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 Oct 2015 emma jane
ray
pourquoi
 Oct 2015 emma jane
ray
they say write, say write, write
all i hear is 70's french music and static.
all i think of is you,
      last night i took shots until i couldn't hold a steady glass,
      remember thinking this is it, this has got to be it.
      this is how you forget.
contemplating calling you- dreaming that i did
      on, on and on
my english teacher said to write for poignancy,
i wrote on a coked out father,
sometimes i dream i see him at a grocery store, a church
he's all screams, i'm all "you have the wrong person, sir."
i've forgotten how to write,
maybe i'll call you in a year or so, maybe i'll forget
 Oct 2015 emma jane
Virginia S
You taught me so many things,
Yet you forgot to teach me
how to live without you
I'd never learn anyway
M
 Oct 2015 emma jane
celey
ask her
 Oct 2015 emma jane
celey
she doesn't talk about
how her dad left
immediately after finding out
about her existence
she doesn't talk about
how her mom ignored
the not so straight lines on her wrists
how she was never confronted
about self harming
why she's so loud
what she doesn't like
and does like
the bottle under her bed
why her curtains are always drawn
so close together
almost as tight as her throat constricts
when she's looked at
how her day's been
she doesn't talk about all that
because she's never asked.
 Oct 2015 emma jane
Emily Garcia
A mind so full, a heart so cold.
So bitter, self hatred starting to unfold.
Blank stare in my eyes, lost in a daze.
My life is like a nightmare, I can't seem to erase.
This pain is here to stay,
Not even the rain can wash it away.
No not this time, I've lost my self this time.
Lost in my own thoughts, lost in my own mind.
My conscience screaming, My head pounding.
Louder, louder, I can hear it, insanity surrounding.
My veins ticking, My Hearts beating so fast,
Will I survive this, how much longer will this last?
This pain is here to stay,
Not even the rain can wash it away.
No not this time, I've lost my self this time.
Lost in my own thoughts, lost in my own mind.
I cant get away,
there's no escaping it.
I have to fight it,
I wont give in.
I won't let my ****** up conscience win.
 Sep 2015 emma jane
NV
18.
 Sep 2015 emma jane
NV
18.
it's sorta kinda my birthday today.
and i know i should be happier than i am right now.
but truth is, i'm not.
i'm pretty much depressed to be honest.
but not that it matters though.

i really just wanted to thank all you bloggers for giving me pieces of your heart,
the kindness and motivation that makes my world seem like a better place at times.
because if there's one good decision i've made in life,
it would be opening up myself to all of you.

this space has made me feel heard.
this space has made me feel wanted.
this space has made me feel loved.

and just in case you didn't know,
every one of you,
makes a difference,
every time.
and i know i don't know you - but i love you anyways
 Sep 2015 emma jane
Mary Neagle
The stories that you tell me,
Oh how they mix my mind
And when I search for answers
They seem too hard to find

And when I get tired of soul searching
And feel like I'm loosing time
I cannot help but wonder
If this story is really mine
RED
Red' may rhyme with dead
Too many words, looping in my head
A story about ocean of blood
Encircling me, so tragic, oh so sad

Red' a lips that he long to kiss
Roses that he don't want to miss
A wine of strawberries
A forbidden apple that he can't resist

Red' may dance with bled
A broken heart needs a needle and thread
But look what  you've given him to fix this  instead
A tiny bullet to the head, now everything is red

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04-08-15
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