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 Aug 2016 bee
elias
Anxiety
 Aug 2016 bee
elias
Anxiety is love's greatest killer.

It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you.

You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
- anaïs Nin
 Aug 2016 bee
y i k e s
Her in Me
 Aug 2016 bee
y i k e s
you often tell me that i remind you of her

the way my mind functions
and the way my words come out
the things i enjoy
and the things i dislike

you often tell me you see her in me

but if that's the case,
why did you choose her over me?
 May 2016 bee
Alvira Perdita
the minutes tick by
as you lie by my side
my thoughts are far
and you are close
save me.
 May 2016 bee
Christina Cox
and then i imagine
when i’m up and
you try to
talk me down

you have so much to live for
you don’t have to tell me that
i know my dreams and goals
the things i’ll never reach

your family loves you
i know they do
of course they do
and they’ll be crushed

you’re talking to a girl
holding on by a thread
crying the ugly cry
just about to try and fly

i’ve created scenes
sounded sirens
stopped the traffic
stepping over the railing

played it back
again
and
again

you have so much to live for
we can get you help
you aren’t alone
your family loves you

it’s nothing new
and something known
just go a little deeper
i don’t even want to do this

but i have to.
 May 2016 bee
marie-laure
it won't stop.
nothing will slow down
i ask for everything to just hang on, hold on a moment
please can you wait
just for a second

nothing ever does

so i pick
pick pick pick
pick pick pick pick pick pick
constantly
over and over and over over and over and over
and over
when that no longer satisfies the compulsion i bite down
longer, harder
until i taste blood

until it's over

at least, for now.

the blood pools at my fingertips
little red wells of humiliation

the pieces of skin collect at my feet
like a scattering of shame
a signpost of the turmoil i cannot contain

the girls around me look me up and down
whisper words of contempt and disgust

"freak"

torn and bitten, i curl into fists

the teachers stare quietly
unable to pass judgement, but the pity smothers me

"disturbed"

the urges are quiet
sated, satisfied

it's done

at least, for now
it's been far too long since my last poem. this one needed to be written. all the love x
 May 2016 bee
DaSH the Hopeful
As talent drained from every inch of my mind
I found reading other's work only made me jealous
                   I started to feel unpopular
          Not enough ideas left to create anything at all. Not a single drop of inspiration.

      As all of theses emotions and realizations mixed together

I became okay with copying your work.

       I can imagine you slaving in the dark
Racking your brain to find the perfect words to finish the last line


       Lucky for me I have it all right here, completed and ready to post
     Finished and polished and prepackaged with a message I didn't think of but everyone will commend me for.




    *I hope you enjoy it.
Not actually plagiarized. Just tired of seeing others plagiarize on here.
 May 2016 bee
Sam
...
 May 2016 bee
Sam
...
I saw a rabbit in an overcoat in the woods

I wonder if he is one of your discarded playthings as well
 May 2016 bee
Lost
Sean
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