Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Feb 2015 Anon
Brianne Rose
When one stares in the mirror,
Only to see no one looking back,
Do they truly realize,
That no one has ever cared enough about them,
To notice them and give them character.

I am one of these people,
That I will admit,
I sit at the back,
Enjoying the silence,
The lack of eyes upon me.

But when I look in the mirror,
Who stares back?
An empty smile,
upon an equally empty face,
A lack of emotion,
Hidden behind a mask,

A fake smile,
But dead eyes,
A fake laugh,
But no upward tilt of the mouth,

Who stares back...
When you're dead?
Completely Random poem I wrote.
Creation of lack of sleep.
Got me thinking about death.
Criticism Welcome
Created near around 1:00 AM.
East coast USA time.
Enjoy.
 Feb 2015 Anon
Walker
Weightless.
 Feb 2015 Anon
Walker
I looked into your eyes and discovered your life was a lie.
You were more worried about the size of your thighs than being alive.
You told me you wanted to die and every day I asked myself why.
I look at the sky and think to myself could you have come up with better lies?
 Feb 2015 Anon
Wa Wa
headline.
 Feb 2015 Anon
Wa Wa
from the shadows, the attention is deafening.
overwhelming.
suffocating.
in the shadows, the dark is calm,
welcoming,
away from the bright lights.
spotlights are only for those who seek them.
 Feb 2015 Anon
Karen K
So there you go all bug-eyed again
Leaving us wishing you didn't have that friend
& all the broken promises & dreams you've left behind
Have made you cold, distant, and hard to find
You don't know when to stop, you don't even try
It seems your leaving us with a harsh goodbye
 Feb 2015 Anon
authentic
Someone stopped to tell me that I was beautiful today
A complete stranger, someone who crossed my path for a second but decided they could not leave satisfied without spilling out a compliment into my lap
I wasn't sure how to pick it up at first
I smiled and said thank you, combing a piece of hair behind my ear, trying to hide the timidity in my posture
Thank you, to whoever you are
 Feb 2015 Anon
Unknown
Let this be a wake up call for those who still have it,
For so many people take it for granted.

It's there for you every day.
It's there for you even when it's not.
It's a part of almost everything you eat and drink.
It's a part of almost everything you do and make.
It's in your pizza.
It's in your soda.
It's in your charity.
It's in your tears.
It's in your wars.
It's in your blood.
It feeds you.
It fuels you.
It heals you.
It cleans you.

It helps you get through the day.
Day after day.
Week after week.
Month after month.
Year after year.
Some people love it.
Some people like it.
Some people don't notice it.
But all people need it.

And yet many people squander it.
They pollute it.
They abuse it.
They waste it.
They destroy it.
They consume it without even realizing it.
They demand it be there for them all of the time.
They do all of this without ever thinking that one day,
They could reach for it and only find air.
Until that day has come.
Until their bread and water is gone.
And you're left scrambling,
Scared and desperate,
Wondering how long you can manage to survive,
Without your bread and water...
You were my bread and water...
 Feb 2015 Anon
Hayleigh
Untitled
 Feb 2015 Anon
Hayleigh
How many opportunities
Do we miss
Because we're too afraid
To take the risk
Next page