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 Oct 2017 Cheighny
Brokewench
Screaming
Glass shattering
Nails on the chalkboard
Screaming
I'm running thru this house trying to find the culprit
It's the same octave no matter how far I run
Your palms cup my cheeks
And your eyes pierce thru the shroud of terror
It's then I realize
My mouth is open
My lips are drier than a desert during a drought
And the screams are emerging from the dust that lies in my mouth
Coating everything in a film of dirt and fear
You stroke my lips and run your hand thru my hair
You silence the screams and you destroy the fear
Instead it's my heart
Screaming not to get used to the comfort
For like a dream, it can end abruptly
Leaving you feeling confused as to what just occurred
Screaming
Even when he’s beside me the nights are filled with terror
 Oct 2017 Cheighny
Em
Em, I love you to the moon and back.

        I love you to the moon and back too.

Oh, I know you do. Poor thing.
 Oct 2017 Cheighny
furies
nights
 Oct 2017 Cheighny
furies
I messed up
Sorely and irreversibly
Stealing moments I can't return
Regretting them near
Instantaneously
****
****
I ****** up
 Oct 2017 Cheighny
helios
i cannot help but be jealous of those who are my age and doing great things; it has gotten so bad that i begin to dislike these people, though they have done nothing wrong to me or anyone else.

on another note, i am constantly getting the feeling that i am wasting my life. is this normal? no matter what i do, whether i complete meaningless tasks or important ones, when i spend hours watching a tv show or hours practicing a sport i’ll never be great at, i am hindered by the thought that i could be doing something better with myself.

i think i am feeling worse than usual. life has been a daze recently, and only now is it catching up to me. what will i do? sit back, relax, and watch the world crumble? or should i take the horse by the reigns and fight back against everything i’ve been taught?

either one i choose will be regretted in later life. so i suppose i should pick the one that i’ll regret less, though i wonder if i will live long enough to see the day where i am able to finally decide.
i am gently trying to let go of the past, but it is holding on tightly and i am not strong enough to shake it off.
I am only beginning to imagine
our futures separate
that our paths won't cross again
Not in the way they did
realizing that we shall never be
was quite a task
for someone who not so long ago
didn't think our path would ever diverge
how many leaves
does it need to fall
to bring you Autumn?
 Oct 2017 Cheighny
Erin
death
 Oct 2017 Cheighny
Erin
Death,
is not distressingly beautiful
it is cruel and tiresome
there is no peace in the act of dying
there is only pained loved ones
who tire of wishing for your release
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