Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Nov 2018 Zachery
Melancholic
M
      O
           V
                 E
            
                         O
                             N
                                   ..........................1..........2.........3.........4.......­....
                                                            ­                                                I
          
                                                                ­                      C
                                         ­                A
                            N
T
 Nov 2018 Zachery
Melancholic
Fate
 Nov 2018 Zachery
Melancholic
I keep fighting my fate
And I always
L
O
S
E
This is reality, I'm not going to sugarcoat it
 Nov 2018 Zachery
Melancholic
It doesn't get better
You just learn to live with it
And accept that it has become a part of you
 Nov 2018 Zachery
Dust
You
With your words
The Knife.
You.

Me
Knowing and not knowing,
Afraid and clueless.
Me.

Us
A thing that used to be,
The dust on the mantle.
Us.

We
Will never be the same
The blood that was spilled across the floor.
We.

This crime scene filled with pain and sorrow and regret.  The murderer and the victim one in the same—but also separate.  Two hearts that both dance to the same miserable song.
I don't know why this poem is so popular...  I've done better...
 Nov 2018 Zachery
Melancholic
Broken
 Nov 2018 Zachery
Melancholic
I'm so broken
That even poetry can't soothe my shattered heart
 Oct 2018 Zachery
ClawedBeauty101

•Emotional•
•Messes•
•Of•
•☻Smiles☻•

Fake Smiles...
 Oct 2018 Zachery
Melancholic
Love
 Oct 2018 Zachery
Melancholic
Unrequited love
Will be the death of me
Why is it always unrequited?
How come the feelings are never returned?

I gave my Soul to you
But you choose not to see it
I broke my heart and gave you the pieces
But you flick them away like pieces of glass

Why don’t you see
How much I’m suffering?
Nobody sees my pain
I’m silently suffering

I chase after you
In hopes of you noticing me
But you never do
You never see it

Why is everyone so blind?
I’m standing here with my heart in my hand
Why can’t you see it?
 Oct 2018 Zachery
Dust
Roses
 Oct 2018 Zachery
Dust
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
but according to what I learned in science about how light works...
That's not really true...
You see, when light hits something,
say a leaf, it looks green.
But in reality it's every colour but the one you see.

Roses are green
Violets are green
The amount of vivid colours in this garden made me throw up.

Roses are red,
violets are red,
I lit my garden on fire.

Roses are blue
Violets are red
What are colours again?

Roses are red,
violets are red,
someone killed my cat.

Roses are yellow,
Violets are purple,
I think I might be colourblind.

Roses are grey,
Violets are also grey,
woof.

Roses are dead.
Violets are dead.
I'm a horrible gardener...

My name is Dave,
Roses are Paul,
It hurt my head,
when I walked into that wall.
The poet's guide to weirdly dark roses are red poems.
All of these are 100% original... except for the last one... one of my friends wrote it.
 Oct 2018 Zachery
Dust
No, not now.
 Oct 2018 Zachery
Dust
Emotion surged through me.
It flooded my eyes.

"No."
"Not now."
"I can't deal with you right now."
"I don't have the time or the energy
to deal with you right now."

Like a child, it pokes and prods,
begging, with pleading eyes,
for my attention.

"No."
"Not now."
"Get away from me!"

It tugs at my lower eyelids.
Similar to the way
a child tugs at your shirt
when it wants attention.

I shove it away from me,
"No."
I insist,
"Not now!"
"Leave me..."

I shove it through the doorway
and slam the door behind it.

"...alone!"
I shout as I slam the door.

Slamming my weight
upon the wooden door
to make sure nothing can open it.
I slump down to the floor
before the wooden door.

It twists and turns at the doorknob
but to no avail.
A doorstop,
shaped like
a troubled-minded
human,

slams her weight
onto the wooden board with hinges,
making it pop open
for a fraction of a second
before slamming
back into its socket in the wall.

"I told you to go away!"

It cries out to me.

"No!"

It whines.
I stand up,

"I said..."

I slam my hand onto the door,
It lets out a little whimper
as the door rattles in its place.

"leave..."

I shove my hand,
in a violent motion,
onto the doorknob.

"Me..."

I **** the doorknob
intensely.

"...Alone!"

I shout
as I wham the door open
in a violent fury.

There is nothing there.

"Where'd you go you lil' ****!?"

I stomp one foot
through the doorway
and peek around the hallway.
nothing.

I coolly step
back into the room
and calmly
shut the door.
I turn around.
There It is.
Sitting right there,
Innocently kicking Its legs,
staring me directly in the eyes.

There is no escape
from overwhelming emotion.


The tears pour down my cheeks.
I really like this work.  I don't know if it counts as poety, but I like it nonetheless.
 Oct 2018 Zachery
Dust
I love you.
Platonically of course.
But I love you.

You make
me feel okay
as a whole
not a piece hidden

You don't seem
bothered by
any part my me
even the crazy

My dear friend,
you had better not lie to me.
never.
ever.

Don't hide away
your heart from me.
I want to see
everything.

All the scuffs
all the scars
all the cracks
all the tears

Everything.

I don't care
how dark it gets
I live in darkness,
too, *****.

Don't think for a second
that I'll scare easily
'Your struggles' is not
on my list of phobias.

So please,

Don't hide
from me.
Don't lie
to me.

I don't like fake.
I don't want
to be friends
with a lie.

So please,
Trust me.

it'll be okay.
I won't hurt you.
If I did,
I would hate myself.

You know how I am.
I consider you my best friend, you... half-brit!
You had better believe it.

— The End —