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They may use you
abuse you
slap you
kick you
shoot you
stab you
curse you
mock you
choke you
tear you

and at times,    defeat you
in that time a   n   d time alone
They may do   all    this because
they know you can reach the
heights, the impossible,
that they can only
dream of
but

they won't      ever destroy
you.    You        know       when to be
a tempest and     when       to be tranquil
You know when     to         be a flicker and
when to                     be                        a flame
When to shake the        earth and to sprout
they may put so much energy to see you
on your knees, vulnerable and weak,
but as long as you continue to
rise to your feet, they will
be blinded by the
light of your
glory.
Feeling a lil optimistic now. You know, I can say that there are ALOT
of people I can list now that really want to see me fail, friend and family.
Shame but at least I know who I can and can't trust. I'm on that level of
consciousness now. This is a poem dedicated to them.
To let them see me down is a victory to them.
But it'll always be hollow because I will have that strength
to get back up again.

If anyone is in need of more fire to their flame, I hope this poem is at least a drop of fuel / a piece of wood.

Be back soon!
Lyn ***
You've had a hard life
Full of hatred and denial
Betrail and heartbreak
Like your heart is on trial

You want it to end
This treacherous life
To run away free
To give up the fight

But I can tell you now
That nothing can compare
To what you've gone through
Through all that despair

It might seem like
The tunnel of light
Would be much better
If it stopped burning bright

I can tell you
"Don't end your life"
But it would do anything
Except fuel the fight

Your heart doesn't want it
I can see it in your eyes
So I wrote a poem for you
Without wearing a disguise

I might not be the wisest
Or all knowing and powerful
But I can tell you
That life is beautiful

Seeing a sunrise
Or little bits of joy
Will make you realize
Your life's not a toy

Don't take these moments
The futures you haven't seen
Instead, hope that one day
You'll find where you've been

Find your soul and yourself
On this journey of life
Some might even call it
A journey of love
The poem I wrote for a friend to hopefully keep him from suicide. If you're reading this, don't die on me..
I am not alive
I can hardly lift my head
I only exist
Does anyone else feel like a zombie sometimes?
 May 2018 david snyder
Taylor
i was addicted to your
touch
taste
smell
looks
you loved me in ways no one has ever showed me
you showed me what love was
and then one day you decided that you weren't addicted to me anymore
my addiction to you needed to be fullfilled
every addict has a withdrawl
and my withdrawl was me without you
my drug was gone
found someone new
i'm an addict laying in bed
crying
missing my drug called
you
someone you love leaving you has to be the worst feeling in the world and it's been a year and my addiction to you still hasn't faded
 May 2018 david snyder
Taylor
Love is texting you
A long paragraph
At 3am, telling you how much
You mean to that person

And they’ll talk about Disney Pixar characters
Because they know
You want to grow up
And be like Carl and Ellie from Up

Love is when you
Just Keep Swimming
Through all the bad
And come out from the jellyfish wall within,
Smiling faces,
Hand in hand, or fin in fin,
Depending on whether you’re a fish or not

Love tastes like what a rainbow
Would taste like,
Colorful and sweet,
Just like a candy

It tastes like the chocolate cake
He had before
He pressed his soft lips to yours

It feels like having a
Soft,warm and fuzzy blanket
Wrapped around you,
Keeping you safe
From the monsters in your
Closet

And when he wraps his arms
Around you
You feel protected,
Like nothing can hurt you…
And it’s an amazing feeling

And when he kisses you…
God, when he kisses you,
You feel like time stops
And everything is perfect
And you never want that moment
To end...

