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Megan Edwards Mar 2019
The bustle engulfs me
Swallowed by the past which follows me like sense.
Rushing rapidly along the path which leads them to life.

One stop.
One break.
Life suddenly starts to change.

Everyone has a mission
They may not know it yet.
They carry on rushing round like a crow
Desperate for attention.
Desperate for hope.
Geanna Mar 2019
F earing what's on the other side          
E veryone turns around and takes the longer route
E ven those who we see as hero's          
L ying is all they do and what we hear
I nventing new ways to go on with life
N umbing the pain is what we try to    
  do  
G oing too far just because of what we fear
Saint Audrey Mar 2019
I'm feeling harmony, looking in your eyes
I always feel alright, when I'm with you
It's this sense of empathy I can't feel otherwise
I always feel alright when we're together

Emotional currency creating dependence
Once dissonant tones start weaving together on repeated listens
Love and joy, the heartache and pain
Harp on these notes till they all bleed together

It'll always be different, don't you
remember how you feel when you're alone?
Suffer from this static human conditioning
Blacking out whenever connections form

Memory doesn't appear to be part of this game
Disharmonious thoughts, that we refuse to explore

In defense of myself, there's nothing I won't explore
Identity flux cauldron, mixture of various inputs
and Impulses I might've felt as a kid or even earlier

That's how it is, but maybe not how it should be
But natural order will sort itself out, so I digress
One thing hardly taken into consideration
Our own aptitude for our self destruction

It's internal loathing, perhaps rightfully deserved
I can feel it too, every second glance in a mirror
Could we still strive for a better end?
Tomorrow is a new day, after all

...

Vanity in sacrifice, adorned in white
Polished posture, so significant it seems
Furrowed brow, heavy with self occupation
Empty vessel, paraded, held in no regard
But the construct of time will tell
Reveal true motivations

Self aggrandizing, should death be your value
Well groomed in your simple wooden box
But inlaid with ivory, paid for with suggestions
Carefully plotted, like paving stones

Considering bitter ends, a new pass time
In some attempt to add a bit of sweetness to the taste

...

I fear I'm deflecting again
You, the brunt of my dissatisfaction
Erroneously placed, if I err, stay with me
Or I might drift away while I sleep
Mitch Prax Mar 2019
Sometimes
it feels like
the only way forward
is a U-turn
back towards yesterday-
heading for the past.
For it is there
where my heart
doesn't want to leave.
Lesi Mar 2019
I look into the mirror and I hate what I see.
There's an ugly girl looking back at me.
Her nose is long and her teeth are big.
Her hair is so long it could be a wig.
I look at her in the mirror and i get sad.
I am that person, and I look bad.
People say that I'm pretty, but I can't see why.
When I look at myself I want to cry.
This is depressing for a first poem haha, but it's also 1:00 in the morning. Won't get much better that this.
Transcendence into the 7th circle
The emptiness a grave remembers when a funeral ends.
You looked into my eyes and promised me we would douse together.
Vanquish together.
You forgot about me
how deeply I cherished you.
How could you forget.
Im nothing left.
The crying of a violin in an empty vessel.
You deceived the entity out of me.
You writhed into my soul, quietly, but still, like the grim reaper lingering at my bed side.
The snake ingesting it’s own tail.
I can show you emptiness like you’ve never seen.
The hesitation to bear something.
Clever in hand, you painted my throat.
It spilled deeply, it spilled sweetly.
A cue to the abyss.
The return of the foul mouthed fool.
They whispered rot.
Their heads turned as they danced around my carcass.
They bathed in my blood, they felt rejoice.
I’ve been worn as a pelt.
I’ve been made a sap to the sickly.
The raven of death gorged my eyes.
The marbles that reflected my pain.
I was blind.
A blind sore stumbling over disparity.
I ruminated into sorrow.
I ripened death.
I married it in a vail of red.
Vows made in blood.
Rebirth.
This is what love feels like when the only person you cared about suddenly feels nothing.
Vanessa Mar 2019
Im quietly sinking, sinking into the shadows,
Deeper and deeper,
Silent as my depressing life flows.
Fingers clenching and curling,
While outside, the light’s always fading,
Desperation invading.
Sinking deeper in again,
Falling forward, to stop at the edge of the deep end.
Masks hide the deep pool inside,
Masks happy, glad, while slowly, I die.
Mental images, turn back to haunt,
Not just pictures, but pain also seems to daunt.
Jabbing inside, my head is throbbing,
Yet still I pretend, just go along nodding.
My eyes lose their shine, as they come upon the house that’s mine,
But I have no freedom, i'm inside a cage, nowhere to hide.
I get jabbed and poked, and disrespect is horrible,
Injustice is normal,
As is me, alone in my room,
Me slowly casting away to my ultimate doom.
Fading into unsocial, always so blue,
It’s my default setting, which is sad, but true.
Smiles fade, eyes turn dull,
My insides tell me my life is straight bull.
Sleep never comes, or if it does, not for long,
Three to Five hours, which i'm told is wrong.
Unnormal, (like me,) I think in my mind,
And with a dull laugh, I think of how people would feel if I died.
I know I sound negative, you’re probably shaking your head,
Eyes rolled back at the things I just said.
But just know, I didn’t expect you to understand,
Nobody can. The shadows and sorrows that pull at me, are my closest friends.
Deeper and deeper. It’s out of my hands, floating freely into the abyss, waiting to see if i'll even be missed.
olivia marie Mar 2019
you took my trust
my naive love

and you betrayed them

you ravaged them

until all that was left
were shattered pieces
where

my soul once was
Lost Soul Mar 2019
i feel the cold on my bare feet
i walk to the window
i wish i was as happy at the people on the street
the sound of my metal chains echo in my ears
the cuffs hurt but its okay
i'm used to it..its been almost a year
i hear screams down the hall
i use to scream like that too
But ive realized i already hit rock bottom
so there’s no more to fall

most nights i stare at the ceiling  
happy memories tease me
mistakes haunt me
until i’m left reeling
i learned that my tears..
are just words needed to be written
but those words are my biggest fears
i've been here 83 days
and i now know
How to regret things
a  million different ways

always in the back of my mind, there is this face
I see their blue eyes
i think its the person that put me in this place
i still have the note they gave me
i read it when i forget
what its like to be free
their ghost wont let me be
but somehow i still miss them
even though this is what
they did to me
Evie Mar 2019
may i ask
who gave you the right
to have such power
to ruin my body
to wear my skin
******* freak
stop stuffing my face
you ******* freak
recently its all been blurred
like did you put something in my drink
while i was pretending looking away
i feel so distanced
life feels so unreal
i look in the mirror
i see you impostor
blurred vision making it almost seem like
this is me
a ******* freak
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