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 Apr 2014 Emma
R
Vile
 Apr 2014 Emma
R
I almost ran out of my seat
Due to the feeling of
Vile coming up my
Throat.

But, I cannot tell wether
It is because I am hungry
Or if I am too stressed.

Maybe it is just a
Mixture of both.
Didn't throw up, but I should have. Feeling very sick today... Hmm...
Bukowski said what matters most
Is how well you walk through fire
But I've been wandering hell for months
And I dont think anyone has even noticed
Maybe it is I who doesnt matter
Maybe the burns are only skin deep
 Apr 2014 Emma
Earthchild
Tired Eyes
 Apr 2014 Emma
Earthchild
Its so much easier to cry in the dark
Why?
You may ask
Well, I feel like a black hole
Devoid of air
Everything beautiful gets dragged down
Down into the deepest hole of my chest
My greedy sorrowed soul
Searching for an eternal light
Something I can grasp onto that wont break off
That I wont drag down or push away
Flowers trying to grow along the base of my skull
Trying to sprout through the toxic darkness that lingers

Its so dull inside my head
Everything in me as charcoal gold
What I am implying is

When its pitch black I am one with the dark
And my soul.
Theres nothing I can poison or destroy

Thats why its so much easier to cry in the dark
Its confusing and hard to explain
 Apr 2014 Emma
Megan Wilcox
Hell.
 Apr 2014 Emma
Megan Wilcox
Hell* is at my door
knocking in some rhetorical rhyme
mimicking the voices
inside my head

"Get out of my ******* house"
screams my fathers voice
as his fist hits the yellow walls
of our dainty but quaint kitchen.

"You're just going to end up pregnant"
my mothers shill voice cries out
reminiscing in her past mistakes
blaming me for her horrible life.

"I was just your friend because i felt bad for you"
whined my best friend of ten years
swearing up and down
that I was a jealous, no good, compulsive liar.

"It just wasn't meant to be"
his voice echoed to my soul
breaking me down piece by piece
and walking away forever

My own personal hell
trapping me in the confines of the people I love the most
Haunting me with their displeasure
tormenting me to death

But death sounds like the perfect escape
away from this profane hell
occupying my home, mind, soul, and heart
who's still knocking at my door.
I broke down tonight and wrote what pains my heart the most. These past few months have been hell for me and i need to escape.
 Apr 2014 Emma
Rachel Mena
I don’t know why
but I get a feeling
in my chest
that it's coming
that something bad
is coming
and
I feel it
caving in on me
invisible
and the air is heavy
and I can not breath
but it’s coming
and
I can’t see the pain
that is coming
but I feel it
all the hurt
it's coming
I don’t know
why
or who
or when
or what
or what on earth
will happen
if
I wait
for this thing
to come
and take
my final breath
and
take me to my death
and
take me far away
this thing
I know
it’s coming
but
I don’t know
how to stop
and
breathe
breathe
breathe
its coming
its coming
its coming
it's here
it's here
it's here
the air
is gone
I
cannot
breath
it's here
the thing
is
here
and
I
do
not
I
cannot
move
or
breathe
it
has
me
it
has
me
*it has me
 Apr 2014 Emma
Megan Wilcox
Wilting
 Apr 2014 Emma
Megan Wilcox
One by one
My petals fell
And I gradually
Became a ****

My beautiful flower
That blossomed and bloomed
Wilted over the seasons
That you controlled

I thrived through spring
Flourished in the summer
Drooped in the fall
And faded into nothing in the winter

A rose full of life
Vivid with color
Became an eye sore
Amongst the other flowers

Now I am nothing
But a useless, ugly ****
Deprived of life and love
And from my only sun
 Apr 2014 Emma
Theia Gwen
Breaking hearts has become
Its own art form
Because love is a game
That belongs to those willing to conform
And for me, It's always been a losing battle
As I'm inclined to be left behind
The rules of love known by everyone but me
Written in an alien language I can't transcribe
Looking at others it appears
A mistake to become too attached
Because each love's a brief fire
A fleeting spark that burns too fast
And our emotions have become playthings
Start bragging about your track record
Because you're keeping score
And believe you deserve some kind of reward
And I see this all happening
I'll build my wall up to keep out everyone
And love's a game with foreign rules
Yet I've managed to break every single one
 Apr 2014 Emma
Theia Gwen
Saying "I love you"
To hear it back from your lips
A reassurance
My first Haiku.
 Apr 2014 Emma
Theia Gwen
I am the spawn
Of a defective *****
And a reluctant egg
If there is a God
I'm sure he took
The utmost care
With his needle and thread
Because everyone will reap what they sow
And all I am is flaws
Stitched together
With good intentions
Because all my life
I've only ever had
Good intentions
And my heart is so full
Of love for other people
That there is none left for me
Let's talk Biology
There are over 37 trillion cells in a human body
That's ******* amazing
And every single cell is working with
A common purpose:
To keep you alive
So knowing that
Why do I so often find myself
Crying until I fall asleep
With thoughts that It would be better
If I didn't wake?
I also know the brain itself
Cannot feel pain
So maybe
My brain doesn't know
What it's doing to itself
As wicked thoughts
Dance from every synapse
Maybe it just has
Good intentions
Maybe my words could change someone
Maybe the letters I stitch so carefully
Could have some ounce of an impact on someone
And that's all I've ever wanted
But my thoughts will remain like hermits
Locked in a cage with no key
While I continue on with my good intentions
Because the road to hell
Has always been paved
By those with
Good intentions
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