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  Aug 8 eliana
BEEZEE
Anxiety, do you think you love me?
Oh mind, do you want to be my friend?

A lonely stone in the full quarry
No chance that it will begin to swim

Shadow girl, with your many faces
With every ash you take to sin

Big voiced tropes steady unfolded
A fear to never tell again
eliana Aug 7
Everyone is lonely inside,
our soul is what we fight to hide.
We believe that we seek companionship,
but our hearts are shadowed by a darker tint.
We shelter ourselves in protective glass,
trying to reach something not within our grasps.
We seek the love we cannot find,
picturing a paradise trapped within the boundries of our mind.
We will never stop wanting something better,
we are all birds with wings but no feathers.
We shall not find what we are looking for here nor there,
perpetually feeling lonely in a world marked unfair.
eliana Aug 7
random words filter with each beat
pushing through the webs spun
fine silk
coarse wire
the heart being the seed.
  Aug 7 eliana
Lyle
Surrounded by people
Ones who care
Still feeling awful
Knowing I have to go home
eliana Aug 7
Those beautiful eyes,
That once contained happiness,
Are now raging with anger,
Clearly displaying that the flame within you is now untamed,
Taking over as if it's your master and you are its puppet.
The cuts on your arm,
Match the ones on your heart,
Leaving scars of remembrance.
The shadows you now live in,
Consume the new you,
Gradually crushing the source of life........the pulse of what used to be.
feeling like relapsing.
eliana Aug 7
do you know what it is
like to be at war within
yourself?
to question every thought,
action and word that escapes
the dark recesses of your
cerebral nature?
it is as though you stand
upon a double edged sword
and if you fall to one-side
you are doomed,
but if you fall to the other,
you are met with perilious
journeys
yet while making this choice,
your feet slip on the red,
hot, sticky warnings left
by others
so I walk on a tightrope
careful to find balance,
for if I slip,
and cascade down the sword,
I fear I may not be able
to climb back up
to face the mirror
oncemore.
  Aug 7 eliana
Lyle
I want to be okay
I need to be okay
I will pretend for as long as I can
So I don’t disappoint those around me
Who need me
Want me
To be okay
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