Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Feb 2015 A Wegner
Roxxanna Kurtz
I look so good in your clothes,
and even in your bed;
With sunlight dripping down my knees
and your fingers grazing my back.
You've melted into my skin,
and invaded my heart and head.
And love is like your fingertips
as they trace my hips and thighs.
Or how your lips race across my collarbone,
and somehow sink into mine.
And you tear me down so quickly,
with one look and that smile.
I don't know how we've ended up here,
*but I hope you stay awhile.
 Feb 2015 A Wegner
Rachael Judd
Sitting side by side he asks in a whispered voice,
"Whats the first thing you notice on a person"
I replied, "their eyes".
After a moments pause he asks me why
I explain that no matter what color or shade
An eye will tell you how deep there secrets go,
How much they love
Or how sad their heart is
Eyes will tell you how passionate a person is
Or how dark the deepest pits of them are.
When i look at you, i see all the good things, and the not so good things.
Everyone thinks the mouth spills secrets and lies
But i promise you, its all in the eyes.
 Feb 2015 A Wegner
Bailey Lewis
I like poetry
Like a painter likes art
While they make brush strokes
I stand up and try to evoke
Feelings  
I can’t paint a picture with a brush
But I sure as hell can with words
For instance
Some of the most beautiful things
Come from sadness
I’ve seen Poets hold back tears
When talking about lost lovers
I’ve met vagabonds who run
From state to state looking for
A place to call home
I’ve held my baby brother and sister
In my arms while I smile to myself
Knowing that they will have a better
Future than me.
I put these thoughts into poems
Because we use feelings to create
It doesn’t matter if it’s
Poetry, photography or painting
We all have an escape
My favorite artist killed himself
At the age of 29
His only escape
Consisted of starry nights
Wandering in wheat fields
And painting the man he wishes
He could be
Not realizing he had
All of the time in the world
To find his happiness
But It didn’t take much time
For the bullet to enter his chest
Lead penetrating his heart
Where his passion should be
His last words were
The Sadness will last forever
And it does
It feels like an eternity
When depression is clawing your back
Leaving you bruised and scarred
When anxiety comes crawling back
Leaving you broken and breathless
Realizing the person you once were
Is no longer the person you truly are
You’re not the same kid
That your single mother raised
Working night shifts at bars
Where people were shot in cold blood
Because my father decided
That leaving a 19-year-old woman
With a newborn was a good idea
You’re not the same teenager who prayed
To a god every night and ended up
Being even more alone than before
I don’t believe in hell
But if it’s real then I’m already living in it
You soon begin to realize
That life doesn’t owe you anything
So you try to make the best of it
Even when you’re dying inside
Because life is about memoires
Sometimes you have to stop and smell the roses
Watch the sunset and sunrise
You have to travel to the places
You dreamed of seeing as a kid
To remember the innocence
Fall in love with someone that
Leaves a fire in your chest
That cannot be extinguished
Because for once
Waking up will be okay
If they’re in your arms
Learn to live your own life
Before you teach somebody else
How to live theirs
Learn to love yourself
Learn to live freely
And don’t be afraid to explore
You have to be lost
To eventually find where
You belong anyway
So don’t rush to your destination
There’s so much to see along the way
This was inspired by the Vincent Van Gogh painting, "Wheatfield with Crows." The last painting he painted before committing suicide.
When you thought your world was crystal clear
were you looking at life through a distorted mirror?
The monsters are coming
They’re clawing
My door

There is no chain
Lock
Nor key

No
Hiding
Anymore

Hide n Seek
Is their favorite
Game

They’re Strong
Patient
Beasts

Won’t
Leave
Till they feast

Their
Food being
Fear

Plenty
In stock
Here

Just when
I think
I am safe

Their shadows
Dance
Awake

I scream
Silent Fear

Copyright©2015 Kelly Chase
All Rights Reserved
This is the feeling of depression creeping in and consuming you, and you trying to fight it but it overcomes you anyway.

