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My dreams, when I awake, make me feel so alone.

I'm dreaming of butterflies who speak that change is good but I wake up with the world collapsing on my head and shivering under two blankets over my head.

I'm dreaming of a ****** moon and sitting beside you sharing a cigarette I'm dreaming of sun rays through my fingers and large beds shared with you

I'm dreaming of full moons and open skies, driving reckless and being a ghost in my own world I wake up and I am cadet on blankets and soundless in my own body.

I'm dreaming of screaming, and yelping, and darkness around me, doors closing fast and locked doors unlocking before my eyes and waking up feeling like a safe bet.

Only to know that I'm running away from the truth that lies beneath me.

I'm dreaming of a new me, whose screaming. "This place is suffocating!" and wake up seeing the same jail with no bars but walls that block the sun.

I'm dreaming of coming out of hiding and finally realizing, a voice tells me to step forward but I am still falling backwards when I wake up and my wide open eyes have forgotten the visions.
its late at night again
and my hands are shaky
because i think i drank a bit too much *****
the burning in my throat is better than the hurt in my heart
and my palms are sweaty and my heart is beating fast and i
wish i could call you but you won't pick up the phone when you see
my number anymore and the scars are becoming more noticeable just
like your love for her and i wish you could see what you did to me but
you just left me here to bleed
 Oct 2014 Nicholas Rew
C R W
8-29-14
 Oct 2014 Nicholas Rew
C R W
Depression is like holding a scalding hot cup of coffee,
Some days it burns you constantly,
Sometimes it's a dull ache
Sometimes it gets cold,
Until something comes and fills your cup again
Old poems
Yesterday I wrote nothing
I didn't read a thing.

Yesterday I had almost a perfect day
Which I spent with mine
And we laughed, we played, we flirted with the mundane.

Even though I was oblivious to the world and nothing could touch me,
That bittersweet image of you was bold enough to invade my mind
And remind me of my broken heart.
He watches her sleep peacefully,
Her warm chest rise and fall,
Her kind heart beating rhythmically,
In answer to love’s call.

He thinks back to the darker days,
His cold and lonely youth,
His time spent in a silent daze,
Lost in depressing truth.

He dreamt of love and happiness,
A world where pain could end,
A life without the emptiness,  
Where broken hearts can mend.

He looks back at this fragile form,
This angel in disguise,
This creature that could tame a storm,
With nothing but her eyes.

He curls up close beside her now,
To gently draw her near,
To feel her breath so soft and slow,
And drift in love so dear.
I walk the world with thoughts of you
In every place I go
Your voice is on the winter wind
Your footprints in the snow
And every tool I try to use to scrape you from my mind
Cuts your name onto my tongue
And beats me till I'm blind
I layed my head upon your knees and breathed the air you breathed
I cut myself when you were cut to know just how you bleed
Now as I walk this empty earth with nothing but a face
To breathe me and to bleed me
Until I leave this place
They ask me if I still love you.

I blush, grin and say;

of course.

Why?

Because your eyes are of the most utter ocean blue,

but other days they're the currents of the stormy grey sea.

I see a current of salty water, deep, once blue, but now a faded grey.

I see a bundle of darkened grey clouds in the distance,

and the thunder rumbles from your irises,

and I hear it pound in the back of my mind.

I wonder if you knew.

I see a spark of lightening flash, only once in a while,

while you look at her.

My throat corrodes with bile.


She says she sees green demons lurking in the depth of my own ocean currents,

and I shrug.

What am I supposed to say?

I know you think about her.

Night and day.


The hardest part,

is a generic, old saying.

If you love them,

you let them go.

If they love you enough to stay,

or to come back,

you never let go.





But you haven't come back.
EDIT: Wow. Never expected this to blow up as big as it did. I thank you all so much!
EDIT: 2/15/14
i would say i never loved you, but that is a lie.
they say that your *first* love makes *you realize*, your first *love* wasnt really your first.
i pray for the day this happens.
*getting over you was the best thing i ever did.
and i did it for myself.*
so, one last:
*******.
you.***
EDIT: 9/14/14
i still hate you.
and you don't deserve her.
EDIT:   12/01/14
im sorry. you still arent
the same person
and neither is she.
but we all grow up.

EDIT
10/14/20
I was going through my bookmarks
on my old computer and found my old writings.
I just wanted to update this one last time to say things are better,
things are good. Thanks again for all the likes and comments.
You smiled like I didn't know
Little did you know I knew it
Draw it up. Curl it back. Pearly whites are gazing
Blinding but I see right through
Perceptions hazy but the metaphors are blazing
The more you learn the less you know
Stay stupid. Stay green. Leaves change, then die you see?

So much for standing out. You think that's what it's all about
This circle of life only encircles so much,
So why wait when you can open that door yourself
Break it down. Shout it out. This is what we're all about
Leave 'em like you left 'em. Dice 'em into sections
Drill that tooth. Steal their truth. Thieve those diamonds. Pull 'em loose
Wrap them up like Mother Goose
Hide it then divide it but don't split that seed inside it
See it but don't buy it
Only see if you can try it

--Christian J. Clark
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