Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Apr 2016 taia
Emily
Untitled
 Apr 2016 taia
Emily
I close my eyes and picture my funeral.
I drive and contemplate every possible accident.
I stare at the window as if its an escape
And buildings as beautiful, cruel opportunities that I keep passing.

I ******* hate the way my mind works.
I have nothing that detrimental in my life-
yet i keep searching for an exit.

Why have I been like this for 3/4 of my life?
Enlightenment is appreciated
Intellectually thinking, I’m grateful that I understand
how much pain this invisible demon is on my chest.
Empathy is what is driving me and killing me.

I love you all so much.
I am sorry I cannot be stronger.

Ignorance to my issues is making me sick.
Why the **** can no one leave me alone.
I don’t want you here.
My door is never ******* closed.
And yes, you have imposed.
But i will keep my mouth shut
Offering advice and smiles
but
You won’t do the same for me.
Im glad you’re so easy to please
as i nod and smile at every word you people mutter to me.
The sighing, the crying, the huffing and puffing
what the **** is wrong with you?
I keep running away
but I’m running in place.
I see a hope thats hard to find
But i won’t run away from it.
I want to end it all
but guess ******* what!!
I don’t want to hurt anyone.
But laugh it off, cause thats what i would do, right?
Make a joke out of it.
She won’t actually do it.
She would’ve done it already
She's all talk
She is always smiling and laughing.
Theres  no way she is serious.
I hope that every single person who has said that to me, remembers that as they pay their respects to me.
I do not want them to be filled with regret or feeling naive.
I just hope they understand now.
How easy it is for someone to break
Who was never really that much whole.
 Apr 2016 taia
Rochelle Roberts
At night I see you in my dreams sometimes,
Alive again like when I last saw you,
Your body wrapped in celestial rhymes,
More ethereal than when I knew

You. Despite the beauty you betray,
You're just not real to me anymore,
Like a memory you're slipping away,
I can't see your face anymore. I pour

My heart out on a page trying to scrape
Away the quiet emptiness, the lonely
Despairing tears disfiguring the shape
Of what my eyes can see, but it only

gets worse. At this point I'll have to make do,
I'm still drowning in the memory of you.
 Apr 2016 taia
Mbunge
I sit and remember
Of how you were a crucial member
A part of, a bit of
The smiles I formed
The laughters I conned
I sit and remember

What I feel is best spoken
Not written
Best walked
Not ridden
If wishes I'd have every kind of horse
If permitted I'd use every kind of force
Just to get you
Give that smile back and respect you.

Love is a bed of roses
But you forgot roses have thorns
You were pricked and went away crying
I was left, never stopped trying
But I was zoned
Boxed in a circle called friend
Yes I sit and remember

Moments when our love touched
Affection kissed
And care caressed our feelings
We valued eachother and just like a shilling
We owned our world's currency
Then came inflation-we crumbled

I remember
You bought a teddy
Fused your name and mine to give birth to GreWan
I remember you telling of an endless together
I sit and remember and I ask
What happened?

I sit and remember
Of how my mother smiled at your sight
Of how every effort to get you back
Led to a fight
Silence, tears, anger, fears, lows, darkness
I sit and remember and wish for that candle to light
Give this darkened heart some light

#memories # heartbreak  #tears
 Apr 2016 taia
Jamie F Nugent
Worshipping and demonized,
Force fed and forbidden,
Since stone age,
Interwoven irreversibly,
Hands in air, like
Trying to stab the night's sky.

You dance like snakes would,
You maintain an ironic hipster pose
For everyone, at all times,
Standing, bright in this
Dingy old house.

Blowing air kisses and out
Sliver smoke rings, all night long,
You are the gum snapping stranger,
Pacing up and down the hall,
Wearing a tight t-shirt
With daises,
And tighter jeans.

Calling for your taxi
In the near morning,
From the door, in freezing rain
You somersault from place to
New and exciting place,
Give to you to drink mandrogora,
Until you are muddied and slow,
Like a double-decker bus.

Hypnotic and hallucinogenic,
Unsure if this is legal,
As if you really care,
Thinking you are so very
******* like some
Witchdoctor or Voodoo Priest,
This was not what you expected,
The journey through the living room walls.

-Jamie F. Nugent
 Apr 2016 taia
Star Gazer
She did happy people things
Despite all the sadness surrounding
She did happy people things
Despite all the madness surrounding
A smile, a giggle, a laugh
She did all happy people things
Wrote poems about chocolate pies
Wrote poems about blue skies
Wrote poems about muscled guys
But
She silenced her cries
So I heard no cries
And she left without goodbyes
As she leapt to her demise.
The way a girl gets her hair dyed
She also ...
 Apr 2016 taia
Star Gazer
I was like you once
Held a frown
That stretched further
And further beyond
The reaches of hell.
I was like you once
Saw darkened spots
Within the sun
And treasured
The shade beyond
The radiant beams.
I was like you once
Saw shattered dreams
And complimented
Their perfect
Resemblance to
The dreams of those
Who actually gave
A ****.
I was like you once
Dying from the inside.

I am not like you now
For an artist had
Painted colours into
my life,
An artist has painted
Beauty and scenery,
An artist has challenged
My mindset,
To break away from heart
Aches and breaks,
To allow me to see
That after every storm
After every droplet
Of water from the sky,
Is a rainbow.
An artist who made
My frown
Turn to a straight
Expression
Then to a smile.
 Apr 2016 taia
mike dm
little notes
 Apr 2016 taia
mike dm
let me yoke to you.
twist mine into yours.
***** me in at the hips.
lift me into your if's
and have me, present.

our torquing bodies
charging each other,
holding back the

bloom of darkness.

yes, it is true:
we are
closest to the dark.

but we are also
sown to the broadest urge
that wrote us.

this ebb is lit with written poems,
receding into the lightness of dense being.

so,
jot me
into this

and i
will
exist in
your margins,

like nice little notes
that mean everything in the world.
Salt Lake City
Without the Salt
Just emptiness because they told me I couldn't have sugar
But that's one of my favorites
Why would I go without it?
I think people love to tell others
What to do
It empowers them strategically
It makes me wonder
What really is there for them to make such an act
Next page