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Anitha Panicker
Anitha Panicker, is an Indian poet/short story writer in Malayalam language

Poems

josh wilbanks  May 2014
Adorable
josh wilbanks May 2014
I die everytime i see you.
And i see you every day.
I have a panick attack from the thought that you don't love me like you used to.
Im a drunk.
Im a ******* drunk.
Not a drop of alchohal in my blood but im always ******* drunk.
Im not what you think i am.
I didn't mean to hurt you.
Please. Im ******* begging.
Please.
That wasn't me.
You know that wasn't ******* me.
I know i did it.
But it wasn't ******* me.
I have night mares.
Please.
Please.
I dont want you back.
I ******* hate you.
Why do i ******* love you?
***** dont ******* touch me!
All i ever wanted was that touch!
Please forgive me..
Not so adorable now. Am i. Look what has happend to me. No one will ever love you more then me.
Lily Darkheart Jul 2013
I can tell I'm drowning, no-one's coming to save me,
Not even my parents care about their "special baby",
I can feel waves of panick, washing over me,
As I try to fight against the strong pull of the sea,
My strength is fading quickly, my energy's nearly gone too,
I can't hold on much longer, I'm done waiting for you.
Andra  Apr 2015
27 noi
Andra Apr 2015
i woke up this morning
with a snowflake on the tip of my nose
and i thought i became a sleepwalker.
its the first time that im haunting
the dreamworld
with my eyes wide open
and i believe.

i was sleeping actually. and it was
fog
and hoarfrost
and everything smelled of oranges.
mom says it smells like Christmas
but i dont sense any pine-tree.
so no.

the snowflake melted and i still did not wake up and i almost had a panick attack because i was not sleeping, i was not awake either and i was home, where it is impossible for snowflakes to fall.

tangerines. yes. not oranges.
it might not be very logical to you, but it make sense in my head. mhm.