Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Anonymous Oct 2014
I think I'm a ghost sometimes
As if I'm as light as paper
And I just go where the wind blows me;
Sometimes I wish I would disappear
I think that's why I've become so faded
Because if you keep wishing for something hard enough
It can become your reality if you let it
So I let the wish fester beneath my heart
As if It was a bad scab I didn't want to go away
I just kept picking at it and picking it
I nursed it between my rib cage
And my eyes drained of everything familiar to me
I deleted the girl I used to know
Along with all her pages
That were covered in her soul dipped ink
It was red because her veins bled black
And they crept through her body like black shadowed trees
She wished so hard that she would just disappear
Along with everybody she used to know
But sometimes when you poke the beast
All you end up doing is making it angry
Instead of killing it.
Maybe for Halloween this year I'll be a ghost
And I'll stop wanting to disappear
If I see how it feels for a night
Anonymous Oct 2014
I tried to commit suicide
It didn't work (obviously)
This isn't romanticizing death
Though, I don't blame those who do.
Its unfair that you can't take the life
You never asked for.
Anonymous Oct 2014
Sometimes I’m so out of sync with my emotions
That I can’t tell when I’m breaking.
I guess that’s why writing is so important to me,
It’s an indicator of when I’m really falling apart.
Often, I don’t know my genuine thoughts
Till my pen meets my paper.
Anonymous Sep 2014
Change;
Seasons change,
Just like people
I sit outside almost every day
And stare at the sky until it begins to change
Till the moon and the sky are both above the horizon
Until the sun disappears
And the blueness of the sky begins to turn purple
Till the orange glow of the sun is no longer present
And the chill of the night begins to wrap itself around people
Who are beginning to retreat from the pool into their houses
The sky grows dimmer
The stars are out; you can only see them if you're looking hard enough
Somebody once told me that people don't change,
I think they do
I think that everyone has different sides to them.
Like the seasons

I am winter:
I am cold, I am bitter, I make people miss the sun
I am depressing at times like the lack of vitamin D

I am spring:
I am learning to grow just like the flowers,
Sometimes all the hard labor to produce flowers turn out beautifully
But sometimes it's another failure leaving you wondering what mistake you made
I am many failure and still working my way to success

I am summer:
I am hot and sometimes raging
I create fires and sometimes destroy beautiful things
People have a love hate for me

I am fall:
I change like the leaves
Indicating an ending to something beautiful
but a beginning to a new chapter

I often hear people say "people don't change"
But I don't think anyone stays the same
Not yesterday or the day before, we're all constantly changing
Sometimes that's the saddest part about things-
They will never be what they once we're
Or maybe that's the best part,
It just depends on your perspective
Anonymous Aug 2014
She leaves in four days
We have matching friendship bracelets
Along with matching smiles
And the same features
She will soon be 2580 miles from me
Instead of a thin wall between us
There will be a vast ocean
No more drunk poetry
No more sister days
No more door slamming and angry fights
No more home cooked dinners from her
No more library dates
Or our car washes
Just the forced silence of her absence
And an un-empty apartment that feels completely empty
Without my fellow introvert and best friend
And oh how ironic it is
That the emptiness can feel so heavy
Anonymous Aug 2014
All you hopeless romantics will understand one day
That a person you fall in love with will steal your breath away
Faster than your cold hollow casket being lowered into the ground
Faster than death itself
Anonymous Aug 2014
I try to avoid picking up my pen
And scribbling down every thought that comes to mind
It's near impossible
I wish that I didn't think in poetry
That words people speak didn't just linger in the air
I'm so ******* tired of weary eyes and sleepless nights
Because my brain can't stop dreaming up words
I shake myself awake every hour
I know it's not the drugs or the liquor
Because the first thing I grab is my pen
The second be another glass of whiskey
Or coffee to keep my body happy
I don't like the way my brain works
In fact I don't like anything about me
I used to blame my parents for drowning me in disappointment
But I've come to realize that I'm disappointed in myself
And I'm drowning myself with the anchor I tied around my feet
Hoping that this time it'll be heavy enough to keep me down
If not maybe I should wear a noose around my neck
And see if that works better
Next page