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  May 2015 infinite mind
IcySky
The worst part about being a writer or poet,
is the critics....
You're your own worst critic.
Take a breath and relax,
don't put yourself down.
infinite mind May 2015
sometimes
you get what you want
when it's too late
you bear the pain
and learn to move on
you realise it just isn't worth it
but the lesson is a lasting one I guess
an indentation on the body and soul
a lesson of patience and having faith in things worth waiting for
sometimes
you don't always get what you wish for
but in time you will feel the love you strive toward
you will acknowledge the pain you did endure
and understand what it is you are living for
life is learning about what truly matters /
infinite mind Mar 2015
it's
   the
       dull
             aching
                      feeling
                              rising
                                     deep
                                         within
                                             my  
                                                chest
aches
infinite mind Mar 2015
I want to know the path to my love
I want to know who the stranger is
when is the inevitable time we will meet

my love tell me
for I am tired of waiting,
everyday I am walking these streets alone
my hands craving another to bind our bodies into one
every night I am lying upon my bed alone
thinking and thinking of the love that I long
waiting for the time to come.
infinite mind Jan 2015
sinking further and further down
into the aqueous depths
the water slowly but confidently filling up the lungs
the body has no way to breathe
it's suffocating itself

looks peaceful from above the calm waters
but the violence of the illusion is beneath the waves

they can never see how I am suffering
because they just see me at face value
they don't try and uncover these waters
their eyes are too oblivious to see these struggles
fake a smile and no questions are ever asked

I try to escape upwards
instead I sink further downwards
it's that thing called gravity
the thing that draws me back to you time and time again
the thing that now pulls me down
unto the depths of the ocean
unto the lowest point of the earth.

it's drowning in a sea of emotion
I know now I should have taken more caution
I feel like all I do is talk to myself and write poems.
infinite mind Jan 2015
i can't stop it
overthinking kills you
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