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Sep 2015 · 1.8k
blind is deaf
moss Sep 2015
this voice of mine was designed
to be written, not spoken
to be read, not heard

but we seem to live in a society where
to be seen, you have to be loud
and they say written words can't shout

and so I shall forever remain
invisible

but only to those
who keep their eyes closed
to choose to be blind is to choose to only hear a fraction of those who wish to speak
Sep 2015 · 644
Grass Stains and Mud Spots
moss Sep 2015
Green smudges on a child's knees
As he falls into the grass
After playing in the trees

Dirt puddles on a child's pants
From rolling in the soil
But no one takes a second glance

Grass stains and mud spots
The wounds of a child's play
Maybe if our scars were only that
We'd all be okay
Sep 2015 · 426
The Plague
moss Sep 2015
Ring around the rosie
Red inflamed circles of hurt
Keep them hidden deep because
People are terrified
That pain is contagious

Pocket full of posies
Show the world only beautiful things
Because everything comes with strings
And they don't want to see
The truth and harsh reality

Ashes, ashes
Burn your faults and burn your fears
So that no one will ever find them here
Put on a mask to hide your melted face
So that no one will ever see your disgrace

We all fall down*
Don't ever let them see you trip
Though we all do the same and rip
The only difference between us is our names
For we are *all
hiding our shame
An epidemic that continues to sweep the world: pain. Symptoms may include but are not limited to: overwhelming emotions, loneliness, shame, sadness, being overly guarded. Please consult a doctor if you think you may have contracted this ailment.
Sep 2015 · 428
Turn Off The Tears
moss Sep 2015
Don't cry, don't cry
Not now, not here
Don't let them see it anywhere
Hold your breath and count to ten
Then slowly let it out again
Point your chin up to the sky
Look up and then wipe your eyes
Put a cork in it
No one wants to see
How you're hurting
How you feel
A casual conversation to have with yourself upon the occasion of publicly-leaking eyes.
Sep 2015 · 328
Ashes to Ashes
moss Sep 2015
She burnt up as her life burnt down
But her screams for help did not make a sound
And all of the joys that she had ever found
Were long turned into ashes now
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Sep 2015 · 4.0k
Caramel
moss Sep 2015
the child gazed with caramel eyes
up towards the vast, dark sky
and with contentment he sighed
as he watched a dragonfly
make its way into the night
Sep 2015 · 428
Embroidered Heart
moss Sep 2015
Her name was embroidered on his fragile heart
Only thin stitches kept him from falling apart
The thousands of needle ****** couldn't compare
To the agony he felt when she was not there
His aorta was lined with little yarn knots
That made her fill and clutter all of his thoughts
As the thick blood passed through it got stuck in the thread
And he could not forget a single word that she said
And so a blood clot formed and he fell in love
She was now something he could never be free of
Sep 2015 · 258
Show and Tell
moss Sep 2015
Tell me, tell me
What makes you tick?
What makes your mind free
From everyone's tricks?

Show me, show me
All of your scars
All that you want to be
And all that you are

Let me, let me
Know all about you
Hit me with your debris
And make my feelings new
Sep 2015 · 583
After the Rain
moss Sep 2015
dear,
beloved
clouds bring me
your deluge for I am
parched. this well has gone
dry, and I have nothing left to give,
so water me with your life and let me
live lushly. let my leaves become dark green
instead of this dry brown that crumbles at any
touch. pump my wilted stems with energy
to power my brilliant growth towards the
shinning blue sky that will gratefully
occur after the rain.
Sep 2015 · 334
Death by Kindness
moss Sep 2015
Your faults they will seem to ignore
Your value they claim to adore
They don't make it seem like a chore
They don't claim that it makes them sore
Until they are done and slam the door
Only to leave you on the floor
Kindness didn't used to be a war
It doesn't seem like that anymore
Though they used to restore
They now only deplore
They will drown you 'til you're washed ashore
Until you've nothing left to live for
Some people take "**** them with your kindness" the wrong way.
Sep 2015 · 439
Warping Wounds
moss Sep 2015
While tending to the wounds of others
Crowded emotions seem to smother
Used as a distraction from our own pain
And happens to work out for others' gain
On the inside all we feel is void
Until we are completely destroyed
So do not get lost in the raging flood
And drown in your own pool of blood
Aug 2015 · 568
I Am No Bird
moss Aug 2015
I am no bird
I cannot fly in the clouds
and I do not grovel on the ground
trying to trick slimy worms

no net ensnares me
you cannot keep me enslaved
and I will not stay here in your cage
pleading for your sympathy

