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Mar 2015 · 3.0k
Get Well Soon...
nuffSaid Mar 2015
We're all thinking about you
"Hoping you'll get better is only wishful thinking."
Dad says, but I know that he's dealing with it in his own way
Card my brother sent me while I was in the hospital
Mar 2015 · 578
The Letter He Left:
nuffSaid Mar 2015
I bid you farewell, hope for you the best
in all that you endeavor, in all that puts you to the test.
I need for you to understand why I'm leaving, why I've gone away from the rest.
Perhaps someday, I'll visit you in a dream
There I'll say what I can't today.
Oct 2014 · 940
Apology
nuffSaid Oct 2014
The water so cold
The current so strong
I'm sorry that I couldn't swim against it.
About coming out of the closet, or lack there of.
Apr 2014 · 784
Funeral
nuffSaid Apr 2014
Life decays and molds.
I become acquainted with death,
Sorrow felt no more.
I hate funerals more then anything; it's numbing; it kills me a little inside every time
Apr 2014 · 512
Nocturnal
nuffSaid Apr 2014
If day were like night
With all anguish out of sight
I may just fight life
I hate it when I have to be normal; putting my depressive bouts behind me so that I may be around others
Apr 2014 · 849
Humans
nuffSaid Apr 2014
Red is the color,
It runs deep within our souls
Anguish it beholds.
Just my thoughts on how anger is just a normal expression of ones self
Apr 2014 · 653
Night
nuffSaid Apr 2014
There, awake I lay.
No sleep, my mind runs astray.
Go to sleep! they say.
Insomnia!
A lot of stuff on my mind; can't sleep.
Apr 2014 · 981
Winter walks
nuffSaid Apr 2014
Into that dark silence of thy white night.
I walk alone, amazed by the sight.
The falling snow flakes kiss my cheek, sharp like a knife.
And I, in that moment realize that life, will be, alright.

I walk alone, amused by the sight.
The pure white scenery distracts my want to give up life's fight.
And I, in that moment realize that life, will be, alright.
Because confusion melts away, an inside, I ignite.

Pure and white is the scenery that distracts me from life.
Cold and bitter, devoid of strife.
Confusion melts away, an inside, I ignite.
Revealing inner feelings that reach new heights.

Cold and bitter, devoid of strife.
The falling snow kiss my cheek, sharp like a knife.
Revealing inner feelings that reach new heights.
Into the dark silence of thy Cold night
when times hit rock bottom I like to just take walks (preferably on a snowy night). this is a poem about a stress fighting mechanism that I use a lot in the winter (hardest part of the year --for me).
Apr 2014 · 4.8k
Momentary
nuffSaid Apr 2014
In moments like these
we like to think life's a breeze
It puts us at ease.
Weekends with my friends
Apr 2014 · 18.1k
**Rape.**
nuffSaid Apr 2014
Need to hide my face
Can not explain this feeling
Defeat, and disgrace.
Alone with my free time I sort of put myself in the shoes of my sister; attempting to embody her feelings following this traumatic event.
Jan 2014 · 453
Request
nuffSaid Jan 2014
For all these years I've not been here
because I have a chronic fear
that being in the present tense
would strip me of my last defense
against the terror known as "life,"
which I have found to be too rife
with anguish, heartbreak and despair
for any feeling soul to bear.
Thus I have kept myself apart,
pretended that I have no heart,
avoided being too awake,
and searched for ways that I could fake
a pseudo-personality
concealed in much banality
to deftly substitute in lieu
of really being here with you.
I've gotten very good at this,
and only dimly do I miss
the warmth that other people feel
who have the courage to be real.
I think my way of life is best,
and so I make this firm request:
Don't wake me up, don't make me see
my triumph is a tragedy.
!!Not my poem!! It's by John Greening
Jan 2014 · 709
No time to feel
nuffSaid Jan 2014
The way that I've arranged my life,
I've left no time to feel.
This anesthetic works so well
I never do reveal
my feelings even to myself
or to those close to me.
By keeping busy all the time
I act like I am free,
and if I have some time to spare
I fill it up real fast,
and pray this numbing sedative
is somehow going to last.
When nosey people question me
I hasten to explain
this is my plan to get through life
by minimizing pain,
and yet at times I lie awake
obsessed by sudden doubt—
I worry that I'm just a fool
and somehow missing out.
I do not hope to really live
but merely to survive,
but will I mourn when I'm near death
not having been alive?
!!**This is not my work**!!it's by john greening

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