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 Feb 2015 NMarieL
Jared Bogolea
isn't it funny?
how it's easier to blame yourself,
rather than the person who destroyed you?

it's easier to extinguish
the fire inside of you

than to devalue the person
you love (loved)

I will n e v e r allow
someone to rip apart
my self-worth
when they're the ones
who aren't whole.

and neither should you.
haven't written anything in a while
felt good today
 Feb 2015 NMarieL
Alan S Bailey
My memory is filled with icy thoughts so chilled
I begin to stammer, loss of breath, like a ghost
That follows me, my teeth chatter,  so many
Of my warning words that no one ever heard,
Locked away in fear, the watchers always near,
Thoughts flooding with grief, the darkness fraught,
Ever filled with thieves so fast they seem to disappear.

It would seem I am beyond what some deem a good guy in the end,
Every time my breath catches, I seem to feel on the mend.
Then it begins again, a waking crash like flashing light,
Well I never get much rest, before it's over, twilight pests.
They follow me at dusk, this rain, and hail it must,
Until I am lost in thought, I awaken to this unspoken fact,
That if I had not been poor, friends would be at my door.

Blind with broken dreams, this is quite a scene,
It seems that money spoke, it made my life a joke.
Still I ask why oh why oh why? And I get the same answer,
It'll come to you some day, boy, you're getting old, tisk tisk,
This world is cold and full of holes, your worries are absurd,
Not a word, NOT another WORD, your logic is absurd...
 Feb 2015 NMarieL
Rj
Draw
 Feb 2015 NMarieL
Rj
She drew and she drew
Until she looked at all the pictures
And they all were versions of you
 Feb 2015 NMarieL
Joe Cole
It's midnight in the city, a gently falling rain, just the odd car passing, the distant rumble of a train

I sit here and listen to the creatures of the night, listen because I can't see them, they stay out of sight

One sounds stands out above the rest, continually it's heard. Even in the darkest hours the singing of a bird

I know not what she looks like, is she colourful or drab? Well I don't really care that much because her songs are never sad

All night she sings while others sleep, her songs so loud and clear, bringing happiness in the darkness to all who are there to hear

Why does she sing her sweet refrain through the long hours of the night? Perhaps she sings for those of us who have to stay awake

Then come the early morning light and a mighty choir is heard, no human intervention just a choir of singing birds

It's with reluctance that I must leave this place with the coming of the light. But later I'll be back again to hear her singing through the night
Written one wet night while on security duty and yes she did sing
Be the same
That's all we want

No, don't change your hairstyle
Be the same
That's all we want

No, don't have an opinion
Be the same
That's all we want

No, don't argue
Be the same
That's all we want

No, don't show emotion
Be the same
That's all we want

No, don't get angry
Be the same
That's all we want

No, don't run away
Be the same
That's all we want

No, don't cry
Be the same
That's all we want

No, put down that blade
Be the same
That's all we want

No, don't bleed
Be the same
That's all we want

No, take that rope from round your neck
Be the same
That's all we want

No, keep breathing
Be the same
That's all we want

No, they just didn't fit in
Why couldn't they just be the same?
That's all we want
 Feb 2015 NMarieL
NitaAnn
No Words
 Feb 2015 NMarieL
NitaAnn
I do not have words
That will express
How I am feeling right now.*

Overwhelmed
Lost
Hurting
Exhausted


*These barely scratch
The surface of how I feel.
 Feb 2015 NMarieL
NitaAnn
What Ifs
 Feb 2015 NMarieL
NitaAnn
My life is full of questions
I don't have the answers
I don't know that I want to know.

What if he leaves?
What if we don't fix things?
What if I have to start over alone?
What if he doesn't stop?
What if I cannot make it?
What if this is the end?


Whose fault is this?
Mine?
His?
How do I fix it?
Can I fix it?
Should I fix it?


These are only a few of the questions
Racing through my head
I don't have the answers
And I don't know if I want them.
 Feb 2015 NMarieL
NitaAnn
The struggle is real these days.
Seems like every wagon
That DT encourages me to stay on
I keep falling off of.

Come on, Nita, get on
Join the No SI Wagon
Up I hop
And almost as quickly as I am on
I find myself barely staying there
Before you know it
Off I fall
To my
Demise.

Come on, Nita, get on
Join the Sober Wagon
Up I go
And it is the same story
Barely hanging out
Soon to come flying off.

Why can I not stay on?
Does not matter what the wagon is
I am a failure at staying on.
Falling off at the smallest frustrations.

Somebody out there
Share your secrets
How does this work?
What am I doing wrong?
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