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 Mar 2017 Schuy
lachrymose
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 Mar 2017 Schuy
lachrymose
hot baths, breakdowns, too close, too loud. lost, alone, confused, worthless. self-image, self-confidence, self-love. questions. "What do you want to be when you're older?" "Where are you going to college?" "How are your grades?"
How are my grades? How am I! I'm breaking down every night, crying in the shower, trashing the organized file cabinet of my mind, scouring every inch of my consciousness trying to find out who I am. Emotionally unstable. Lost. Mentally unstable. Lost.
Ask me how I am.
this is bad im sorry
 Mar 2017 Schuy
Kayla
Ambivalence
 Mar 2017 Schuy
Kayla
I am a glass half full
And half empty
My life is harmless, but also deadly.
I smile and laugh without any fears
But late at night I drown myself
In my own demons and fears
 Mar 2017 Schuy
Kayla
11:11
 Mar 2017 Schuy
Kayla
you are my 11:11 wish.
every
   day.
you.
     I always wish that you'll text or call
or show a sign that you care.
       you were my 11:11 wish.
                 but you're not anymore.
I woke up feeling frustrated today
a part of me just exploded
I couldn't figure out what the hell was wrong with me
so I freaked out and cried
I wouldn't let anyone be there for me
I just wanted to be left alone
As I went for a walk for six hours straight
I didn't even pick up my phone
People get mad at me because they can't understand me
not even my Mother does
The way I act, the things I wear
I do just because
I don't go out to impress anyone
if anything people should impress me
I don't let others in so easily
so thank your lucky stars if you know me
I'm not hear to make things easier for others
I'm a challenge you can't stand
I'm intimidating for a reason
I don't let any guy just hold my hand
I woke up in a very ******* mood
it happens from time to time
If you can't handle me at my worst
then your not a good friend of mine.
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: November. 2, 2011 Wednesday 7:33 A.M.
 Mar 2017 Schuy
Cinzia
Poets, you are my people
I tried to pretend not
But here we are
you and I

Tea in a cup
Dishes stacked up
Books, sleeping on the table

Observations of dust and sound
smell and feeling
Too many cats

We are one
Standing in our gardens,
attacked by awareness
 Mar 2017 Schuy
Onoma
If there is an end to

be known on a first name

basis, then wear your Sunday

worst...and walk the waters

where burnt bridges stood.
Little Jamar raised
His voice authoritatively,
"I'm a man, and
Men don't cry!"

Jordan grabbed him
By the shoulders,
And admonished him,
"Men don't cry..",
He exclaimed.
"Boy who told you that lie?
Men do cry sometimes."
Of course they do.
my little cousin and my younger brother
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