I am a free human being
never shall I kneel before you
and you can never make me bow down
praising your indecency

with an independent will**
never shall I let you decide
and you can never govern my life
ruling with your tyranny
"I am no bird, and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will." - Jane Eyre (Charlotte Bronte)
Aug 2015 · 1.0k
conformity is deformity
moss Aug 2015
society revels in the riddle of conformity
every day, living out this deformity
begging to keep up this crazed enormity
Aug 2015 · 1.0k
Full Moon
moss Aug 2015
she felt a connection with the moon
because it was like her in so many ways

it too illuminated the darkness
but was merely a reflection

it too was surrounded by emptiness
but was not completely alone

it too was full of craters and crevices
but still remained full
Aug 2015 · 1.5k
Sunsets and Swing Sets
moss Aug 2015
< sunset >
bring me your celestial wonders of light
show me your colors of pluto and mars
quickly before the sky fades into the night

< swing set >
sway me so high that I fall into the clouds
launch me up into the moon and stars
quickly before we're covered by darkness' shroud
Aug 2015 · 2.8k
Playground Countdown
moss Aug 2015
5
monkey bars
they were all she could hold on to
when the ground crumbled
beneath her trembling feet

4
swings
they were the metronomes
that conducted her life
so she could stay together

3
slides
they helped her explain
what she was feeling
when everything was moving too fast

2
basketball hoops
they showed her how to do
what other people wanted
to get what she needed

1*
merry-go-round*
that taught her how not to puke
when things wouldn't stop spinning
inside of her head
Life is just a playground full of little children and their games.
moss Aug 2015
If I had to guess on what I've seen
I'm not too sure that she likes me
I've played the game, I know it well
But with this girl it's hard to tell

If I could talk to just anyone
Then talking to him would be fun
He seems funny, he seems so nice
I only need to break the ice


I'm afraid of what she might say
If I give too much of myself away
If she thinks me another man
Will she like me for who I am

When conversing, he seems so closed
Almost as if he is trying to pose
Wondering what he is hiding
I conclude that it's dividing


With her style and class she is far above me
Afraid to ask if she could ever love me
A girl like her, a boy like me
I have my wants, she is my need*

With his depth and thought he's far away from me
Afraid to wonder if he could know me
A mind like his, a fool like me
My longing for him is decreed
Aug 2015 · 1.3k
Lonesome Longings
moss Aug 2015
Sometimes I get a longing
to fade into the sky
to watch my skin turn pink and orange
and drift into the night

Sometimes I get a longing
to sink into the sea
to hear my voice become the waves
and crash along the shore

Sometimes I get a longing
to wane into the wind
to blow between the brushing leaves
and touch tree tops again

I long to be a calming force
but one that's violent too
I long to take just any course
of this life that I so choose
Aug 2015 · 516
the space between my words
moss Aug 2015
the things left unspoken
live in the space between my words
the little area of nothingness
is not really all my world
all you can see is a blank space
you can't look into my thoughts
but maybe, only if you could
you'd see I'm just a knot
but just because I can't express it
doesn't mean it isn't there
*the galaxies inside of me
aren't so simply shared
Aug 2015 · 378
alarm clock
moss Aug 2015
the shrill sound
sends shivers
down my
spine
as
I
am
forced
to think of
the time ticking
and never quitting
morning=mourning
moss Aug 2015
There's a quality to her smile
That these days is not often seen
One that triggers memories
Of places you'd hate to leave

There's a depth inside of her eyes
Of oceans deep and rivers wide
No submarine could endure
The bottom of her waters

There's a sad ache to her touch
A whisper on her wind
That brings you oh so close to her
Then let's you go again

There's a graveness in her voice
A silence filled with screams
That penetrates your very soul
If you dare to listen

