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I hate the fact that you and I exist
But we don't
I hate feeling like a zebra
In this grey world
I hate feeling like Atlas
The weight of the world on my shoulders
My mild psychosis
Caused by my emotions
Driving everyone else crazy
Wishing I could end the world
With me in it
I hate seeing happiness
Something I feel I'm not worthy of
I hate feeling the wind
How it boasts of its freedom
I hate the mountains' pride
Higher than anything
I hate the sea
Describing its power
Its dignity
I hate how I'm arrogant
Due to lack of confidence
I hate how I'm wild
Due to lack of courage
I hate how I'm me
Due to how little i'm me.
 Sep 2015 Roberta Day
Elise
sitting on top of the world
literally and figuratively
looking over a valley so gorgeous
i wasn't even sure it was real
sitting next to a girl i barely knew
whose smile warmed the chilled air around us
i watched the rolling fog
form and disband shapes
taking my thoughts with it
a moment so pure
it will stay frozen in time
not even the rolling fog
could sweep away the memory
of a simple, silent moment
spent with the beautiful girl
that i barely knew
Written 8/28/15 on a backpacking trip to Mt. Townsend in Washington after watching the fog roll through a valley.
Anxiety is preparing yourself to say "here" when the teacher does attendance.
Anxiety is shaking so bad you can barely keep food on a spoon.
Anxiety is being so quiet that even your mind stops for a second.
Anxiety is never texting first because you feel needy.
Anxiety is not being able to walk up to the teacher to hand in a paper.
Anxiety is always sitting in the back of the class so you don't feel eyes know you.
Anxiety is being afraid. All the time. Afraid to love, to smile,  or even to say hello.
Anxiety is only having a few friends because it's hard to talk to people you don't know.
Anxiety is wanting to talk to the cute boy who sits across from you, but you're afraid of him knowing the real you.
Anxiety is finally saying hello

20 times in your head
 Sep 2015 Roberta Day
Cheyenne
Here's to summers in the sand
All our best laid plans
That we never could see through
Here's to loving me and
Knowing you and

Days
Lost now in the haze
Romanticized by memory
Not truly you
Not really me, just

Time
That we have left behind
A time I never will forget
A time of love, and yet
A time I can't return to
That's not me
That isn't you, we've

Changed
Love faded away
Worse or better, whose to know
New things come as old ones go
I guess we'll see
So here's to you and
Here's to me
clenched fists

eyes rolled back, tousled mane

face red from Master's slaps

gentle violence

*good girl.
here we go again...
 Aug 2015 Roberta Day
Claire
is not just mental,
but physical;
each side of the brain droops,
slowly sinking downward
pouring a lack of tears into either eye
which, when they fall,
drag down both corners of the mouth
their weight reflective upon every *****,
every limb
and all the pieces that once made up a person,
now,
too heavy
body yet to crumble
 Jul 2015 Roberta Day
Hollow
Zoning in
Zoning out
Spacing into
Instinctual altruism
A divided reality
Obliging my death storm cemetery
This ritual madness; so intriguing
It leaves personality to the grasp of ambiguity
Immaterial realm of the fourth scenes unseen
While docile, poisoned by this vial of vile mistrials
I remain a ghost
Unseen
Mirroring black
Shadowed like a ****** mess
Stop this caress
Fading in
Fading out.
Unseen Realm
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