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luna Feb 2015
How easily you tagged my truth as one of her lies,
Not once thinking how it would corrode my soul.
Now that you have felt I don't owe an explanation, I have decided
If you can't defend me, I will not fight for you!!
Trust was all I have ever demanded.
Suzy Hazelwood Jan 2015
Even though you are not with me
my hands cannot reach you
your ears do not hear my cries
of missing

Know that
I cannot give in to loving
I will do anything to defeat
what keeps us in separation
Joseph Aaron Jan 2015
The words lost in the  cacophony of deranged souls from the void,
They call out to me in need and look for a place to bleed.
   Whereas their spirit sinks into the earth to be forgotten.

But forgive me not as I take your vitality and whither it away,
Like the leaves in the dying season of fall turning to winter placing us in the fray.

Punish what is seen and not told, similar to the blind man's aspirations of sense twice fold.
Beat upon this golden armor and wash away the dirt,
For being a brother to me in this world is there the pain shall spur.

But as I envision a perfect world together,
There comes the reality of a horrid, deathly endeavor.
No more sight within this broken lens,
All the blurred cracks shall repeat again.

Listen to these souls of a world gone dark and dreary,
  Let this weary forsaken soul become human and bleed with feeling.
Nichelles Eye Jan 2015
Amazing.

Amazing how a human being can be the reason to your sanity or insanity

To drive you insanely happy or crazy, you never thought it would be you right, how can it be?

It seems so much more simpler to watch the idea of love to someone else's vision

You go from low to high to high to low, your butterflies grow then go, your temperature has risen

Get yourself prepared for the roller coaster of the dose of another human beings presence

You'll learn a thing or two, from the deadly feeling of the unwanted turn of events and their lessons

You have no idea what you're in a ride for, get on, go high, go toss and turn upside down

You'll laugh, you'll scream you'll fear for your life and your stomach will torture round and round

Leading to starved insides from the lack of the dose you so desperately need

Your eyes will get too heavy to close  for it all to be over as you plead

To get off, to please be over, you can't take anymore, its too much, no mas no mas

Its frightening to know how much you lack of self control for this ride, keep your fingers crossed

Will you make it? Will it be worth it? Can you make it through it to the end?

It slows down after a while, the craziness settles down until you let it begin again

You're off, you made it, the drops of your insides switch off and you feel empty

It wasn't that bad, even more so knowing you could do it, its so tempting

To try it again. And again, you crave to get on once more.

The roller coaster of another human being can excite or scare you to the core.

There's nothing else like it, its a powerful drug that can cause us to deplete

To look back at an end or beginning with the thought of it as a victory or defeat.
Madeline Frosh Jan 2015
I came over to tell you that I've done everything I can
to get over you
maybe drinking myself into a hospital bed
smoking myself towards a cliff
and overdosing into the shower
     were not the best ideas.
but I couldn't think of anything else
to stray my thoughts away from you
You've been something of an imprint to my mind,
and truly I wish you would disappear from any memory
I've ever held of you or in relation to you
Your eyes were supposed to look into mine on that day,
and tell me
forever
not cut this short for her.
Someone who doesn't know what happy is with you;
dancing in the kitchen until our feet are swollen
we have to lay in bed, undress,
and stare at the features the other has.
Wrap and tangle in the sheets,
but not make love with our bodies,
but with our eyes
Happy is seeing you push your hair out of your face,
so you have a clear and distinct route to my lips.
We were supposed to be stronger than the house we've built,
and according to you whats a house without a foundation?
but whats a house without a home
and for you, home was always with me
what the **** are you doing
(Jan 4, 11:08 pm)
Bb Maria Klara Dec 2014
I refuse to sink;
I refuse to falter;
I defy to blink,
In reality unaltered.

I refuse to fall;
I refuse to crumble;
I will stand tall
Right after I stumble.

I refuse to fail;
I refuse to not win;
I will myself hail,
whatever I have been.

I refuse to in give;
I refuse to let die;
I am to live
With all that I try.

I refuse to dim;
I refuse to go do gown;
I will be the steam
That powers this town.

I refuse to flee;
I refuse to abort;
I, one day, will see
my vengeance retort.

I refuse to sit;
I refuse to fall flat;
I will the top hit
and become all that.

I refuse to fold;
I refuse to blunder;
I shall one day hold
For what I one wandered.

I refuse to sink;
I refuse to falter.
I know what I think:
My future I'll alter.
Written September 12, 2014
It is highly repetitive, but I suppose it was the best motivating way to go about not giving up.
Edward Clyde Dec 2014
You are too young
You are too old
You are shy
You are too bold

He thought of the ode
To himself as he sung
I am too old
I am too young

He climbed to the top
All knew his wail
I will not falter
I will not fail

From way up here
I think I'll have fun
I can move all the stars
And spit out the sun

All had sent word
Unpleasantly sung
You are too old
You are too young
So this is defeat.
This place in which helplessness and discontentment meet.
This off rhythmic step to a melancholy beat.

It seeps into the creeks where light once resided.
Confiding to no one the fears that I hide when shedding my tears in places pride cant thrive in.

Defeat.

This feeling that cant be beat nor destroyed.
This strong-force that makes all joyful things void.
In this world so dark and dim, I ask myself "where do I begin?"
How do I open the windows to my soul to shed the light in?

For it's harder than it seems... the fall of shattered broken dreams.
This place where self-destructive schemes and life's worn down seams meet.

Defeat.




*-Bobbie Leigh
Charles Smith Dec 2014
Are you doubting yourself? You should.
You can’t accomplish anything you said you would.
He can’t climb the mountains, she can’t part the sea.
The only thing your armed with is little “I” and “me”.

The journey is too long and wrong, why start if you’re going to fail?
Stop trying to please yourself, your cross is already full of nails.
Don’t waste thought on the subject, enjoy the deflation of defeat.
Trust the air, fall into your grave, relinquish, relax, retreat.

Let’s take Martin Luther King, his pursuit was just luck.
Harvey Milk, Ghandi, I mean who really gives a ****?
Just because men die for a cause, can we believe they didn’t have flaws?
Men fall and float, leaders come and go, you don’t reap what you sow.

But for all the fault of man, all it’s deceit and aggronance,
Pathetic self-pity and pious, self righteousness.
There are some people who try again, who start afresh.
Who rise above the doubt and this is the measure of man's amount.
Makenzie Marie Dec 2014
It's one of those days
I can't make sense of my thoughts
and quite frankly
it's ******* me off.
I don't even know
what I want anymore.
I say one thing
and do another
And I know
it makes no sense
but I can't help
my senselessness.
I'm drowning in my indecision
and my desire for difference.
And really
I feel defeated.

But I swear will not be.
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