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Dehydrated by the tears, and constricted by the fears.
Thinking of the years that disappeared out of your eyes and your ears. In almost an instant.  
              
The vows,
    
       The commitment,

Shattered like glass on stone, watching you linger your eyes to another
While I’m home alone trying to not smother you
                
                 The hope,

I have left Is a single strand, even after the pictures of you and him make my legs unable to stand
With furrowed eyebrows, I browse to find the heart you took from me.
 Jun 2018 Anthony Mayfield
rey
I’m tired of being alone,
Letting myself fall back into depression.
Sometimes I wish somebody
Would love me.

My family is great,
But they don’t realize my pain.
I wish somebody
Would miss me.

I feel sad.
I need someone to care,
Or pretend to, at least.
Please?

Maybe it’s a “phase”
Maybe one day I won’t be lonely.
That one day, someone, who cares,
Will be brave enough to hug me.

Could someone possibly tell me,
I’m all they’ve ever wanted?
Tell me I’m gorgeous,
And say I’m the only person,
Perfect enough for them?

Not now at least.
Probably never.
Could be close.
I’m not sure.

Maybe someone will adore me,
As much as I adore them.
Hopefully, they won’t have
To pretend.

© Regan
I need hope.
It bubbles up in my chest like a contaminated effervescent drink.
I can’t rest, I can’t think, existence is inconsistent
I am shaken and going to pop
when in this state of mind
The capitol is anxiety, it’s a city I can’t escape from for to long at a time
Even if I travel away for the day
There is no permanent solution to the strength of this pollution inside of me.
 Jun 2018 Anthony Mayfield
Bryce
We give guns to our sons,
to protect our land
to protect our souls
to protect our goals

We have guns in the truck
guns in the car
in the prison bus
guns just for fun.

guns at the airport
guns on the plane
guns in the air,
guns in every state

guns at the armory
guns at the bank
guns for the money
guns in the safe

guns on The Hill
guns on patrol
guns on the street
"guns that ****"

guns on the gangs
guns in the trains
guns at the range
guns on the stage

guns on T.V
guns at big screens
guns at the table,
guns on the scene

guns on the plains,
guns in the mount,
guns in the desert,
guns we can't count

guns in the south,
guns from the west,
from coast to coast
guns everywhere!

guns on hand
guns on the boats

Guns across           ---          the whole wide world.

Guns in Mosul,
Guns in Iraq
Guns in Japan
Guns in Slovak

Guns in Chicago
Guns in Bhutan
Guns in Australia, Malay, and
Taiwan

Guns in Korea,
Guns in the ocean
Guns on the shores, guns never broken
--or sold or banned or destroyed or stolen

No token
prayer,
no
sign of devotion
no tears
or weeping
or candles
have spoken

for the thousands dead, the thousands snuffed dead

Guns in the policecar,
Guns in the open

Guns on the street,
But no, we can't own them

Our children are dead, dying and born
Into a world of guns, and guns that won't go

we protect our world, our money, our loves
with guns

So why don't we do so?
With the children?
Our sons?
Alone.
The word that best describes my life
By myself since a young age
Friends seem to be a myth

This pen is my only companion
With this I feel like a champion
I want to share these feelings
But people are fleeing

I don't drink, smoke, or sleep around
So the world hates me
I believe in God but I'm not religious
So christians want to spite me

I don't fit in the crowd
So I  spend time with myself
I try to be nice
But I don't like their lies

"Go away" they say
I just wanted to say hey
They're having a good time
I just wanna laugh too

I'd like to laugh again
With someone who cares
I'm not like other people
So I'm left alone

Always left alone
Someone is always better
My days are always rainy
I can't stand this weather

So enjoy your friends
Don't take them for granted
Or you'll end up like me
Alone.
#lonely #poem #life #honest
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