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You feel a sudden shift in time,
but you do not want to admit anything.
So we lie in bed,
because that seems like the only solution.
I fall asleep in your arms,
you write me this *ecliptic rhyme
.
Only one I can solve,
as the new moon and stars set.
I slowly can feel chills,
an emptiness consumes my every thought.
I cannot bare to hold it all in,
my knees and hands hit the concrete.
Blood runs from my ears,
I yell but nothing comes out.

All my missing feelings and emotions
come back and
  devour  my breath.
I frantically take my fist
and carve 'help' in the dirt.
Falling back I hit my head on the tree,
you wake me up hours later.
You swear I am alive,
but everything is drained.
Kenophobia is the fear of voids or empty spaces.
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You can feel empty, but still that somehow could
eat you alive, more than being occupied
with the real world.
Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.
I am a bucket filled with pain,
so will you pour me out and wash me clean.
I will never be the same man,
the one you want me to be.
I would say to run,
while you still have everything you need.
I have no imagination tonight,
but the thought of you never goes away.

You fly away so high,
as I lay here in the dust.
You cannot count the clock as it chimes,
but I swear time stopped.
You wish upon a star far far away,
while I chose the moon.
You went to bed already,
just knowing this I battle insomnia.

So here I am
**Lost and never found
A poem doesn't need to rhyme.
There needs to be inspiration and dedicated time to each line with sincere thought. Just like most of my poems, this one shows a lot of scary emotion and I do not know how I feel after writing at 3:15AM.
I need to escape this vile emotion
But my brain is a deep blue ocean
I keep swimming towards the surface
But up is down, and I have no purpose
My lungs are screaming, my head is pounding,
And I realize - *I am drowning
I love you.
                       because                     But                             
       over and over                                 I cant                    
     forgiving you                                      keep                 
         and me                                      following  
        me                                 this      
   hurting                       cycle    
    of you
I worry (a lot)
when I think (of other girls)
about how they (shine)
sparkle and radiate beauty
and about how I could be (brighter)

(and) nothing hurts worse than thinking about
not being with (you) my love, my heart
because I know you (deserve the) best,
you are my (sun), moon and stars
Notice the parentheses.
Read the poem all the way through,
read the parentheses next,
then finally just the words outside
the parentheses.

This one was rather difficult to post.
I* laugh
I talk
I play
But I gotta to say
I am Losing

I listen
I focus
I see
But I can't agree
when people say
I'm Winning

I actually
hide
cower
and stay up for hours
because
I'm not winning

It's like gym class
where Anxiety, Depression, and Insomnia
are on the opposing side
and I'm by myself hiding behind the bleachers
I'm losing
I am actually winning
you have
every right
to be
disappointed
and i have
every intention
to die
I saw you
then
I adored you
then
I loved you
then
I missed you
then
I yearned for you
And now
I'm scared
because
I feel like
I'm starting
to hate you
:'(
we promise not to see each other
but i see you every night
i close my eyes
and know soon you'll be in sight

i time travel in my bed
back to you, back to us
to a future where we thrive
with no fights or mistrusts

it's torture to spend all night
with you in my head
and then when morning comes
wake up all alone in bed
i hate that i miss you, and i hate that my dreams remind me of that constantly. i need to not need you. i want the wanting to end.
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