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 Aug 2017
nobody
I hold the key
To my heart healing

I hold my breath and
When the door slams
We all go running
We're good at hiding
Shh! Stop crying!

You hold the key
To your heart healing
With every tear
Grace is Unlocking

When the door slams...
Domestic abuse is no joke, give yourself grace. I wish you joy ♡
 Aug 2017
Broken Arpeggio
They see strength
A rock that's weathered but not broken
They see loyalty
A bond of trust that's always there but never spoken
They see considerate
Arms open wide and ready to give
They see creative
Enough pieces of talent that show where my soul lives

I see weakness
A mere pebble wore down by the constant storm
I see alienation
The meek and solemn path chosen to tread upon
I see estranged
Forever building walls so no one gets close
I see meticulous
Where everything is flawed by a perfectionistic boast

I often wonder what would happen
If both perceptions collide
Would one overshadow the other
Keeping the raging angst inside

Do they see what's real
Do I see only lies
The truth becomes muddled
When playing from both sides

Why am I hiding
And afraid to let go
Lurking in the shadows
Never letting my true-self show

Will I one day be free
From this torment inside
Finally accepting myself
Casting all doubt aside

Imagine an existence
Without the masks and veils
A willingness to be open
Exploring all that entails

I long to find the place
Where both views intertwine
That will be the moment
This life will truly be mine
Perception is everything...
 Jun 2017
TS
He asks me,

"What do you hate about yourself?"

Suddenly, I am silent.


What do I hate?





What don't I hate?

- t.s.
 Jun 2017
phil roberts
This muse of mine
Remains silent and invisible
And is no less intense for that
I still write to her
Tell her of my dreams and my pain
And she is part of both of these

This muse of mine
May be no more than a ghost
But she is still my only truth
The one that owns me
For all my ****** and damaged past
For all my pointless future

This muse of mine
May be unreal or gone
Yet still I hold on
And still there'll be no other
Because within my muse
Hopelessness and hope
Have me enthralled

                              By Phil Roberts
 Jun 2017
J
it's like i have it all
good grades, a job, a roof over my head, a family who loves me, a boyfriend who i love more than life itself - a feeling that is reciprocated tenfold.

yet

i feel the shadow of an emptiness that i can't seem to fill
the remnants of a sadness that was once so profound still linger in my consciousness and
although small
are mighty
they are capable of eating me alive and my soul drowns in their waters
i feel as if i don't deserve the good i have
i feel as if i don't deserve the love that is given to me
i thank the powers that be for everything that i have
yet
if i say this out loud
i think i seem ungrateful
 Jun 2017
nim
I confuse people
And I filter things
I breathe in
The silver dust of clouds
And breathe out
Golden rays of sun

I take in myself
The bad words and
Negative
Thoughts
And out of my mouth
I spill the poems
Of the Earth
And the songs of peace

Nobody understands
How I work
How I filter
Everything
Into a daydream

But
Years pass, and
Filters get *****
Nobody understands
That
I keep everything
In myself

Nothing lasts forever
More time had passed
Before I
Was ready to be thrown
Away

I took my
Final breath
Held it in
And as I was looking in the sky
I breathed out
And watched all the
Black, negative energy
Pollute the
Dying sky
 Jun 2017
Psychosa
There was a girl who became her dreams,

but her dreams were just nightmares in disguise.
 May 2017
Lizzie
I've done some stupid things
I'll probably never forget
I've told away some secrets
I probably should have kept
I've heard some things I shouldn't
And been filled with regret.

There's no going back
I can't change the past.
 May 2017
catherine
What happened to the dream
of living in peace -
The brutality of man,
the wars that never cease?

In the midst of the fighting,
I, too, am struggling.
There’s a war inside of me,
It’s difficult to break free.

There’s an enemy within,
that gashes through my soul.
It crawls to my heart,
Digging a deep hole.

The monsters in my mind,
they drag me down.
They cloud up my thoughts,
In an ocean of insecurities, I drown.

When demons are at work,
They devour me alive.
I’ve started to doubt myself,
Now I can hardly survive.

Human as we are,
We commit mistakes.
And I’ve fallen into a dungeon -
A trap seemingly impossible to escape.

Because I am afraid,
I chose to enslave my being.
Because I am weak,
I chose to surrender without thinking.

I can’t help myself; it haunts me,
It consumes me, my sanity - I’m stale.
It laughs at my scars, my endless suffering.
My weakness has become its holy grail.

Now I’m screaming to be saved
My inner self cries, I’ve been locked in a cage
One by one, it murders my dreams,
Takes on my body, tears me at my seams.

I’ve slowly succumbed to fear
With failure after failure,
I ask myself: is there a way out?
Is there a cure?

Truth is, I can’t outgrow my demons,
I can only learn to live with them.
If I give it the power over me,
I will reside under its realm.

And until the day I decide to tame them,
Until the day I rise above my demons,
It will continue to hold me captive.
It will continue to reign and summon.

Until the day I conquer them,
Until the day I fight my adversaries,
I can never escape the shackles of fear and doubt,
I can never live in peace

— The End —