Riley Smith

Mar 2016

Flo

Dear night,
my old friend
In need of your serenity
I sit here staring at my hand

I need new words
I'm out of lines
Too much emotions
Struggling times

A great companion
Standing by my side
A secure feeling
Is what you provide

We've been writing poems
Together, from the start
Please don't fail me
Help me create another piece of art

I write poems in the middle of the night, so it is my loyal and taciturn companion. But it never fails to provide the enviroment most comfortable for writing poetry.

#poetry #writersblock #friend #night #emotions #companion #struggling

Mar 2016

Taylor

Poetic Mess

Hello again
My poetry friends.
Relapsed and
So I've grabbed
My pen

To share with you
The words and rhymes
Spilt,
Ever so delicately.
Please don't mind

~Taylor

Riley Smith Mar 2016

Details.

Details eroded from your memory.
Every second of every day another grain slips away.
A piece of past surpassed as memories rush in and only portions hold fast.
No way to make them last as the day melts away and your brain
begins to decay, fade away, no way to
pay
for the mistakes that you've made as you try to survive
this hopeless life, filled with strife,
collisions with the decisions that you made,
wash them away as you choke down all the pain,
your head under water and continue to delay confrontation.
Goodbye.

Riley Smith Mar 2016

Tomorrow.

When tomorrow comes what will there be
other than the wind that dances through the trees?

Will the sun burst and leave us with a lack of peace as the lone survivors run through the streets? Or will our sleep be serene and filled with dreams of pale skies and bright eyes, continuing to survive as if you had nine lives, the downfall here is we only have one.

Sight can be deceiving, it can trick you into believing that tragedy is common and happiness is rare.

Is it just me or does everyone else have the general opinion that school ***** more than anything?

#hope #poems #tomorrow #possibility

Feb 2016

Sandra

Human

But I'm not a disaster,
I might be a withering flower
And dying out of air
Begging for you to let me go
Trying to choke my own lungs.

Maybe, I'll cry myself to sleep again tonight,
Or put on a nice dress just to see
If it could bring myself back to the life
I wanted.

Scared, lonely
Bitter and broken.

Screaming..

But I know that
Every tears I've dropped,
Every words I've said,
Every whisper I've spoken,
And every mistakes I've done,
They do not describe me; not at all.

So, I might be missing some parts of myself
But I know,
I am not a disaster.

Maybe I'm close to it though, ha.

#broken #sad #human #person #tired

Feb 2016

Nicole

Road to Suicide

You used to have a lot of friends,
back before this endless cycle began.

Back before you were sitting on the floor,
eyes locked on closed doors.

The voices coming through,
trying to figure out which to choose.

Back before the monster crept into your head.

Back before you wished you were dead.

Back before you had to fake a smile,
Before getting out of bed felt like walking one thousand miles.

Back before the heartache,
the pain,
and the endless suffering.

Back before you had a lot of friends.

But now,
It's time for you end.

#suicide #depression #sadness #death