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 May 2015 Ryan Frisby
Hollow
I often digress that I
Am sick and tired of all you poets
With all your literal genius
The hypocrisy is mine

I must say, that I;
against all grain, have established
Individualism
Not synonymous
With hubris

For some time
I waded through the shallow
Darkness, seeking closure
All I found was me

Sitting in the corner

Alone

So I grabbed my hand, and said:
"You can rebel and yell music get tattoos kiss girls eat sweets and...
...love yourself"
And I believed me

Just another
Amateur poem
From the happiest girl
On the saddest world
 May 2015 Ryan Frisby
DeadMan
I think that I'm  submitting.
That maybe? I am quiting.
That I am tired of the taunting
That this is just so daunting
Maybe I am unhinged?
That I finally flinched.
Sleep is what I dread.
No longer comfortable
in my head.
 May 2015 Ryan Frisby
M
Phasing
 May 2015 Ryan Frisby
M
It's like age and the shorts from two summers ago,
The missed calls that are weeks old.
It's the pens I dropped behind my desk and all of the socks that never found their match.
It's the photos that I accidentally deleted and the fleeting moments I didn't make time to write about.
It's all transitory and fleeing,
Rushing by just like a breeze.
My life and the people are blurring together so quickly now that not even with glasses am I able to see
Who is there, what is staying and what will go.
I'm phasing through without stopping to hold a hand or smell the roses before
They're old and overgrown.
im a false hope
the kind that lights up your eyes in the dark
dont you see? its a reflection, a refraction
dont you comprehend? you think i caused the spark
but really i turned out the lights

im a dead end
the kind that appears to lead you away
dont you realize? im not going anywhere
dont you grasp? you think you made a wrong turn
but really i drew the ******* map

im a fallen tree
the kind that was struck by lightning
dont you know? i grew so tall on my own
dont you understand? you think you can prop me up
but really im down here willingly

im a stupid girl
the kind thats all alone
cant you help? didnt i scream loud enough
cant you stay? i never meant to be this way
but really *im only going to **** you
this probably won't make sense to anyone who has never broken their own heart
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