Would you like to know a secret
If you do, this one's for free
If you care to dare to look real close
You'll see this girl is me
Aug 2015 · 621
One Week of Sanity
moss Aug 2015
One week left
'til school starts
One week left
'til I fall apart

Preparations begin
for sleepless nights
Frustrations give in
to haunting frights

Anxiety skyrockets
in my weary mind
Checking all my pockets
to see if I can find

Time

*Just a little bit longer
Of having sanity as an option
I'm not ready for school to start. Please notify me if you know where to find and how to hire a time lord.
moss Aug 2015
What if I'm not good enough
What if my mind finally crumbles
What if I just can't be tough
What if my feet start to stumble

What if my fake little smile
Couldn't hold up my face
What if they don't walk a mile
In my shoes, in my place

What if they know how much I care
About them and everything
What if they shoot me out of the air
And saw off my frail wings

What if I decide to trust someone
But I make a mistake
What if I don't say that I'm done
Before I fall and break

What if I act just a little too nice
And they only take me for granted
What if I point out a horrible vice
And their opinion of me is slanted

I know, I know
I say I don't care
*Yet, full of woe
I've no smiles to spare
I've recently been realizing how long I've been living in denial about how much I care what other people think about me. In all honesty, I couldn't care less if people make judgments based on how I look or dress because that only shows how shallow and superficial they are. However, it's been occurring to me how terrified I am of people making judgments about me, as a person, based on things I do or the way I act.
Aug 2015 · 221
writer's block
moss Aug 2015
staring at the
plain
page

from inside a
muffled
mind

full of my
empty
efforts

wasting all my
ticking
time

drying my pen's
idle
ink

as I sit here
trying to think
Gotta love the irony in writing about writer's block :)
Jul 2015 · 252
silence screams
moss Jul 2015
it is in the silence that we hear
our innermost screams
so we keep our heads busy with noise
anything to avoid the dark abyss
that we all know will come upon us
when we think everything is calm
even though we know it never will be

the storms inside of us
will continue to rage
until the day we die
Jul 2015 · 425
Depths Not Understood
moss Jul 2015
I know that no one understands me.
No one ever has,
and I don't expect anyone ever will.
If I spoke in
every language ever murmured,
no one would know what my words meant.
Even if, as I spoke,
the sea and stars
and all the universe
rolled off my tongue,
my words would still never reach anyone's ears.
But, for some reason,
I keep waiting for someone
to come along and know my depths
before I breathe a single word.
Feeling in the mood for some free form today :)
I know that to some people this may sound kind of like emo or something, but it's totally not. Recently I've felt oddly content in the knowledge that I think differently than others and not as empty about the fact that I've never known anyone who really got me. It's almost become comforting, in a way, to know that no one else is thinking your thoughts.
Jul 2015 · 466
Parasite
moss Jul 2015
Sometimes when I look in the mirror
I feel like I am not what I see
The whole world might run in terror
If they were to truly see me

See, all I do is live in this shell
This isn't who I really am
I only need a dark place to dwell
This show I give is just a sham

I'm not a lump of organs and flesh
That eats and walks and ***** in breath
With this body, I can't seem to mesh
Maybe that's why I do not fear death

In my conscious mind is where I live
Trapped here inside my aching skull
If you would see what I have to give
I may no longer seem so dull

It's not my brain that's the hurricane
It's only me, a parasite
Here inside this host of cellophane
Always in invisible plight
Look at ME! No, not my face, not my mask, not my shell... please look at ME.

"Take away this mask of flesh and bone, and see me for my soul alone." - Hannah Baker (a character from Jay Asher's novel 13 Reasons Why)
Jul 2015 · 266
Insanity?
moss Jul 2015
Do you ever feel insanity
Is almost more sane
Than this world's sick humanity
Ignoring their pain?
Jul 2015 · 5.2k
Invasive Empathy
moss Jul 2015
I don't know how to describe
But they all seem to inscribe
Their every pain on me

Whenever someone feels down
I just kind of start to frown
But they will never see

