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Unknown Aug 2018
Tell me,
How many sips does it take,
How many puffs does it take,
How many pills does it take,
How many cuts does it take,
How many attempts does it take,
To feel the way I do?
To hurt the way i do?
To be the way i am?



© Copyright Tyler Atherton
LONELY GIRL Apr 2018
I feel empty
Like all the emotions are still inside me
But I don't feel like letting them out anymore
Besides, what is that even for

I feel empty
My starving mind and body can only tell one thing
That this world is too crowded for a person like me
And this is the moment I doubt in voluntarily breathing

I feel empty
I don't wanna think straight
Everything has happened in sync and in serendipity
These actions are just too late

I feel empty
No music, game or form of excitement can wake me up in this reality
Nothing at all can help me now
It's like passing away is planned somehow

I feel empty
This heart that is palpitating or brain having a migrain
Can't make me forget about things that just adds to the never-ending pain
Truly numb forever, this is me

I feel empty
If this will ever be my last goodbye
I would just like to say thank you for everything you have done to me
All those advices at my crisis
Or the shoulder to cry on during my vices
Thank you and now I'll probably die
A poem I made a long time ago that I could still relate to now.
JM Ang Aug 2016
The world will shatter your dreams
Step on your hopes
Spit on your hard work
And laugh at your failed attempts

The world will not slow down for you
It will not go easy on you
It will not be patient with you
It will swallow you whole

But don’t be disheartened
Don’t ever stop trying
Don’t let failures faze you
Pick up each broken hope and mend them

For no one ever succeeded without first failing
So, regardless of how many times you fail
Stand up, mend your wounds,
And go after that dream
I submitted this piece to a student publication I’m writing for and it was published a few months ago. This is, however, the unedited version.
i do as a ritual
or sometimes
have lost a wedding ring
intended for Blanca
but
yo soy
enchanter

1
2
3
4
5
6

each is part of a knucklebone
a divination of entrails
and all games
eternally
are fated to decide
nothing
!rtd
or
other commands
might invoke a virtual attempt
to decide destiny
to divine fate
but there is only one world
and we are in the only of all possible its
Jeni Nov 2015
You're the one I turn to at the end of every day
In the middle of every sorrow
The beginning of every thought.
You're the one who pulls me in,
when my dreams have come to naught.
You're the one who has held my heart
since those early days of braces and angst
You're the one I always sit next to, when I need someone to lean against.
You're the one who despite the pain and sadness can always make me smile
The boy who's got me wrapped up
in this ****** blanket of emotional denial.
I may continue this. Just thoughts.
Nessa dieR Aug 2015
Every soccer ball is ***** and flat
the sky is always gray
at least it has been like that
since you have gone away...

I can't remember a single moon
which you have come to stay
or any bright afternoon
since you have gone away...

Any effort seems a drag
Anything they say
seems like they just wanna brag
that you have gone away....

I need a little clue
That you'll  come back someday
I haven't heard from you
since you have gone away...
Mystifying Chaos Jun 2015
She has a baggage full of secrets,
Secrets, that she has held onto so tight.
She has her demons,
Demons, against whom she can never put up a fight.

These demons have made her a sinner,
A sinner, with a trapped soul.
Her conscience seeks to find redemption at every door.

But no redemption is delivered without a certain price..(whisper the demons inside her mind)

Her soul screams in agony,
Her heart wrenches in pain,
But those demons keep cursing her
Till she goes insane.
Dawn Anderson Jan 2015
In order to protect myself
I built a wall away from you
Hid behind it

In a way of defending myself
I cursed and yelled and kicked
So you wouldn't touch me

But I have failed
You get to me
Your words hurt

Everything ******* hurts
Even things you don't mean to do
They all hurt me

And even with my attempts
To stay strong
To be happy

**I have lost all control
Whatever
autumn eyes Oct 2014
You're used to seeing that face of stone.
You're used to trying and ending up alone.

What you do not notice are the soft roses that bloom on her cheek
When you compliment her. And when you insult her, the rain in her eyes that leak.

Do you not hear the woodpecker, caged in her ribs, when you come near?
Or feel the frost on her skin when you pretend not to care.

You believe the weeds of lies that force their way through her cherry lips.
And when you charm another,  you don't see the red marks in her palm (the size of pips).

But the question on your tongue you would never allow to escape,
And the honest answer she would not tell you until it's too late.
Lustus Sep 2014
no words, no expressions, no options, no attempts
i will claim you as unnoticed
you will claim me as something you once had
will I miss you?
Everyday
do I love you?
Always and Forever

— The End —