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  Mar 2016 Fernanda Moncada
Mike Hauser
As I read your poetry
I wonder if it's true
Do the demons that help in rhyme
Really have a hold of you

And is the one you say you love
Not returning you the favor
In the poems that you pen
Is this all your life's behavior

Does your father really raise his fist
While your mother screams
As alcohol flows freely in your life
Or is it just poetry

Are you on the verge of suicide
And do you truly cut yourself
Do you feel that worthless in your life
Is what you write a cry for help

As I read your poetry
It often sets me off to wonder
Do you write about yourself
Or do you write about another
I know poetry is a therapy for many of you and just want you to know it breaks my heart at what some of you go through...
As always you are in my prayers...
I lost myself
In you
Losing all of me
To become
Only a small part of
You
Lost in the ocean
Lost in the trees
Lost in the desert
Lost in the seas
I found my way
To a better
Place
With lost souls
And lost dreams
I lost myself
In losing you
What a lonely world
All of this seems
Every broken heart
Haunts our dreams
In the dead of night
I can hear my screams
Tearing from my chest
Tears are like streams
Flowing from my eyes
Midnight memories
Ache in my heart
What a lonely world
Fernanda Moncada Mar 2016
She was like the air, you couldn't see her, but you could feel her,
And you knew that she was there.
She was like the moon, beautiful and brilliant, and so lightly for the moon walkers.
Also, she was like the darkness, deep and empty.
And her heart, god ! Her ******* heart was cold as an ice  & strong as a stone;but in the good hands that heart could melted just like the ice cubes melted under the sun:slowly and fascinating.
She feels like the ******* death but also she was like a shot of life.
Tuesday|08|2016
I thought I was over it, I thought I was finally okay again. Then all of the sudden it's like the night it all happened hits me in the chest and knocks me off my feet. Losing my ground and the air in my lungs, I forgot how to breathe. And I'm sitting in my room as I try to write this down, and I know it isn't good enough. Everything seems wrong to say and all the words are making me drown. I want this world to end, but just for me, I want to see all the life in everyone else's eyes except mine. I don't deserve this world, it was never mine to deserve. And now that I'm staring at this screen trying to make all these words make sense. Maybe I'm trying to say goodbye, or hello for the first time. I haven't made up my mind yet. But I guess what's happening is that all this pain is built up inside my heart and I wake up to realize that it's never going away, I thought I was okay but I'm such a liar.
Idk what I'm even saying anymore
I see you in my nightmares
Every Time I close my eyes to sleep
I wake with your face imprinted on my eyelids
Awoken with sweaty palms and fear in my throat
  Oct 2015 Fernanda Moncada
moss
Foot tapping
Hand shaking
Mind racing
Walls breaking
Strength taking
Nail biting
Head throbbing
Knees clattering
Life shattering

*Leave me,
Anxiety!
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