Maybe love is temporary
Or maybe it’s long lasting
Maybe love is meant for you
Or maybe it’s not

There will be heartbreak
There will be tears
But baby, I’ll tell her,
There are plenty of fish in this big ocean,
But maybe some of those fish are
Big, or mean, or maybe even broken,
Maybe some are colorful, sweet, nice, kind,
But you’ll find another “fish,”
That makes you...
Happy  

And she would look at me
With those wide eyes of hers,
And I’d hug her
And tell her,  love is out there for you,
You may not find it right away
But it’s there
Somewhere in this world
Maybe on the other side of the ocean
Or maybe it’s right across the street

Love can stay for months
Love can stay for years

Just wait
There is someone out there
Praying they get to be the one you love

Love comes
And love goes

“ Learn to love yourself
Before you love someone else,”
But don’t you dare let someone tell you
That you care only about yourself
Because I know you
And I know you care about everyone
And everything
And once you love yourself
And you’re happy with yourself,
Then you can love someone
The way you love yourself

And I’ll be here through it all
With chocolate and a tissue box
For when love fails you
You can come to me
For I shall always love you
Even if you found someone
Who loves you more than I do

But you’re young
Only in high school
You’ll see love
When it walks through the door
You’ll know it
I knew it, or, well,
At least I thought I did

But you’ll know
You won’t make the same mistakes as me
Because I’ll tell you what I did wrong
And you’ll stay away from the people
Who are just bad for you

And if your guy
Makes you cry
Leave him
Don’t go back to him
No matter how much you want to
Because he will take
That tiny, fragile little heart of yours
And run it over with a bus
Multiple times

And if your guy
Breaks your heart
Yes,
You can cry,
But no,
You cannot
Go back to him
You cannot cry your eyes out in front of him
And no,
You cannot beg
To get him back
And lie and say you miss him
Because I know you
And I’ve heard you cry about him
To your friends at 2 in the morning
Because you thought he didn’t love you anymore,
You don’t miss him
You’re better off without him
And you may think otherwise
But it’s the truth

I know what you’re going through
Trust me,
I’ve been through the same thing
Thinking he doesn’t love you anymore
Cry for a little bit
Then realize that he actually does love you
And then he says that he’ll never leave you,
Don’t fall for it, because you’ll fall
And he’ll leave you on the ground...

Yeah, I’ll admit,
The feeling of love
Is amazing...
And sadly yes, heartbreak *****
But remember,
You’ve got your whole life
In front of you
And that boy…

That boy
Was only there
For a few months of it
 May 2018 david snyder
Black Leaf
I'm tired.
Tired of everything.
I just want to sleep,
And never wake up again.

No, I'm not lazy,
I'm not running away from life.
I'm just tired of the world and myself,
And too tired to change anything.
 May 2018 david snyder
Haylin
Roses are red, violets are blue,
They say it's addicting now I know that it's true  
But the roses are wilting the flowers are dead  
My hands are shaking and my hips are lined red
i have anxiety
undiagnosed.

sometimes it feels like my head is stuffed with crumpled ***** of paper: the things I never said, the things I should have never said, the things that someone never said to me.

all of these things are written on every piece of paper
there are so many right now that no more would be able to fit
yet i can't stop thinking things, i can't stop saying stupid things, i can't stop wishing things.

i sigh I reach up to my forehead and i grasp my bangs
with my shaky hands and pull

i'm hoping one day when i do this
the top of my head will yank open
all of these crumpled pieces of thoughts
will pour out in a pile
on the floor
i will kneel down
and uncrumple each and every piece
i will read each one
until my head fills up again.
 May 2018 david snyder
Chloe
Like an old friend inviting you to come inside.
Familiar. Comforting.
It will grasp you in its arms and hold you close;
And when you're ready to leave, it wont let you go.
You will beg and plead to be happy,
and it will put up a fight.
It will make you think that the only way to escape it is to take your own life.
If you are lucky, you can break free;
and it will sit and watch you from afar.
Calling your name.
Welcoming you back into it's arms.
It will intrude your thoughts.
Make you think you are worthless.
That you're better off dead.
Just keep telling yourself that it's all in your head.
Keep moving. You will get far.
Depression is not who you are.
DISCLAIMER: This is only from my personal point of view and how my battle with depression has been. Even though I am trying to recover, the battle gets very difficult for me sometimes and I have to remind myself that I am not my mental illness. My mental illness does not define me.
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