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Iris Nyx Sep 2014
It is difficult now
To feel the empty woe in my chest
It is hard to imagine
My tumbling world of insignificant success

The distractions have grown
Covering and Overlapping
But theres is a faint noise in the back of my mind
Its the subtle tapping

"Here I am" It mocks
"Here I am to stay" But I continue to ignore
Hoping maybe one day it'll starve of deprivation
After all: Its food is attention

But I know It isn't gone
I know It won't just disappear
I wish It would leave me be
Things are good now, you see

Except for the little voice that whispers late at night
The one that taps
The one that mocks
I hope he knows, that I wont give in without a fight

But my fight is limited
and smaller it shrinks
I might have a chance
Or so I think
Outside the Stars align
Inside the world is anytihng but fine
Iris Nyx Sep 2014
I can't say that I won't stand it
Because I will
I won't say that I can't do it
because I can

I won't say that I am done
Because this ride is never over
I will never say that I will leave
Because I won't

But I will never stop thinking it
oh no
never
Iris Nyx Sep 2014
They whimper
They are scared
They swear to any deity
That they are missing

And perhaps they are
Deep in the crevices of the mind
The darkness has closed in
And no separation can they find

But it spreads
Along the walls, covering the hidden
and finding the departed
And soon it finds the brim

With a giggle and skip
Around and down they all dip
From the glass of amusement they sip
and with a squeeze, it has your entirety in its grip

Now you are truly astray
When you reverse, but you don't
When you try to return,
but it all looks the same now

That's when you know
Not when you're sad
Not when you're angry
But when feeling don't exist anymore

You are lost when you become immune
Iris Nyx Aug 2014
They speak of the moment where he whispers
Most of happening fright
In the second where the rein of his sister
Takes you by the dismal night

But through the frequent connections
No one does find the sinister
Even in broad day inspection
The idea is nothing if not frivolous

But for the hopeless victims of the daughter of Nyx
Oh how I do feel pity
Those tortured beyond the ability to be fixed
but to the world, their troubles are so bitty

To find yourself filled with the words in the light of day
Walking with the heavy burden of unseen baggage
To know there is nothing anyone can do or say
Now that is her goal
I usually loathe it when the poets are so mysterious and confusing in their works, but right now I understand why.
Iris Nyx Aug 2014
The confidence that I clawed to reach
The ideas so sure, so secure
All the concepts they dared to preach
I honestly believed it was the one and only cure

But where am I now?
In the exact same position as before
And there isn't any other way I know how
I am standing at the last door

Behind it is yet another brick wall
I have no other way to go
I've been beaten to a crawl
and forever I will dwell in such a powerful woe
I honestly have no idea what to do next
Iris Nyx Aug 2014
Genuinely they smile and speak
I know and understand this
but everything inside me is weak
so all their admiration I always miss

And even when I don't
I cannot see
Their kindness simply won't
reach and enlighten me

But still I crave the sweet taste
Of love and affection
Though there is plenty for me to enjoy
I still only feel like a burden, a bother, an infection

The words with no meaning
tumble out of my mouth
I smile and nod, beaming
but not a word I believe

This poem stopped rhyming
I'm tired of finding the words
I'm tired of living my life
I't Tired of the lies I tell myself every day

"You're fine
You look great
You're beautiful
You'll make it out alive
Life is amazing
This isn't forever
You're still yourself"

I'm a flightless bird
A toothless lion
a doe with a broken leg
A plant with no sunlight
A human with no spirit

**And I'm done
Iris Nyx Aug 2014
The thought that flickered
The second that passed
The moment I considered
It could have been my last

It wasn't a hideous joke
Not a wicked, humorous pass
Tears escaped my eyes in an awkward stroke
Maybe that was the answer at last

I would die an exact age
Not a day too young or too old
But that would be my last page?
This be my life for all to behold?

No, not here
Not now
I will not just disappear
Nor to her I will ever bow

Freedom I will taste
Away with fear I will kiss
Under no haste
*I will subsist
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