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 Dec 2018
Jack Jenkins
Quiet breathing overshadowed by a pounding heart
leaves my ears deafened and I slowly fall apart

Weakened with extra haste to die and find peace
clay ankles weren't meant to hold a heart of stone

A heart selfless at one time but given too freely
to the wolves that desire only the flesh

Now I sit with loneliness and reminisce
about the lovers that were eventually a lie

Now I sit with loneliness and confess
there is no more heart for me to give
//On anxiety//
 Dec 2018
Shamai
Loneliness is the feeling
That, even when there are
Many people around
You still feel
So alone

Like
The world is going on
All around you
And you
Just
Aren’t a part
Of it

Alone
Like you don’t belong
Anywhere
And no matter what happens
You still feel
Like you're
All alone
 Dec 2018
Born
I should have written this down long time ago
When it all made sense
When I cared enough
When there were no strings

Some memories
Nostalgic as they may be
don't deserve to exist
to be told or related to
to be listened

Nothing
Words stuck on my throat and all I can say is nothing
scar embedded on on my heart and all I can say is nothing
love ****** me so bad and all I can say is nothing
Life turned upside down and all I can say is nothing
Stuck on a loop of despair and all I can say is nothing
 Dec 2018
Nylee
Increase
add more
what is there
is so less.

it is endless
little still
extra need
more to feed
up to greed

no way to rid
there is a thirst
countless prayers
many faces
every day
ending with empty hands

all the resources
forces
on the toes
evolving
multiplying the lives
depleting what is left
it will end
all has been said.
 Dec 2018
Traveler
The world ran me down
And then ran me over
I may never see straight
I may never be sober
Yet
Cheers to you
I wish you the best
Love is a maze
Life is a test
Be well as you travel
The worlds that you know
Beyond the shadows
Life takes it's toll!
Traveler Tim
 Dec 2018
Edmund black
As you can see
From
My perspective
I’m an old soul

Rhythm
and blues
Is where
My mind dwells...

At times
Some , would give
Their all  
To tango along
With my rhythm

But
They don’t give
A **** about
My blues ...................
 Nov 2018
Torin
maybe theres a way
to save me from these blues
I don't go anywhere I want to
I don't choose
can't keep my head up to the stream of cosmic music that is blissful above my head
I never find the answer there
and its dark everywhere
and even a breath is poison

now I know

this'll be the thing to save me from these blues
these blues
until the color on my walls
is bright and shining
from the window an endless wave
of purples, greens and yellows
I know
when the stereo won't play a somber tune
sounds wide and vibrant cascading through the room
until the heavens chime in and sing along

now I know
 Nov 2018
b e mccomb
mind games
with myself

a quivering equilibrium
of keeping myself too
busy to sink into depression
but not so overwhelmed
that the anxiety
swallows me whole

and the scales
are swinging

i am not
in control
of my own
life right now

cuticles stained green
hair grown scraggly
wrists that go
numb and tingle

i am only
twenty

too old to be carefree
and yet too young
to be callused and weathered
made miserable by time

the mind games get
violent
no referee
to call time out

my bath is still
hot but i suppose that as
with dishes it should be
emptied when no longer clear

and i am clouding
my own judgement

so the rusty red water
drains away
leaving bubbles
on my shoulders

mind games must halt
impulse control

because still the
blood remains
i can’t wash
it off me

it’s too
late

what’s wrong
with me

i am scared of
many things
the most frightening being
spiders
and admitting what i’m
really feeling

make that a fear
of myself

of the
mind games

and now what’s
done is done and
i will sleep or
lie awake in tears

when people ask what
happened to me
i tell them i was sad
and anxious and
got over it two
years ago

because not even i know
what’s wrong with me

how i’m supposed
to win the mind games

somebody help me
i need a referee
copyright 10/30/18 by b. e. mccomb
 Nov 2018
Huguette
I still remember the first words you said to me
But I sometimes wished I had the powers to crush and turn them into dust
So that the wind could bury them
Because my heart and brain cannot come to a conclusion whether those first words were lethal or not

I am still hoping for the day karma catches you and reminds you of me
Especially the pain you've caused me
The humiliation
The mental damage without any prescription
I just pray one day you'll be sitting with your new partner and subconsciously
You can still remember the day I bought you chocolate and only to find out that it was a treat for your new hype chick
This entire scene runs through my mind every day and each second I meet an eye contact with you
Or even when I get to smell your scent

Loving you is something I thought I could've really accomplished
But I guess you were just another boy without a heart
Allowing me to fall for you without any medical attendance
And this why my heart can no longer seem to function
Because it's left with a mark that shows how dreadful it was trying to love you
It no longer beats 10 times faster,even when I'm sitting next to you
Close enough to feel your sins
Because only you made my body shiver on a sunny day
And only you gave me goosebumps to remind me why love can be a wonderful journey that I never hesitated
To experience
And you still the only one I'm dying to forget
Because you just another boy without a heart
As time goes by,we all learn how to heal and not dwell on memories.
Kifle.
 Nov 2018
Savannah Mason
It’s back.

The familiar ache radiating through my chest.
It steals my breath.
It hurts my stomach.
It makes my eyes leak.
I try to hold it.
Love it.
Accept it.
Understand it.
Connect with it.

Yet nothing seems to comfort it.

It’s a searching. An existential longing. A yearning.

It fills and is left unfilled.

Have I chosen it?
Or has it chosen me?

Loneliness

Is it to be released?
Or asked to release me?
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