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 Jun 2014 sabella
amrutha
I sleep with desperate dreams, I sit in absolute darkness,
but I stand alone.
I smile in transient peace, I scream beyond the decibels,
but I weep alone.
I observe with stunning detail, I watch with the diseased world,
but I learn alone.
I wander into a sky full of stars, Along nature's beautiful walls,
but I walk alone.
 Aug 2013 sabella
Skyy Blu
Why
 Aug 2013 sabella
Skyy Blu
Why
Why should I cry, when it was you that caused the pain,
Why should I believe, when you've lied to me over and over again?
Why should I pretend, that it won't happen again?
Why should I believe, that you love me or that your my friend?
Why do I continue to hide what you do?
{I mean the make-up-the dark shades-and the long sleeves too}.
One day I'll tell it , One day you'll see; One day I'll be strong enough to stand-up for me.
Didn't think that they would find out, Thought I hid it well.
Funny how, that from the grave...My story I did tell.
Told you, That I would fight back, said "That I would be strong enough for me".
Why did I have to die, In-order to be free?
Why??
 Aug 2013 sabella
Damaged
All I have are me, myself, and I.
I'm not enough.
Never have been.
Never will be.
So why do I even bother?
 Aug 2013 sabella
Emma S
Sometimes I just wonder how my death will be
I have been understanding that the person responsible
For it is probably me

I don't thing I will live long enough to get
Terrible cancer
Or a stroke

I think when I die people will find me on the floor
With a million sleepingpills in my body
A note in one hand that says

I'm sorry, I know I'm weak
And then a poem called
Don't stand on my grave and weep

I think that is how my life will end
But not quite yet
I need to see if I'm strong enough to get through this

And I will try
I will try so hard
But if I fail this

You'll know where to find me
 Aug 2013 sabella
Ty
he dresses me up in beautiful words
but what he doesn't know is that
the admiration is what breaks me down
until I'm nothing at all
but he doesn't realize and continues
as I begin begging for the end

of his words that hurt my soul


of the empty feeling inside



of me
 Jul 2013 sabella
Luminosity Cat
I sit in my room, staring at the wall.

Alone I sit and watch my blank wall.

Alone in the night - alone in the day

My best friend has slowly wandered away.

She says she is still there, but no conversation can we hold.

Alone..

Quarter after ten; a storms a brewing, but not out side. A storm that festers in my head.

I wait for my reply, but still no one is there.

I feel ignored, I feel no hope.

I text a friend whom talks of food, but still it does not fill the emptiness inside.

I try to write a poem, but no words come to mind.

Alone.. still no reply, so I sit and wait. Hoping that someday a friend may come by.
I haven't been able to write a true poem in weeks... I guess this is just my thoughts at the moment. I know, I ****! :/
 Jul 2013 sabella
Becca
Monster
 Jul 2013 sabella
Becca
There is a monster in my soul
Wreaking havoc
Wrecking reason
and I only wish
I knew the words
to let it out.
 Jul 2013 sabella
Muggle Ginger
I am not fireproof
Be careful how you burn me

With your words of hate
Torch my clothes of confidence
Hiding my insecurity

With your words of ignorance
That singe the self-esteem
I've been building for years

Hot as hell, words are more powerful
than sticks or stones.

Words can save a life in the
furnace of friendship.

Words can destroy a life with the
wildfire of loose tongues.
 Jul 2013 sabella
Sia Jane
It's 4.02am
the usual numbers
flicker on the screen
as I stare
and wonder
clock watching
it becomes an
old habit
a creature of such.

4.03am
glancing at the
time as my
battery dies slowly
it slips away
in the same vein
as my mind that
was lost back in
adolescence on a
sleepless night as I
counted the stars in
the blacked out sky.

4.06am
my mind is alive
fireworks are kicking
to come alight in the
last few moments
before dawn breaks
across the moors and
over the cattle that
fill the fields around me.

4.07am
adverts scream from
the television that
keeps me company
into the hours that
pass surprisingly quickly
which always unsettles
me.

4.08am
am I still real or have I
turned into a nocturnal
varmint of sorts as the
animals and freaks all
come out
at night.

4.12am
I see dusk and dawn
midnight and noon
curtains drawn
my head
falls onto
the pillow as I
hope only
to
sleep.

© Sia Jane
typo heaven, I do apologize. I am exhausted.
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