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 Jun 2013 J P
Ainsley
I dip my toes in the tide
adjacent to the edge of my all-consuming paracosm.
The water is cold
alluring
unsteady
absolute.

Within it lies the demise
of one thousand dreams
999 unfulfilled wishes
And just over 13 ‘what if’s.

Right outside my humble fantasy
I spy a silhouette,
my potential self.

Warily I take a closer peek.
The girlish apparition reveals nothing
She seems to hold her breath while I lean farther in
And at long last, deserting all juvenile fancies,
reality greets me as I timidly wade
Into the waves.
 Jun 2013 J P
Krusty Aranda
No Fear.
 Jun 2013 J P
Krusty Aranda
Most people are afraid of dying.
I must say I am not.
Death doesn't scare me. It's only natural.
Nothing lives forever.

There is one thing I'm afraid of, though.
I'm afraid of not achieving anything before I die.
Afraid of not being able to say goodbye.
Afraid of not having a chance to take care of the ones I love.

We take our lives for granted,
and don't even wave at days passing us by.
I'm not afraid of dying. It's only natural.
When I go, don't cry for me.
Please, just celebrate my life.
Just thought that I can't be sure I'll live to see a new dawn. I love you all :)
 Jun 2013 J P
Kaity Hellen
When you look at me
I freeze
Caught in a moment unable to breathe
But then reality strikes like a punch in the stomach

When you look at me
You may be seeing
But the thoughts on your mind wander far beyond me

But still when you look at me
My heart pounds with hope
Hope that you might feel the same about me

But deep down I know
When you look at me
It's not with feeling
It's where your eyes have landed

But when you look at me
Can you not see
The feelings I express
In just one simple glance
 Jun 2013 J P
AJ Chilson
To say
that I'm worried
is an understatement.
The thought of losing you makes me
feel lost.
 Jun 2013 J P
JM
I want what I want.
 Jun 2013 J P
JM
Right now I want to cut myself,
deep.
I'd like to drop lit,
wooden kitchen matches
onto my willing abdomen
and watch
my flesh melt
away.

Something has to give.

Bind me to an iron cross
and flay my skin.
Strike my joints
with a metal rod
until I am
completely broken.

This cannot last.

I'd like to grab
hold of the flesh
under my jaw
and rip my ugly face
off of my ugly head.
I want to pound nails
into my knees,
chew on thumb tacks,
skewer my eyes
with toothpicks.

I spent an hour
scraping calloused feet
and toes when I could
have cut them off
with a pruner
and saved some time.

I'd like to do these
things, but I am
not a *******
I am no victim.
I am no martyr.
I am not so deep
in The Nothing.

I would rather
perform these acts
upon you.
 Jun 2013 J P
Louise Glück
The great thing
is not having
a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
govern me. I have
a lord in heaven
called the sun, and open
for him, showing him
the fire of my own heart, fire
like his presence.
What could such glory be
if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters,
were you like me once, long ago,
before you were human? Did you
permit yourselves
to open once, who would never
open again? Because in truth
I am speaking now
the way you do. I speak
because I am shattered.
 Jun 2013 J P
Corine Renee
Insomniac
 Jun 2013 J P
Corine Renee
Yet again you've stolen
Another night's rest
From my blurred eyes
And weary mind.
But what's one more night
Spent staring at a graveyard of stars
If it brings me closer to
You?
Closer to the one time in my life
I was truly
Happy.
I can rub the exhaustion
From the brown irises
You once called beautiful.
I can push through
The sheer desire
To do absolutely nothing
Long enough to make it
Through work.
And as soon as I get home
I can collapse on my bed
And stare at the wall
Or ceiling
For a few moments
Wishing it was
Your face instead
Before I close my eyes
And attempt to sleep.
But I know my body
And mind
Will suddenly be wired
With the alertness
And awakeness
Of loneliness
And longing.
Because I'm still too weak
To overcome you.
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