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 Jul 2013 Brett
babydulle
I am in a *******
I know what you’re thinking
‘Really? You? Standards must be sinking’
But you see
My lovers guard me, they are my protection
On my left is Anxiety
And on my right is Depression
They both think I am…smoking hot
Like I am something worth fighting over
Both claiming my thoughts as belonging to them each
As though everything I learn is all what they teach
Depression likes to mess with my body as well as my thoughts
Running its sharp and callous hands over the flesh of my limbs believing I get pleasure from its touch
While Anxiety gnaws at my wrists like a rubber band ping, ping, pinging
As though I don’t have better things to do like living.
Three is a crowd
And we have tried breaking up
But Anxiety is clingy
And even when I change the locks it still manages to nit-pick its way back inside
Depression is so addictive and likes to hug
Wraps its arms around me and even when I cover my ears
I still hear it whisper it look what you’ve done
D and A are similar in ways
They both like to put me down, tell me I’m not good enough
And then hold me until I believe they have me picked me up
And saved me from killing this part of the trilogy
I am the last part
I am so far unwritten
The last piece of the puzzle
That makes up the picture
Of a self-destructive girl
In the midst of something she can’t understand
She has a nice smile though and a good heart
But the lovers are not attracted to that
Though they don’t mind ripping them apart
Until her lips are too battered to smile anymore
The ***** that once pumped double time is so unsure
Of itself it finds it difficult to even try
You know what, **** it
I can do this
I will break up with them
They have done this to hundreds of people before
And they’ll do it again
This is not right
This is not how I should be treated
I am a strong independent woman
I will not be defeated.
To Anxiety and Depression, you’re not getting custody
Not of this mind and not of this body
I am not letting you through the gate anymore
I will buy stronger locks
And not let you in even if you politely knock
There is no home here for you
You go hand in hand
Like young naïve lovers
Straggling for attention
Even under the covers
I will not call you again
We once were lovers but you were never my friends.
 Jun 2013 Brett
Roseanna H
And you reached into me with your greedy hands,
so much so that I wasn't sure where your fingers ended and my skin began
So much so that I mistook your livid pulse for mine.

And I thought I was breathing in burning air,
and the world turned cold and you didn't care
And I saw hell in your eyes..
but you were dressed in God's robes...

I saw hell in your eyes..
but it was too late to let go.
 Jun 2013 Brett
Micheal Wolf
What if we all woke up tomorrow a timezone at a time
We found no armies were fighting and laughter filled the day
A Muslim drinking coffee, playing chess with his friend the Jew
Christians praying quietly whilst bhudists chant their tune
Politicians talking, instead of scoring points
Feeding those in hunger without plying for their oil
Monsanto going organic, the GM food all gone
No
So what if one tomorrow that all came to pass
A utopia of selflesness, mankind's left its rotten past
Well no time soon, or in my life are we likely to get there
We wake each day to see what our fellow men have wrecked
So close your eyes really tight, try to see its worth
Of helping not destroying our over mortgaged Earth
I hope I'm not the only one who wants a world of peace
Without the hurt the pain the fear that only MAN creates
 Jun 2013 Brett
apathy
invisible
 Jun 2013 Brett
apathy
wherever i go i feel like a ghost
lost, hopeless, out of place
i run home with tears streaming down my face
no one ever sees my pain

i walk up to  my friends unnoticed,
its like i don't even belong,
am i a ghost to them?

taking all my frustration out,
slamming the basketball down on the ground
so hard it goes flying
it makes me remember, its only the beginning
i'm going to be alone,left out and unaccepted much more

why can't anyone see me?
when will i be noticed by the people i need?

my friend thinks i'm a ghost too
she can't listen when i need her to
she was all i had left
and she left me

i have no patience left
no one can see me,
no one will ever see me again
i'm just the 15 year old ghost with no friends
 Jun 2013 Brett
apathy
mom, dad,
did you realize what this would do to us?
how, we will never be the same,
because your divorced

why do you have to always bring up the past?
do you know how it makes us feel
mad, scared, sad
you name it

do you know how bad we feel,
when you tell us how horrible the other parent is?
we don't want to hear your opinions,
it just breaks our hearts

mom, don't call my dad a monster,
he's a nice guy
dad, don't tell us our mom uses people,
we love her so much

why can't you see what happened our family?
this, horrible, disheveled family
what used to be a happy together family,
is now one that is torn apart

we love you both so much,
but we love more you happy and together
why can't you be like that?
 Jun 2013 Brett
apathy
exactly a year ago, at this very time
your eyes were in contact with mine,
wishing things between us were fine

months before that, when you said,
" best friends forever"
did you know that was a lie?

on this very day, two years ago,
did you expect what we had to be over?

flash forward a year,
did you think you would move on?
did you think i would STILL be depressed?

go back again,
did you think i would HAVE to say goodbye,
only knowing i would miss you even more

i didn't want to say goodbye
it was for you,
for my mom
for my sanity
for the people that were worried

did they know i would suffer?
did they think i would be depressed a year later,
they didn't

i did this for you,
for Haley,
for Sarah,
for my mom,
did you guys think i would be better off?

i wish i could say a complete goodbye,
and get you out of my mind for good,
but life isn't that simple

can't you see, i can't say goodbye
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