I know it doesn't make sense
My feelings are so intense
And they drive me crazy

What I feel is much deeper
The cliff doesn't get steeper
Will I ever be free?
Struggles of an empath... It's very difficult to describe in words, but when I say I know how someone feels, I say it in all seriousness. I may not know how to express my feelings, but they're there. I kind of just soak up people's emotions unconsciously. Like, there will be someone who walks in the room who's in a bad mood, and I just kind of feel horrible without even realizing someone has walked in. Call me weird, but I can't help it. I may never say anything, but I know. And that's weird. But then my mind gets so clouded by other people's emotions that I'm not always sure how I actually feel... wow, I'm too complicated. Oh well.
Jun 2015 · 482
Brighter than Night
moss Jun 2015
What a wondrous delight!
We have conquered the night!
Oh, this glorious light,
Has driven off our fright!

But- gosh golly- oh my!
Have you seen the bright sky?
Do not worry or sigh,
For today, we will fly!

In the clouds, we will soar!
High up, above the moor!
Oh, how the sea will roar,
When we're far past the shore!

Come now, and please do follow!
There's not time tomorrow!
Do not sit and wallow,
But fly like the swallow!

Fly now, my bird,
**For we shall never know
When the skies will close.
Sometimes we spend so much time comparing how good something is to other good things. But sometimes to enjoy the present good, you must compare it not to the brightest day but rather the darkest night. Change your perspective.
Jun 2015 · 682
distraught by the plot
moss Jun 2015
and sometimes she thought
all her life had ever wrought
was a thickened plot

and tied in a knot
she wondered if she would rot
every time she fought

and she was distraught
that she might never be caught
she was always fraught

and she hadn't taught
herself all the things she ought
so sickness she bought
Jun 2015 · 788
The Drought's Sprout
moss Jun 2015
there was surely no doubt
that his eyes were a drought
both of them lacked a spout
for no fire to put out
would ever make him pout
so all he does is flout
and sometimes hang about
but he will never sprout
Inspired by a random thought I had that, in a way, tears put out the fire in our hearts when it's scorching our souls.
Jun 2015 · 5.1k
dependence on independence
moss Jun 2015
he kept trying to convince himself
that he didn't need anyone else
so he spent his days up on a shelf

many hours went by when he just thought
about how independent he was
so without help his battles were fought

sometimes he would almost get worn out
but he had a fear of going soft
so his freedom he never did doubt

without others he could feel alone
although he had grown far much too cold
so he was lonlier than they'd known
Jun 2015 · 414
satin soul
moss Jun 2015
all she ever was, was a satin soul
she hoped that, one day, he'd make her whole
before she was singed by the burning coal
before she completely lost control

her fabric wasn't ever truly real
it was only soft to touch and to feel
she only wanted the silk's smooth appeal
her forgery she was forced to conceal

she stuck with satin, closed within her walls
but always wondered what was down the hall
still there she sits, that little satin doll
and she will always be afraid to fall
Jun 2015 · 263
dead silence
moss Jun 2015
in the dead of night
the silence overwhelms me
and I can hear all
Jun 2015 · 3.1k
The Masquerade
moss Jun 2015
Come on in! Step inside!
Don't forget: try to hide!
Cover your weary face
With soft ribbons and lace.
You'll win at any task
If you just wear this mask.
Don't ever let them know.
Don't let emotions show.
We'll teach you a smooth dance,
So you'll live in a trance.
Your face will never fall
Within this sacred hall!
Life will be a parade!
Come to the masquerade!
Jun 2015 · 447
Unspoken Spade
moss Jun 2015
I often want to tell you,
But, you see, I'm too afraid.
So I go and live my life
The host of a masquerade.
One day, I'll lie in my grave
Buried by the earth and *****.
Regret things I never said
And all the mistakes I made.

*Words left unspoken
Will bury you alive.
Jun 2015 · 1.3k
Disaster Hereafter
moss Jun 2015
There's always a place
Where the sand meets the sea,
Yet Earth's changing face
Seems so stable to me.

Nature is a maze
Mountains, deserts, and plains,
Yet we, in our craze,
Seem to enjoy its chains.

Dependence, we own
We kiss the dry soil,
Yet seeds we have sown
Seem so worth the toil.

