubt
Down your arm
Its calling out
That shiny blade
It screams and screams
LET ME OUT
Your cares and dreams
Wanna shout
Take me out
Push me in
Deeper and deeper
Your getting weaker
You can't refuse
Nothing to lose
Emotions drain
With every slice
Feeling alive
For that pain
You can't deprive
And when it dries
You cry and cry
You see that blade
Calling out
CUT THE PAIN AWAY
Just breakout
Checkout of life
Slice to bleed
Bleed to slice
Roll the dice
Take a chance
Stop the pain
Of sharp romance
Another way
Not today
Its no coincidence
Its confidence
Believe
Not in a crisp blade
In chances and life
DROP THE KNIFE
Its not your friend
This is the beginning
That's the end
Sometimes I sit in my room and try to cry quietly.
Because that way no one will hear me.
I try to be silent with my tears,
because someone knowing how weak I am seems to be my biggest fear.
But there's also a part of me that wishes they would.
Then maybe someone would care, and help, and make me feel understood.
But since that's so unlikely,
I'll keeping crying quietly,
Hoping no one will notice me.
  Jun 2014 Amanda O'Brien
Dia
Does anyone notice that I don't really have headaches? That I just blindly take these pills, wondering, as they slide down my throat, if they can possibly numb this dull pain inside my chest?

Why is it even possible to be this unhappy? I don't think I've ever cried so many times a day; so many days in a row. My eyes are never dry anymore—I'm always on the verge of bursting into tears. Meanwhile, the teachers think I'm wearing sunglasses indoors just to be rebellious.

It's a terrible feeling when you greet your parents and your mother ignores you. It's also a terrible feeling when you come home from hell (read: school) and she looks at you in disgust and even ignores your friend's "hello", forcing you to explain that it's not you she hates, it's me. I'm sorry. All this because you made one mistake. I should have died at birth. I wish I had. Perhaps then, I wouldn't be such a disappointment to everyone I come in contact with.

Would it really be so bad if I killed myself? The thing is, I would make an effort to stay alive, but I'm just so ******* tired. I'm tired of all these tears, letting everyone down, being so insecure, being treated like complete **** and then being expected not to be fazed by it. I'm just ******* tired. I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired. And I'm hurt.

Suicide could be the answer if I let it be. I just want peace.
Bunch of thoughts swirling in my head. Needed to get some of them out.

— The End —