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Ironatmosphere Nov 2015
I’m scared of what they do
When they are alone together
I am scared of the secrets that they keep
Of things that are not my business
Even though I’d like them to be
I am scared that he loves her
And that she loves him too
I am scared because I love them both
Although it’s something I shouldn’t do
I am scared of being lonely
Of love being out of reach
I scared that I’m not enough
And that she will always be better than me
Ironatmosphere Oct 2015
How do you tell somebody that you think you need therapy
That you’ve lost all of your creativity
That all you do is eat
Sleep
Cry
And repeat
That the floor is your new best friend
Because it’s got the best view of the ceiling
How do you tell them
That you drown your time with movies
Trying to escape
To a different reality
Where you are anyone but you
Because being you is more than you can handle right now
How do you tell them
That you just want somebody to hold you and stroke your hair
And tell you everything will be alright
How do you tell them the truth?
Ironatmosphere Oct 2015
I want to rip my skin off
This layer covering me
Hiding me
Shielding me from the sun
My fingers are itching
I’m banging my head against the wall
Clutching at the metal bars
I’m going crazy in this world
This world that is too small
There are too many people
And I don’t have anyone at all
Ironatmosphere Oct 2015
I want to exist in a world without time
A world where no one has a clock
No appointments to keep
Like that blissful moment at the end of sleep
Where nothing exists but a quiet ease
Ironatmosphere Jun 2015
Every day I live a thousand lives that aren’t mine
Stuck on the inside of fiction
I never feel the wind
Caught in a cage made of fear
Made from the thousand dreams I keep dreaming
A thousand lives that I have lived
My mind is shackles
My mind is wings
Ironatmosphere Jun 2015
The atmosphere is a cage
Keeping us all in
A confiding sphere
Trapping us on this orb
Floating through an echo-less space
A breathtakingly beautiful cosmos we will never reach
As we keep traveling infinitely
Ironatmosphere May 2015
She looked so fragile
A porcelain doll
Fragile but beautiful with protruding bones
Sadness colored her brown eyes blue
As her heart struggled to beat another beat or two
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