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Felicity Paris Apr 2020
at my own skin

tigers in the nighttime
attacking all that lies in their sight

the barrier
finally breaking
allowing me to fall
hopelessly vulnerable
to the spinning
cycling through my mind
Audrey Feb 2018
i think i forgot my place in the universe
happiness is fleeting and i knew that once
so why do i chase after things that are finite?
why do i conquer and destroy everything in my path?

the world is supposed to be easy for the taking
but the world is taking me

i overdose on everything
i've never known when enough is enough
gluttony, lust, rage
the trifecta rule i always break

everyone is wrapped up in their own universe
struggling with their own problems

so why
do i
Oliver Henderson Jan 2017
a breaking point*
everyone has one, right?
a place where they can't go on
without an explosion of emotion
or just quitting all together

but where is mine?

where is my stopping point?
where i can rest my eyes
and feel ease
a point where i do break
and get everything out
because to get better you have to break, right?

maybe that point has left out
forgotten by a god i dont believe in
leaving me in a constant hurt
a never ending cycle of being left
with no escape or coping

where is my breaking point?
it must be sad
to read about someone who wants to break down
who wants to feel all the pain he has experienced at once
just so one thing can maybe last
just so some other emotion
that isnt a deep depression
can be felt for more than an hour or so

maybe i need to make my own point
need to scrape some time out of my schedule
to let myself explode
let it out
get rid of the space it takes up
so i can leave some for anything else

but thats not how it works
it comes on its own time
like a bird to its feeder
or death to take a soul

my breaking point will take its time
so slow its taking parts of me
as i try to survive

my breaking point will be death
that when my blood pools out of my body
those deep dark emotions
will flow out with it

no longer carried by me
but the mortal body
that is left here
leaving my soul the lightest of them all

a breaking point
no one said
that it has to happen when youre alive
Breaking down in pools of water
which surround me, envelop me

I am immersed
In a world tinted blue

Underwater… Under pressure

Bubbles play around me
Tempting but untouchable
For fear of fingerprints that pop

Bubbles are unreliable

Hold my hand and hold me down
Let me go and let me rise

Up Up Up to the top
To the surface…. well, almost

Foot neatly caught
In weeds too strong to snap

But maybe thats good
Maybe the surface is too real… too tangible

Maybe it’s safer here
In my world tinted blue

Maybe it’s safer here…
Breaking down in pools of water
Rhiannon Grace Jul 2014
all of these memories
keep your feet on the ground
they stop you from running away
they keep you safe and sound

all of these memories
remind you of yesterday
they keep you safe
by keeping your demons away

all of these memories
hide your mistakes from the light
they stop all the whispers
they know how to hold you right

all of these memories
bring light into your life
they keep bad spirits in the shadows
they keep you away from strife

all of these memories
are good at lying to you
they're breaking down
because that's just what memories do.
this is not about memories being good, just the opposite. hope you like it!

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