Nobody

Nobody Aug 2018

Desert

Swallowing makes my lips crack and bleed.
I can’t remember my last smile, I can barely breathe.
Every breath produces a sting, that burns
through my chest leaving my body weak.
I try to keep walking but all I feel is an ache.
My eyes can’t focus, I'm going to be sick.
I don’t know how to function in this place,
nothing makes sense.
It's so hard to lift my legs or stand up straight,
my throat is dry I don’t know how much
more heat I can take.
My face is scorched, I'm miserable and worn.
I've been limping through miles of hell.
I can't tell if I'm turning to ash
or starting to melt.
Strong winds keep blowing sand
straight up to the sky,
then I try not to stumble
as I rub my eyes.
I’m so tired from traveling
through the desert of my mind.

Aug 2018

Shannon Ní Bhriain

Why Time?

Who are we?

What am I?

Who makes me breathe?

What makes me cry?

Who counts the hours?
I’m told it’s Time
But who is he
to draw MY lines?

Why fascinate
on trivial life?
Why - curb - what’s - slow
and what flashes by?

Why build me walls
On season and sun,
On passion and memory
On dusk and on dawn?

Why steal my moments,
to not give back?
Why age my YOUTH!
with wrinkle and crack?

Why take away?

Why break apart?

Why pick a ‘day’ - to stop a heart.

#why #questions #life #time #memory #heartache #death #loss #loved #one

Aug 2018

Laura Duran

And So I Write

He loves me, he loves me not
We're meant to be, or so I thought
My heart is broken, the pain is real
I long for peace, from all I feel

I fake a smile, so no one knows
I mimic strength, lest weakness shows
I refuse surrender, I stand and fight
I must succeed, and so I write

The ink it flows, pours from my pen
It heals my heart, and I can breathe again

Minutes into hours, hours into days
The love I held so tightly, starts to fade away
The pain begins to lessen, the tears no longer fall
Seemed misery was forever but it's not that way at all

Those nights you haunt my dreams
Are now few and far between
When memories overtake me, I know I'll be alright
I know now what to do....and so I write

The ink it flows, pours from my pen
It heals my heart and I can breathe again
Yes, I can breathe again.

Nobody Aug 2018

Bleed

That appalling desire,
makes your heart beat so fast.
It’s an unsettling ritual,
which refuses to pass.
The nagging need
to feel something,
and make yourself bleed.
You must act and do it now,
you wait for the great release.
One slice turns into more,
and you need it to hurt.
No one must notice,
hence the morbid allure.
You can’t stop the impulse,
once the fuse is lit.
You tremble with sickly delight,
after every slit.
For now you’re done,
carving your skin.
Since the need seems gone,
even though it doesn’t last long.
But at least in those moments,
you feel that sweet song.

May 2018

Rebel Heart

Things I Wish I Could Tell You Pt.36

...
But in the deafening sounds of silence
There lay thousands of silent screams
Never to be heard by anyone
But the ghosts that haunted
The sinners and the ******
...
If only you could hear
The echoing of their voices
In the corners of my mind
In the emptiness of the night
Then and only then
Would you understand
That behind my smiles
And stupid childish jokes
Lies a thousand unheard screams
Demanding me
To let them break out
And finally be free
...
Because I am the Tortured and the ******.

(Front Page 5/6/2018)

#wish #free #scream #torture #demons #depression #life #secret #silence #sinner

May 2018

Thalia

If I were to love again

If I were to love again,
there will be no more
sugarcoated words
only plain
and straight-to-the-point
conversations.
If I were to love again,
there will be no more
texting you every minute.
Instead,
I'll just hit you up
whenever I feel like it.
If I were to love again,
there will be no more
begging for your time
because I'll make sure
that this time
you're gonna
beg for mine.
If I were to love again,
there will be no more
cute dates
instead,
I'd leave your invite
on read
and for nothing,
I'd let you wait.
If I were to love again,
there will be no more
selfless thoughts
I won't care about you
if you don't care enough.
If I were to love again,
there will be no more
late night talks
I'd sleep just right before
you could even try to start.
If I was to love again
I won't make it
identical as how
I have loved before
because
If I were to love again —
Oh,
I don't think I ever will.

Not
   like
      this.

—Thalia Bautista; I don't want to love like this

#love #poems #poetry #lovepoems #heartbreak #heart #heartache #broken #breaking #hearts