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 Jul 2015 Dess Ander
Paige
I just feel so annoyed.
Like I could quit my job
and not care.
I don't know what's been
wrong with me.
It's just been one of those
days.
Weeks.
Years.
 Jul 2015 Dess Ander
ryn
Derelict
 Jul 2015 Dess Ander
ryn
I am but willing prey to the wiles of the full grown moon.
She guards the night sky...
While I patrol these grounds...
Grieving over the seconds that have gone too soon.

I am a vessel... all emptied and barren.
what once was full,
now echoes faint
the glories of yesteryears.
Afloat still, adrift upon the currents... aimless and sullen.

I am a ghost... haunting no one but my own.
Immortalised...
Anchored...
to a body of mist and haze...
Occupying this space where worthy wind had once blown...

I am a beggar offering nothing but my open palms.
Hope etched tight
into my knackered knuckles
and calloused digits.
Please... take them in yours...
soothe them...
grant me your touch, your coveted balm.
 Jul 2015 Dess Ander
christine
some people take more than their share of happiness so I was sent to bring balance to the world by taking more than my share of sadness

I would like to think that every wound I bring upon myself is to rid of another's pain

to make use of my hurt is one but to make sense of why is another
 Jul 2015 Dess Ander
christine
If I were to collect all the tears I've shed it would be enough to fill a bucket to pour over my head for all the stupid mistakes I've made

It would be enough to fill a bath tub to soak into for all the days I got tired of getting tired

It would be enough to turn into the ocean that I will drown into for all the times I've decided I'm done

If I were to collect all the tears I've shed it would not be enough to fill a body that is fulfilled enough to go through the day

It would not be enough to be a river that will keep flowing and can keep up with the current

I would never have enough tears that can turn into the sea that can wash me away and bring me ashore,
back to where I came from but don't belong
 Jul 2015 Dess Ander
Kelly Rose
Lonely and filled with sorrow
Self-hatred burns bright, loss of self is profound
Defeated, she feels there is no tomorrow

Abandoned, she is left to beg, cheat and borrow
Hope is nowhere to be found
Lonely and filled with sorrow

She is torn asunder and on the morrow
She will stand firm and hold her ground
Defeated, she feels there is no tomorrow

As her heart is pierced by an arrow
The ground crumbles; she feels drowned
Lonely and filled with sorrow

She is bereft and feels quite hollow
Life makes no sense, leaving her confounded
Defeated, she feels there is no tomorrow

Hopeless, feeling despair she wallows
Afraid she’ll never rise up and be found
Lonely and filled with sorrow
Defeated, she feels there is no tomorrow

krs
7/17/2015
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