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 Mar 2016 m i a
Cody Haag
A new name,
A new face,
A new life,
A new place.

Conversion from weak to strong,
From bashful to brave,
From damaged to whole,
To master from slave.

I can alter my hair color,
Pop in colored contacts;
Look for every method
Of physical change to enact.

Underneath I will be the same,
Underneath I will not change,
So I wonder whether it's worth it,
This extreme, sudden exchange.

To change my image is
Not to change my soul;
But I wish that it would
Banish the cold.
 Mar 2016 m i a
Day
searching for a word to explain my mood right now; not antisocial, more of just *withdrawn
 Mar 2016 m i a
Katelin Brown
15
 Mar 2016 m i a
Katelin Brown
15
When people ask how old I am
I sometimes say 15,
Although i'm now 17.
Its like you left my world
And time stopped.
Ever since you vanished
I can't remember what year it is
I can't pinpoint our last normal conversation either.
You know,
Without the passive aggressive comments
And the unsaid pain we both exude.
Maybe time froze
During that final exchange
Because now I can't remember how old I am
And you can't remember how to talk to me.
We sit in this bitter moment,
In the middle of a conversation
That was never resolved.
My mind replays every breath
Every scream
I'm trapped in a fortress of your insults
A kingdom of your manipulation
You're miles away but I feel your energy.
I can't help but wonder
If maybe I spoke to you,
That time would move again.
But what if I remember how old I am
And you remember how to talk to me?
What if time never even stopped,
And i'm the one who froze.
 Mar 2016 m i a
HeatherBeth
If
 Mar 2016 m i a
HeatherBeth
If
"We are meant to be"
Doesn't change anything
We are not to be
 Mar 2016 m i a
Nameless
The highs and lows of the tide continue, but it remains to be seen what will wash up on the shore...
 Mar 2016 m i a
Aris
You hugged me as If I am your world
But then you pulled back from that hug to chase your universe.
If you know
that it was not good enough
it's okay.
If you know
that it was your fault
it's okay.
If you know
that you are reaching a new low
it's okay.
It's okay because in the end,
it was you.
It was you
who picked up the pieces of your heart
It was you
who got up from the cold bathroom floor
It was you
who decided to get up this morning
and that is the strongest thing
a person
can do in their
lifetime.
 Mar 2016 m i a
Lost
Tears
 Mar 2016 m i a
Lost
Here I sit,
crying.
Here I sit,
dying.
Falling apart,
quietly.
I'm not the only one.
But because fresh cuts don't don my skin,
I'm ignored.
As if my pain is any less,
at least she has someone.
Me?
I'm all
alone.
Sitting here surrounded by people,
I'm alone.
No one cares.
I'm not cared for.
I'm not okay.
But they ignore the tears,
drip
drip
dripping

down
my
cheeks.
Tiny splashes
unto
my keyboard.
Pain
so clear,
if
they
would
just
notice
acknowledge
care
hug
praise
adore
pay attention
love
support.


*If only they'd just,

NOTICE.
I wish I had the courage to take that blade to my skin again.
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