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 Apr 2018 Carina
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I always felt that I belonged in the motherly embrace of words,
twisting and toying with them, until a poem forms - of sorts.

But today. Today I felt a certain sense of fear.
If I'm no longer recognised for my skill with words - my identity which I worked so hard to build,
it will be more than I can bear.
Because it's the only thing keeping me from vanishing into thin air....
I know this is ridiculous after one minor setback - but the fear was certainly there....
 Apr 2018 Carina
Tash Mckay
It was night as I woke to a choking to my throat
To a squeezing to my ribs
Binding my body
Binding my feet
Restricted
Can not move
Struggle for air
A being hanging
With a stare
It did not care
I take a mouth full of air
I'm scared
Then it jumps to attack
I'm fighting on my back
An evil is apon me
I fight for my soul
The darkness to take me
It crushing the air out of me
I prey
I prey
Please leed me to light
As I fight this dark night.
I wake with a scream
A nightmare
A bad dream.
I had a recurring nightmare of being crushed to death bye a black darkness this is it x me writing about is my therapy . Thank god I don't have this nightmare no more x
 Apr 2018 Carina
Mary-Eliz
rainbows and rain
smudged windows on trains
singing and playing
dancing and swaying

forests, woodlands green and lush
passionate scenes that can make one blush

sighing and moaning
forgiving, atoning
heartbreak and sadness
sweetness and gladness

musical notes falling like leaves
swirling round and round autumn trees

seasons and changes
and wide-open ranges
smiles and laughter
the here and the after

skies cloudy, skies clear
tiny sailboats seen from the pier

ocean breeze, crashing waves
undersea caverns and caves
flying and falling
creeping and crawling

creatures that swim in the deep
ones that awake while we sleep

dreaming and hoping
struggling and coping
sun, moon and stars
lands that are far

nightmares, ungodly fears
cold blood, hot sweat, unstoppable tears

lightning and thunder
the above and the under
soaring and hovering
healing, recovering

creeks, lakes and seas
dark prisons without any keys

chains and locks
deep rivers, smooth rocks
reality, fantasy
wanting to flee

we write it all down
we write it all here
it makes us feel better
it makes us feel freer
 Apr 2018 Carina
Sam
In his hand, flowers decay
She'd broke his heart that day
Weeks had past, and nothing changed
Darkness came and swept him away
On that night, he gave his all
From the rooftop, he took a fall
In the moments before the ground
His thoughts of her were so profound
Flowers clutched in his hands
His dreams fell with him
Cutting currents through the stagnant air
His back would meet the pavement and put an end to all the pain
He smiled solemnly, as teardrops filled his eyes
For the note tucked in his pocket
Held his last goodbyes
Not suicidal :) I just write sad stuff.... There is help.
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