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Elorai Jan 2021
Like a diamond perfectly clear,
in your eye, I saw a forming tear.
In your beautiful sincere eyes,
hurt by so many lies,
you were told
and which
you had to unfold.
Now, as we speak,
a first tear rolled down your cheek.
I wiped it away,
but others made their way,
down your face.
I gave you the warm embrace,
you needed so much
and tried to calm you with my touch.
Soon you pushed away your pride,
and I just held you while you cried.
You let all your pain out
until you were completely drought.
You were ready to be happy once more,
and that’s what I was hoping for.
You can now start without any fears,
even though my shirt’s wet from your tears.
riri Jan 2021
Why am I so stuck on you?
Because you fit all my standards
Because I saw great potential in us
Because we have such a great chemistry

Why did it end?
I can't put it all into words
You said I overwhelmed you
Gosh, how I wish I could take all those overly personal questions back

Why didn't I think about what I wanted to say before I said it?
Because I'm impulsive
Because I have trust issues
Because your answers determined if I would be able to let my guard down

Why did you leave?
Because you're emotionally unavailable
Because I'm too much for you
Because maybe, just maybe, there was someone else
I just don't get it. I could've given you the world, but I guess I was too flawed in your eyes for you to even bother trying. I'm more angry at myself though, I feel as though I'll never be loved by anyone because I'm too damaged.
sophie Jan 2021
9.
her way of venting is unique
other than poems
which is pretty normal
she thinks

while showering
she sits down
puts some background beats on high
and sings her heart out
it’s all improvisation
but it helps
a little

tonight
she sang of hurt and
staying alive
for her friend’s sakes
but never for her own

is she ok?
she doesn’t know
not the best, but not absolutely horrid
Juno Jan 2021
My cheeks are damp with silent tears
but you don’t seem to notice.
I reach out to get some comfort
but you offer little solace.
Eli Jan 2021
Break free

Why am I dead?

There goes some tears

Funeral to be had
inside my head.

Am I not me at all?

Give me the key

Open the door

Who's in here?

Tell me more.

Break ****.

Watch it burn.

Cry on ashes
in an urn.

I'm dead inside
and mourning
my soul.

Plug me up

and

Let me go.

Unzip my body.

and

split my brain.

I hate it here.

All existence

is pain.
This probably doesn't make sense.  I just know I was mad and crying when I wrote this. I sat down to write this feeling a mixture of sorrow, agony, and rage.  To be honest, this isn't even all of what I wrote.  I ended up getting ******* at the universe, aka me, for making me.  Then I scribbled in my journal and threw it across the room in a fit of rage.
Jason Oct 2020
____

To wallow in and under drown,

To shape a tear, to form a frown.


Exaggerations embracing pain,

They weave a spell to summon rain.


A heart to crush, a mind to flood,

And veins that throb with rivers blood.


Confusion swims where soft truth flies,

A cauldron to mix a concoction of lies.


These fires scar, yet sear no flesh,

While times slow healing turns souls to ash.
© 1998 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
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