This is partly inspired by "The Monster." the song by Eminem and Rihanna,of course I had nothing to do with the song.
 Feb 2015 A Wegner
oni
anxiety
 Feb 2015 A Wegner
oni
my body
does not belong
to me
so stop
treating my actions
like my own
 Feb 2015 A Wegner
bailey
MY       MIND       IS       BLUE       AND    
BLACK       AND       WHITE       AND
NOTHING       MAKES       SENSE
I       DON'T       KNOW       WHAT       IS
WRONG       WITH       ME       I       WANT
TO      WRITE       BEAUTIFUL       WORDS
TO       SPILL       THE       CONTENTS       OF
MY       HEAD       BUT       ALL       I       HAVE
IS       AN       OLD       NAPKIN       SOAKED
WITH       MY       OWN       BLOOD       MY
ONLY       COMPANY       ANYMORE       IS
THE       BUGS       CRAWLING       BENEATH
MY       SKIN       MY       HEART       MY
MIND      IS      CEASING       TO      EXIST    
AND       THE       BUGS       ARE       LAUGHING
IN      MY       FACE
Let me just say,
I'm sorry for all of this:
The lack of appreciation and the disrespect.
All the times I put my tongue in my cheek,
or my head up my ***.
I never looked in the mirror and saw
someone I didn't like...until now.
I see weakness in my eyes.
My bones feel paper thin.
I may not be perfect but, baby I was trying!
It hurts more than you know,
to come to our empty home..
and sit down all alone.
Yet I did this to myself?
I just ******* miss you.
If I abused anything, ****,
it was calling you mine.
I said it like I knew you'd never leave me.
and it didn't change a thing.
You walked away like I was nothing.
I watched the videos of us,
printed the pictures.
Torturing myself for no reason.
A moment of happiness has slipped.
through my fingers. Or has it?
I'm confused about life,
about who I am.
Without you I'm nothing,
I'm not who I want to be.
I keep telling myself I don't need you.
I don't, okay? I don't.
I wanted to grow old with you.
Never lose those precious butterflies.
You always gave me butterflies.
Sometimes I miss the constant attention,
nagging, screaming, cursing..?
I regret the arguments and I never
wanted to hurt you.
But I did. I did and I understand I
Can never take it back but at least,
can you forgive me?
I'm terribly sorry.
For all the nights I slammed doors,
pushed you out of the room, screamed back.
I'm sorry for crying so much and nagging.
I hate myself when I look back,
I still cant believe I said some of the things
I screamed at you.
I just needed you to hear me.
I loved the way you laugh,
disappear for 30 minutes,
even that stupid ******* smacking
of stupid ******* peanut butter.
I would rather hear you smacking,
than the silence that is now my life.
Does that hurt?
How could you be so dumb?
I just wanna come home, slip off my shoes
Play Diablo 3 with you.
But **** it, I don't ******* need you.
All those nights I waited for you to come home,
Every time I called and got your voicemail,
Every ******* inaudible voicemail I left.
Had I known, ******. Had I only know.
You were never alone.
You were just a ******* L I A R.
And you'll never be any better.
Everytime I woke you up because I
had thought you had slept long enough
just because I missed you that much.
How could you be so dumb?
I loved you like no one else ever will.
I thought that was bad, this is worse.
You are a *******.
How did I love you so ******* much?
I must be missing something here.
And  mean literally.
I'm missing my other half.
Or am I really? Maybe,
just maybe..you're missing me.
Missing the all night phone calls,
the chats over lunches, smoke breaks
and texts back and forth.
The cute pictures we would take,
I'm sorry for always being so specific.
I remember how much you hated
my selfies with you. I'm so sorry
I wanted to show the world that I was yours.
You made so many arguments and it kills me now.
How could I be so dumb?
I know I can change and, I was trying.
But it wasn't going anywhere. Yet.
And it didn't need to. I was good for you.
Still, I know I can make a difference in myself.
Maybe..be someone you would like.
Someone you could truly love.
But I'm good how I am.
You always said I tried to change you,
yet it was you always picking at my flaws.
Oh, am I not the same?
Not that 17 year old with pink hair.
Goofy, care free, college bound.
Not that young, quiet, shy girl from 1300 miles away.
No. I became the loud, nagging wife you lived with everyday.
Have you ever thought it was because of you?
You stole my young heart, took me from my home,
showed me what a man's love was and then,
you just ripped my ******* heart from my chest.
And I will never, ever change. Not for you.
I'm sick of thinking, sick of feeling.
Away from you, my mind is reeling.
Remember?

It's because I'm finally seeing that you,
you are the one at fault here.
 Feb 2015 A Wegner
Makenzie Marie
"Just Don't worry"
They say.
They tell me it's okay.

But tell me,
Is anxiety
something I can wish away?
Is depression simply a nightmare
A dream that Im drowning
From which I can suddenly wake up happy?
Is my anorexic mentality,
My bulimic brain
Nothing but a bad dream?
Is it even possible for me
To just not worry?
Because if there is a way
To escape my brain
To run away from my pain,
I haven't found it.

But you're right,
**It's "okay"

— The End —