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I think
all works of art
at their best
when they reach
their purpose
without setting a goal.
Such a stressful word,
A word that many have heard,
And many have not.

A disorder that gives you no sleep at all,
Spending the night staring at your bedroom wall.
You keep taking pills,
Hoping to get some sleep,
You feel everything going downhill,
But you still try to count sheep.

The next day, your still tired,
But you have done everything you could.
Some don’t tell anyone,
Cuz they don’t want to ‘ruin their reputation’.
They keep it a secret,
Try every possible treatment.

Others are seeking for help,
Following the doctor’s instructions step by step.
Resolving,
Their problems.

A few,
Do nothing at all.
Think, ‘It will go away soon’

Every day, and every night,
People’s futures shine so bright.
Lack of sleep, lack of rest,
Causing each other to stress.
If you have any problems,
Tell multiple people, tell humanity,
And you'll become very lucky.
Thank you for reading, I am done.
 Feb 23 UriahHeep
Mark Bell
You’ve twisted
My mind
To a point
That I’m blind
Manipulated
Cajoled
In playing
Your role.
Im battered
And torn
Wishing you
We’re never born,
The love of my life
A nasty witch
Can’t wait to
Bury her in a ditch.
 Feb 22 UriahHeep
Ugo Victor
I can't sleep
Everytime I remember your words
They snap and recoil
And hurt me awake
Next time when someone
Promises me forever
I'll just smile
Look them in the eyes and ask
How long is forever to you.
He’s no longer responding
It’s perplexing
Because no one knows why
Yesterday he was doing just fine
And in this room it’s frightening quite
Because everyone knows he’s about to die
His mother angrily yells at the doctor
While she stands over his bed
Why! Why!
My baby
This is my son
And he’s not going to die
Devante Devante
I can hear her repeating my name
But the sounds of the world has finally gone mute
And the lights of the room ceiling
Slowly
Fade to black
And if you crying over my shoulder right now
I’m sorry
I tried to fight it
But I just couldn’t fight my way back
I was to lost
Let myself be overcome with pain and misery
Unhappiness was my purgatory
But at what cost
My life
Yes my life
I gave it away
I’d do anything just to feel a little less
It’s why I injected myself
With an illegal amount
Of morphine
 Feb 22 UriahHeep
Meera
I don’t want your fingers to bleed
while holding the pieces of my broken heart

I don’t want your eyes to cry
for the pain that lives inside me

I don't want your tounge to taste blood
each time it whispers my name

I don’t your hands to shiver
while reaching for my cold soul

I don’t want you to suffocate
while drawing air to my lungs

I don’t want you to consume
the venom that flows inside my veins

I don’t want you to break down
in the process of healing me

So I’ll love you but only from a safe distance
Knowing that we don’t belong to each other
I’ll always love you
But will never show it
i think it's better this way
 Feb 22 UriahHeep
Eyla
most people see me as
a happy person because
i laugh easily,
i smile a lot,
i joke a lot.

but deep down
in my heart,
i am fragile,
i can get hurt easily,
but i choose to not
show it to the world.

instead of being sad,
i choose to laugh to cover it.
maybe you can call me
"the queen of the mask"

by this,
you can tell
that most of the time
when I'm laughing,
I'm not really laughing,
i was trying so hard to hide
my sadness.
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