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 Oct 2014 Julie
Emoni Jenkins
Heroin
 Oct 2014 Julie
Emoni Jenkins
I can hear her
Her mesmerizing melodies calling me
Tempting me
I sway to her music
Fill my veins with her voice
And we are one again.

She covers me like a blanket
I can feel the warmth of her love
In my secret places
Its dark inside
And I'm afraid
But she is with me
Holding me
And I am safe.

When she leaves
My soul aches for her embrace
I hunger for her touch
I want to disappear
To leave her as she left me
But her lethal love injections
Are all that I know
And I am weak
And I can hear her
Her mesmerizing melodies calling me
Tempting me
I sway to her music
Fill my veins with her voice
And we are one again.

My lover wants me dead
But I have given her my heart
Sealed our love with a kiss
Till death do us part.
I just picked up nine months sober and that chip is weighing heavy in my pocket.
 Oct 2014 Julie
possibly
she walks with uncertainty,
on the edge of oblivion.
A stuttering soliloquy of society's I-told-you-so's.
Heart on her sleeve, she awaits a better day
and smiles
at the tumbling world beneath her feet

the  fall is brief,
and she lands
but cannot get up

m.b.
hi this is my first poem in the works
 Oct 2014 Julie
Jack Solomon
Verse 1
The pieces fly through the air
as the puzzle of my dreams is shattered
I feel the thread about to break
Near severed by the one that mattered
I saw in you what no one could
imperfect perfection personified
Now the fracture's become a break
From this pain in my heart I cannot hide

Chorus
Time doesn't mend the damage
I do not heal I only scar
Bound to these dark emotions
Etched forever upon my heart
The images never fade
Burned deep in my memory
Tear my soul apart again
My beautiful misery

Verse 2
Knowing the pain is coming
I find myself crawling back again
Begging for your sweet rejection
It's better than silence in the end
Smoke curls from your beautiful lips
I miss breathing in that sweet poison
You shatter me and mend me
Beautiful misery I am undone
 Oct 2014 Julie
Molly
Death Threat
 Oct 2014 Julie
Molly
Today I found a suicide note
that I have no recollection of writing.
It was addressed to my mother
but it felt more like a death threat
to myself
from someone who knows me
too well.

I keep telling myself
I do not want to die
but even with winter approaching
the days seem to be getting longer
and sleep
is the only time I feel safe.

It has been 17 days and 16 hours
but the cuts on my wrist still ache
when I move my arm the wrong way.
I don't think they're healing right.

I know this house is haunted
because I can hear demons
whispering ****** into my hairline.

Today I found a suicide note
that I have no recollection of writing.
I am writing another.
 Oct 2014 Julie
Wordsmith
Untitled
 Oct 2014 Julie
Wordsmith
In love with destruction
Mind always in depression
Cuts and lacerations
Words are devoid of feelings
Hollow meanings acceptable
Poetry dripping with blood
Only obsession
Monsters lurking inside
Soul is hijacked
No hope
He's Insidious
He didn't **** me
He just put his thoughts into me
He exploded all over my insides
The ones that matter
The thoughts I would have as I fall asleep
How I would view my body
He was ******
But only when it meant that he could further permeate my thinking
He sunk his teeth in
But only to venomize my thoughts
He washed my brain but it will never be clean of him
And this all sounds very poetic
But it's the only way I know how to express how violated I feel
A text turned Poem
The scars.
I am covered in them.
The burns
The cuts
The scratches
The bruises
The peeled off  flesh and nails.
They are my t r e a s u r e s.
They show all of the battles inside of my head that I have lost.
They show all of the anger, pain, depression, envy, remorse, guilt, shame, insanity, emptiness, boredom, and tiredness I feel.
They show all of the words I am afraid to say.
They hold all of the I l o v e yous, I h a t e yous, I n e e d yous, and I feel
your p a i n s that I am afraid to even t h i n k at times.
They peek out from underneath my clothing and they rub against everything, reminding me that I am indeed alive and that I am indeed h u m a n.
They show all of the times I've screamed
Been alone
Been scared
Cried
Wanted to die
Had no one to be there
Wanted to stab someone and bash their brains in
Wanted to d i s s a p e a r into t h i n  a i r
Even though they remind me of some of the awful memories,
Being reminded of these memories and the lessons I have learned only makes me
s t r o n g e r
Whatever cruel entity, god, goddess, deity of any kind, gave me this cruel life thank you
You have made me wise
You make me think about how I am not the only person with these problems and how others have worse
But also *******  y o u for hurting so many innocent people and corrupting their
o n c e  p u r e  m i n d s
I will live with my scars and probably add more but I will always think of the cruel fates of others and how cruel the world truly is.
I will think of how grateful I am to have lived and how grateful I am to have not have gotten worse than what I have.
Thank you, you ******* life for showing me the right path
©LogenMichel copyright 2014
 Oct 2014 Julie
WickedHope
if anyone cared
maybe i wouldn't be here
this limbo, this in-between
there's nothing left to do, nothing to be seen
just waiting for the day
i have enough and make it go away
how liberating and terrifying
will that last breath feel on my lips
broken, hiding - i'm already dying
for now i settle for a quick fix
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