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 Dec 2014 -a
fiachra breac
I struggle to breathe when I think about my actions.
I struggle to feel what my heart wants to feel.
I plot my own demise and think how best to word it.
Because sometimes my only gift seems to be my absence.

I give by taking away.
And it cuts me.

They wouldn't really mind - not for long anyway.
It's all just a mist, right? A vapour?
But I've got to get up every morning - regardless of my desires - because I'm still too scared to let go.
And if my gift is Absence, then I pray it happens quickly.
 Dec 2014 -a
Serena martius
Press ******* beneath your ear,
Feel the swift pulse of a lover's kiss,
The devestated trickle of a meandering tear,
The muted thump that accompanies a crinkled eye
And the halted thud, seized by fear.
Feel your heart steadily beating.
This is it:
Living.
Whenever I feel useless I just think of my heart always beating, desperately trying to keep me working and it makes me think that atleast something thinks I'm worth being alive.
 Dec 2014 -a
Andrew Switzer
Sunk
 Dec 2014 -a
Andrew Switzer
I came on too strong,
and I rubbed your soul wrong.
Now I'm strung along
by a silent, unloved song.
 Dec 2014 -a
Miriam
it scares me how lonely i can be
how i will do anything, anything, anything
just to feel affection
just to feel like i belong
to feel like i am worthy of love

because lately i have been bleeding and needing You
but i look for love in all the wrong places

my heart is stitched on my sleeve
but nobody ever looks at me
i want to shine brighter than the sun
but my fears dim my light into a mere shadow

i'm sick of wanting
of desiring something that cannot be

is this it for me?
is this all?
why has life been so cruel?
im scared of my heart
 Dec 2014 -a
Brent
BC
 Dec 2014 -a
Brent
BC
I want to know the reasons you smile, frown, cry, smirk.
The reasons your eyebrows curve, your forehead wrinkles.
The reasons you're happy, sad, angry, grumpy, bored, sleepy.

But you don't want me to.
 Dec 2014 -a
Jerry
Incomplete
 Dec 2014 -a
Jerry
An incomplete soul.
Searching & Searching.
Can never be whole.

An incomplete soul.
Seemingly, missing  pieces.
It's hard to know.

All required parts
locked into place.
With emptiness in my heart.

An incomplete soul
Always longing,
Always wanting,
Never consoled.

Smiles are heavy.
Never knowing how
to break through the levy

A dark black hole.
Always melancholy
My incomplete soul.
People sense my loathing id.
 Dec 2014 -a
Michael Humbert
(n.)*: the act of inevitably setting flame to every new city you build, because starting over is easier than maintaining
 Dec 2014 -a
Katie Worden
Mirror
 Dec 2014 -a
Katie Worden
I watch my hands
Destroying that mirror
And I finally understand
That I am a killer

Not only is the mirror breaking
But I am too
And I know that I am hating
The one staring back through

Nobody can hate me
As much as I do
Now you can see
What has been hidden from you

People say they love me
But they love the fact that they aren't alone
Would they live on in glee
If all that was left of me was my bones

I know I have nobody
And I guess I don't care
I've never lived comfortably
Only in despair

So this is the end
Of this mirror of mine
No more time to pretend
This is the end of my line
 Dec 2014 -a
Ember Evanescent
I know it's not true, but I just feel like there are no guys who look at a girl and fall in love with her soul before loving her body as well. It's always vice versa and often times they never even get past the first step and never love their soul.
There is nothing wrong with ***, it's perfectly natural I'm just saying, it has become the goal when searching for a significant other, and it breaks my heart. I would love a man even if I could never have *** with him due to a disorder or medical problem or whatever if I loved his soul, I'm not saying I would be thrilled about it, never having the opportunity to have children or anything, but if I really loved him, I would. And even though I know it is not necessarily true it just feels like no man would love a woman who he could never be intimate with even if he loved her soul.  

I'm getting sick of the only compliment any woman ever receives being "you're pretty" referring to her looks. Mainly because I am not even that.

Oh, and to be clear, I DO recognize women do this as well, they only judge based on looks and stuff and I acknowledge that, not trying to be sexist I'm sorry if I have offended anyone, I'm just in a  mood right now and need to express it.
 Dec 2014 -a
mike dm
I give zero ***** anymore.
I have no more ***** to give.
I'm totally absolutely incontrovertibly
fresh out of *****.
My supply of *****
is completely out -- see??
[cupboard door swings open
Only to reveal
a fuckless cupboard]

Even the **** Store is out of *****.
I called them just now,
The guy on the phone said he was
Fresh out --
He told me:
The production and manufacturing
Of ***** has been outsourced
To Shenzhen China,
And the workers are striking
Because they are getting paid
Fifteen cents an hour to produce
6 ***** a second --
Which is inhumane and just wrong.


I asked him why they didn't pay better --
He said, ***** if I know! Like I said,
I'm fresh out of ***** to give
So who gives a ****?
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