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Ciel Oct 2015
You know those moments
where you just feel so
worthless
for no reason.
Like out of the
blue
the entire world
comes crashing
d
o
w
n
even though you were
feeling perfectly fine
the minute before.

All of a sudden
someone calls you over
or asks for you
and you realize you're so
angry
and there's so much just
bubbling inside
and it comes out.

Except it's not what you expect.

All of a sudden
you find yourself feeling so
tired
and
weak
and all you want to do
is lay down and
dig yourself a hole.

All of a sudden
you want to be buried
but not die.

Every time you breathe,
you feel all of this
anguish
deep in the pit
of your stomach and
in the centre of your chest
and it makes you want to
claw your insides out.

But you don't want to die
because somewhere
deep
deep
inside your mind
you enjoy it.

You enjoy
this sadness
and this pain
and these tears
and all the hurt.
The hurt that makes you
want to disappear
and hide away
and run
and sleep
and fall
and curl up
all at once.

All of a sudden
you're so worthless
so meaningless
and you...
You're not even sure
how you feel
you're just angry
and annoyed
and sad
and everything.

It's so much,
and you can't even register
what's happening.

You just lie there
and enjoy the feeling
in the centre of your chest
and in the pit of your stomach.

You lie there
and do nothing.
Nothing
because that's all
you can do
and all you amount to.
Nothing.
I was having one of those days.
Bowedbranches Oct 2015
Its getting down to the bottom
Of a bottle
I couldn't even afford
I see your face sometimes
In reflections
Periphery tricks
You're somewhere far away now
I don't want to write cliche love poems
Until ******* flows out of my ears
But I want to tell you....
Waking up next to you
and caressing your prickly Irish beard,
Making you laugh,
Telling you to stop poking me in the **** leg
Are the most cherished memories I have
Thank you for sharing them
I know I'll never wake to that again
So I guess it's back to searching for you in the dream world
Where you embrace me
and I'll say it's okay my "Bebe"
We're just fine,
"I love you."
Homunculus Sep 2015
Today's lesson's theme is political repression, through
Media deception, how men behind the curtain,
Treat the truth with an aggression, displacing crucial issues, by
Societal regression, material fixation, obsession with ***, and
Through years of inspection, I've learned to detest them,
My mind reels in anguish, I battle my depression, 'cause
When I look around, do you know what I see?
A bunch of petty *******, that makes no sense to me, and
I can't help but feel, that it's not meant to be, see
These many different reasons, why I'm stressed mentally?
Cause if we'd all get together, and behave sensibly, then
We'd throw these crooked bankers in the penitentiary, but
Instead, it's L.B. he was down on the block, the
Cops stopped him and found a crack rock in his sock,
Now he's locked upstate on a 5 year bid, though
His crime can't hold a candle to what Wall Street did
Wait... did I say 'did'? I did?... I meant does
Modify the tense to present; that's an is, not was
'Cause those ******* empty suits stay all day on a buzz, from
Champagne, *******, and the high class ******, then
In board room meetings, while behind closed doors,
They all gamble on the future of entire generations,
Make austerity and poverty, with wage stagnation, and
Stack private prison profits, selling mass incarceration,
Take steps at every turn to undermine our population,
These are ravings from a psyche with a short supply of patience.
I'm a little bit curious, why you aren't furious, and
Sometimes, I wonder, as they pillage and they plunder,
Where we're all gonna live when the world's torn asunder, and
I wait for the day the giant wakes from its slumber, and
The voice of the people, shakes the earth like thunder, to
Shatter shackled chains, and alleviate the pain, but
I guess my final question must be: do I wait in vain?
yup
KT Sep 2015
Enveloping darkness
clusters around me,
leaving me sightless, soundless -
My chest wishes to burst open for the only thing left is
the slow clutch of my grieving hand
riping away the dead flesh
that surrounds my fleeing heart
and crushes my hollow bones
so darkness can eat away the warmth
that slowly pumps away -
fading into a steady buzz,
leaving me dead... I'm gone.
Expo 86' Sep 2015
Some times i think i live in a never ending cicle, i climb all the way to the top to just look down and see you in the way so i slide down all the away, and finally when i catch up with you, my heart is full of cracks, and you are all glued with love from others figthers, so now i'm just waiting something to take place, here where every moment is a perfect place to take another shot of anguish and sadness watching you talk to all your lovers about what you and i planned to be
Nick Huber Sep 2015
How do you know when something has died?
When the breath stops?
When the blood stays still?
When the heart shatters in two?
Is this death?
It lingers constantly
Like I'm constantly sinking
The weights will not be removed
Please let me be
The stench burns my eyes
It makes my throat lock up
Tears that won't flow
I'm forgotten again
And I did it to myself.
My family life's a sham
We're all  walking on eggshells
There's no bond when you're acting
To keep it all together
One big happy family

This is why
To escape my reality
I turn to my literary haven
A book there for any mood I feel
Momentarily causing me to forget
My seriously  messed up life

The gift of a good book
Is better than
any drug out there
It ***** you in *and

Suddenly you're immersed in it
Forgetting the pain  and  sadness
of your own pathetic existence

The love and sincerity  warms you
Causes you to dream and wish; sigh
Whilst the pain and anguish
You can relate to
Never once in an enticing novel do you
Think about the real world around you.

Such is the beauty of a good story
It acts as the perfect medicine
To remedy the hurt in your life.
//The answer to why I read so much//
Maybe one day I'll be free
Free of the torment and free to be me

Maybe one day I'll be able to fly
Spread out my wings and soar up so high

Maybe one day I'll be able to speak
Speak with my voice free of the chains

Maybe one day I'll sing to the sky
The rhythm of my triumph so fine

Maybe one day I'll dance; delight
Movements so fragile; speak of my plight

Maybe one day I'll shed my sorrow
A skin so heavy its no wonder I drowned

Maybe one day I'll break out
**Free of the torment and free to be me
I wish it were so.....
In a quiet dark forest,
A misunderstood boy
Dragging in sorrow
Only wanting to be seen
For who he truly is within

The forest is his escape,
But even the critters of the forest
Fear away from him
He yells out his everlasting
Frustration and anguish

Birds flying off from there hiding
Rushing into the gloomy skies
As he yells his despair of what has become
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