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addiction has played my soul along with what ever hope that just drowns me till i just float way down the waterfall. theres nothing left but i cant go threw a day in society with out being on something to take my nerves away. i have so much fear when im in larg crowds. i cnt feel ok cause im afraid of my what will happen to me.  i cant face reality cause im a varry shy person and i have a life of solotude and trust. addiction start to escape for any thing to relive my from the stress of crowds.  i am a scared person.
i cant face people cause i am mess and im kinda crazy but 2:00 am i am thinking of how to avoid any problems just to slip by
addiction to escape societes grip
will you take me home
today
tomorrow
on the weekend

will you take me places
i've never touched

will you take control
push me down
turn me on

will you know what to do
with a girl so young
If you see the beauty in everything
Then you wouldn't view the world so
Dark gray
---

hair as flame
a furnace dream
skin as white
and
rich
as
cream

dress slit
up the side
for show
eyes
as
green
as
peridot

lacquered nails
a ****** red
she grows
on you
until
you're
dead

once she wraps
you in her vine
once your
heart
is so
entwined

she'll make you shake
she'll make you twitch
she'll make you burn
she'll make you itch

once she has
you as her own
she'll wind
her
tendrils
'round
your
bones

no calamine
will assuage
she'll
wind
her
vine
'round
your ribcage

no amount of love
will sate
in the
end
you'll
suffocate

but before that
she'll send a strain
of poison ivy
to your
brain

it will torture
burn like lye
you suffer
hell
and
then
you'll

die


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 4/15/2014
I decided to concentrate
on my music instead

If you wish to read other
poems in this series
See #wicked-women
 Dec 2015 Chalsey Wilder
furies
I know I'm not enough.
I promise, I know. So please,
I'm begging you,
stop reminding me.
I promise, I never forget.
But sometimes I get tired of
being sad, being upset.
I start to hold myself higher,
I let myself get past that roadblock.
But then you drop it suddenly atop me,
and I'm left further down the track than
I ever was before.
I know I'm not enough.
How many times will you remind me?
Her heavenly embrace
that she has enveloped me in,
Her showered love and kisses,
Her consoling and soothing affection,
Thank you mother for your unconditional support !
 Dec 2015 Chalsey Wilder
A Lopez
I wonder
What
Wondering
Will wonder
Of me?
A fun write
We're so many yet so alone,
We live in a prison and call it a home..


Only if I could die, I could be well,
Since over 7 billion people on this planet,
And not even a single has time for me,
What The hell...

whenever I cry, I just have a blanket,
My friends - they're so busy,
I feel like John Cena -
Saying you can't see me..

Somebody has a life to make,
Somebody is busy in the life already made,
And somebody's somebody has problems from me..
That's what the world's population sounds to me!

I want to die,
I want to end my life,
Maybe a dagger, a bottle of pills,
A gun or just the kitchen knife..

Or else,
Maybe this world could be made a better place,
And this Earth can too have better grace...
Where all are the winners of the same race,
Where there's no religion, no gender and no race..

Where the news  isn't flooded with - murders, robberies, corruption, abduction and ****..

Where people love humanity, and equality,
Where people love animals and are against them the cruelty,
Where mother nature is treated with all the novelty..
And where people don't live for money..

And where there is no liquor, no smoking pipe,
All humans, living a peaceful life..

No army - fighting for borders,
No policemen killing innocent 'cause of orders,
No terrorists no racists,
And humanity has no horrors...

I know that world is kinda impossible to create,
But maybe this does happen,
If  a little  step  we  initiate..

We're so many yet so alone,
We live in a  prison and call it a
home..
Please support humanity!
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