Pains we do endure
Natural disaster,
Yet this ground's allure
Results in hereafter.
Jun 2015 · 2.4k
Hide and Seek
moss Jun 2015
All my nights are hide and seek
Searching here and there for sleep
Just around the corner, I peek
Falling down a ***** so deep
I can barely even speak
So I lay here, counting sheep
Jun 2015 · 5.1k
Comfortable Vulnerabilities
moss Jun 2015
Usually I hide away
Deep within my shell
I'm safe

Usually I just obey
Ignorance, I sell
I'm sound

Usually I do not say
And I dare not tell
I'm silent

Somehow, unlike anyone else
*You make me comfortable
When I'm vulnerable
May 2015 · 1.5k
capture
moss May 2015
Photographs can't capture
The majesty of sight
The daisies in the rain
Cloaked in vibrant light

Recordings can't capture
The music of ears
Melody of wonder
All I wish to hear

Words can't always capture
Feelings I possess
Raging storms in me
Leave me as a mess
May 2015 · 3.0k
Spell from Hell
moss May 2015
Deeply she fell
Under his spell
The wishing well
Just couldn't tell
Or hear her yells
Right through her cell
Within it dwells
Her living hell
May 2015 · 1.8k
Illusion
moss May 2015
All that we can see
All that we can hear
Is nothing but a dream
It isn't really there
"Reality exists in the human mind and no where else."
-George Orwell
May 2015 · 436
Inevitable Asphyxiation
moss May 2015
When I am near
I lose my breath
In a swift movement

When I am gone
I lose my breath
In a slow suffocation

Both are excruciating
But I can't seem to decide
Which is worse
May 2015 · 1.4k
Nothing But Your Words
moss May 2015
Nothing but your words
Float in my head

Nothing but your words
Heavy as lead

Nothing but your words
Hang by a thread

Nothing but your words
Fill me with dread
A poem about overthinking and social anxiety.
May 2015 · 1.6k
cardiac arrhythmias
moss May 2015
Thinking about him:
palpatations

Being around him:
flutter

Talking to him:
fibrillation

All that's left is
cardiac arrest...
Far from poetry, but I found this while I was cleaning my room and thought it was interesting. I think I wrote it a couple years ago.
May 2015 · 2.2k
Those Eyes
moss May 2015
Those eyes captivate me
When I look into them
I lose the ability to breathe

Those eyes reach into me
They grab my stomach
And tie it in a thousand knots

Those eyes devastate me
I cannot know about the
Universe that lies inside them

Those eyes are a mystery
But a miniscule clue
Has been left behind...

And I don't know what to do.
May 2015 · 1.7k
The Caged Bird's Song
moss May 2015
It's been asked before
But nevermore
Why does the caged bird sing?

He's been locked away
No sight of day
Why does the caged bird sing?

His vision's blocked
Out of sight, he's locked
Why does the caged bird sing?

No soul to hear
His voice so clear
Why does the caged bird sing?

But oh how his song
Is out of tune, it's wrong
Why does the caged bird sing?

Maybe what he sings
Isn't what it seems
Maybe it's only screams.
"We think the caged birds sing, when indeed they cry."
-John Webster
May 2015 · 9.3k
summer vacation
moss May 2015
summer is my freedom
stress and anxiety leave me
my mind breaks the chains
School needs to end like right now. Three more weeks...
May 2015 · 745
The Snow Child
moss May 2015
Skin made of frost
Hair made of snow
Thought to be lost
But only she knows

Dashes around
Quick as her fox
Never is bound
But destiny knocks

The cold gives life
It pumps her heart
Never caused strife
Love tore her apart

It took her down
Though she was warned
She falls and drowns
When a child is born

And as she melts
Without the cold
She knew she felt
What she had been told
Inspired by Eowyn Ivey's novel The Snow Child. What a beautiful story! **SPOILER ALERT** It's a classic Russian fairytale about an old couple without children and they build a snow child that comes to life, but this is taken to a whole knew level. In the novel it depicts a variation of the story where it ends with her falling in love and melting, but instead of her dying automatically, it's after she's given birth to a child and domesticated too long. It has a bitter sweet ending, but it is truly a beautiful story. It is definitely one of the best books I've ever read.
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