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 Jan 2014 NitaAnn
Elise
Oblivion
 Jan 2014 NitaAnn
Elise
If I looked down on myself from above
I would look like a feverish dream
gold bleeding out of my eyes like a cracked open door
and cheeks stained crimson as if being out in the wind too long
rushing breath stumbling
down my lips
I am running
while laying in a mess of heat
heart beating just a little too fast
to make me
"normal"

you bring me down to earth with breaths you whispered into my mouth
maybe you're telling me secrets with your eyes
while I am desperately trying to regulate my heart rate
beautiful doesn't even capture
your hushed voice
tell me again
how to cut off my wings
and be human
you look like a dream
a feverish dream
I don't feel alive
but perhaps
oblivion isn't so bad

I'll throw my head up to the sky
attempting to break the separation
trying to stop running
while standing still
on the edge
of where I could be
and where I am
take my face in your hands
and convince me

I'm not dreaming
 Jan 2014 NitaAnn
Chris
The other day my mother told me
I should be a writer.
I did not have the heart to tell her
that I am everything but a writer.
I hear too much in silences.
I think oceans are often lonely,
and trees don't always want to let go.
More than half of my books
are less than halfway finished.
Someone once told me,
"You're too young to be so old",
but I didn't notice,
I was too busy losing things
I never had.
I'm not weak,
I'm just broken.
Most days are overwhelming;
I often think of not existing.
You should try it sometime,
it's peaceful knowing you don't
mean anything to anyone.
It's a shame sadness seeps
through fingertips, otherwise
one day I might write; even though
I am everything but a writer.
 Jan 2014 NitaAnn
jacqueline diaz
indecisive, reckless. i'm losing my mind.
restless: my heart, my body…i can't control.
these thoughts - consuming me, taking me over.

my head is whispering, "breathe darling breathe."
my heart is crying, my heart is dying
my heart is sighing, "let go, let go."
restless: my soul, "baby, let go"

confused, everything misconstrued.

so used, so broken
so much complication
so much self altercation.

indecisive: my heart.
my head is shouting, "LET GO, LET GO!"
my skin is crawling, my skin is begging
my skin is pleading, "don't hurt me no more."

restless, reckless, dazed
lost in an unnatural haze.
my mind is screaming, my heart is weeping
my body is traveling on a path; indecisive.
which way will it go?
away away, as far away as it will stray.

broken and still laughing, a walking contradiction.
restless: my soul…losing control.
This poem was written one night back in 2011 in a tiny motel room in Maine when I thought my world was ending.
 Jan 2014 NitaAnn
Renae
Sleep
 Jan 2014 NitaAnn
Renae
I fall weightless into space and time
The clock ticks unaware I am timeless
unexplainable dreams open doors to worlds,
places I've never been, then again they seem familiar
someone from the past walks through
I must have been reminiscing
 Dec 2013 NitaAnn
ashw
Yesterday
 Dec 2013 NitaAnn
ashw
Yesterday I took a walk,
And passed between the changing trees,
Their leaves were clinging
With final breaths of life,
Some had fallen, given up,
Waiting to be dust on the forest floor.
But I paid no mind to nature’s course;
My thoughts were focused on useless things.
I walked right past a breathless sight:
A family of deer
Sipping from a flowing stream.
But next week’s pay and due dates flashed,
And I passed right by their frightened dash.
Then, far to my right, two bunnies played,
But I missed that too,
And trampled blindly on.
High above me, in the thinning trees,
A white-furred squirrel hoped from branch to branch,
He jumped right above me for half a mile,
But I never looked up,
Was never caused to smile.
These I missed,
But there were others as well:
A high-flying eagle, a swift-moving fox,
But my mind was circling all those useless things,
Things that worrying never quite solves.
And as I think back on yesterday
To my long, stewing walk,
I regret not stopping
And looking around,
At the beauty of nature
And the joy to be found.
And, in reality,
All those things never happened:
The jumping squirrel,
The playing rabbits,
Or the drinking deer,
And I won’t go back today,
In case they aren’t there,
But I’ll imagine they are,
And that I saw them for real,
So one day they’ll be memories,
And give me something to feel.
 Dec 2013 NitaAnn
Nicole
I feel the need cry
But I can't tell why
Besides the fact of wanting to die
(Except that that makes me feel alright.)
I swear up and down I'm fine
No one sees I'm on the line
Dwindling on something hard to define
Darker than the night.
I'm so sorry
You deserve so much better than me
I'm no longer all that I can be
And nothing near what you need.
Hey maybe I love you
But what is love to do
When there's no feeling to prove it's true
And I'm gone past crazy.
So maybe I'm going to hell
Who am I to tell?
Can there be much worse than this spell?
Depression never leaves anymore.
****, I can't do this
Death is my underlying wish
And I'm nothing to miss
So why drag it out even more?
"No," I apologize,
"That's not wise"
Oh, don't you just love those lies?
Kiss my lips to seal the deal.
Oh no, no worries here
Don't fear
My dear,
I'll see you again.
(But you may luck out
And not have to return the favor then...)
Never judge yourself against others;
only judge yourself against your past self.
 Dec 2013 NitaAnn
Seán Mac Falls
Painter, poised in passing,
Mad colours, melding with light,
Mind illuminated in the stroke,
Brushes tang, tangle in structures
Of vision, the solitudes of smoke,
Perditions fold on black lines,
Splattered in smithereens
Of grace and white.
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