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amber May 2018
casually crying
internally dying
obviously lying
about the pain
coursing through
all my veins
my blood is poisoned
with personal anguish

avoid my feelings
bolt home
distract
to avoid contact
with my emotions
of deep distress
refuse to confess
i cant suppress
the misery
any longer

i admit it
i can't drown
in my agony
anymore
Jas Apr 2018
Fear

Run, run, destruction awaits,
From divinity devils fall,
Atop one’s head indeed,
Absorbed with ease,
The angels swarm about the knees,
Pulling, pulling
At gravity.
~
It’s shaking me,
I haven’t seen much of what’s been pulling me,
Trying and fighting for this grip not to defeat me,
Harboring,
Wondering how it got inside of me,
Bottling, waiting for it to start changing me,
And I don’t know –
Tell me what you see inside of me,
Is it you?
Some kind of pain from what you’ve been through?
Say it,
How do I take up designation apart from you?
Share with me,
What am I supposed to do?
It’s a risk,
Struggling to find the courage to try and fix it,
To lose touch with myself and scare away the damaged bits.
What am I besides the things I’ve been through?
Or can I be more than just capacity,
Potentiality,
I guess I never identified my own identity,
I sit on the shelf and wait for you to label me,
Price check, I guess I’m assigned my own value,
Put me up for sale instead cause no one wants to bargain me
On my behalf –
Sorry, let me bow and apologize for not helping
I am trying to find something, it’s rising to the surface of
What you said,
What he did,
Ordering and sorting through your mistakes,
Which is something I never got to make and now I’m learning,
Compared to better cause I wasn’t perfected,
Choking on my DNA cause I despise the taste of it – but wait
Isn’t that a reflection of you?
Isn’t what you made me into a small part of you?
Ruined and battered and ***** and always flavorless
I’m sorry, Mama
I know you want to eradicate this
But for myself I need to deliver this message
I wanted the chance to be a creator, too
I wanted the chance to walk in my own shoes
And now I have –
I’m trying to set myself on my own path
Free of you –
Surpassing the limits of what you allowed me to do,
And I’ll never be free
Cause the part of me that you reached,
Will always have you there
The infection you are heals in to my scar, you’re tissue
Fabricated into the realm of my love so I’ll never be rid of you,
But soon enough
I’ll learn how to paint over you,
So I can mend
And others will recognize you as something that can be breached, too.
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2018
You and I have a bipolar relationship
Full of roller-coaster ups and downs
One moment we exchange "I love yous"
The next we both wear sudden frowns

It is usually hard to hold a conversation
Sometimes we can talk all night
Arguing makes us blind with stubbornness
Too proud to admit when the other is right

You get a rush starting fights
You feed off other's distress
I do not know why you have to put people down
To feel powerful; believe you are a success

I still care about you even when you are mad
In spite of wounds you inflict
I do not hold grudges over them
Or ones already licked

You gave scars so I would grow strong
I do not know if it worked but you tried
Now that I am grown I'm covered in marks
Not on my skin but inside

You did your best to bring me up right
I have not turned out to be
All you hoped, one day i will
Make you proud, hope you agree.

I will not do everything you say
May or may not take your advice
I need to make my own silly mistakes
Even if that means making some of them twice

I am the one seated behind the wheel
I know you are sure you need to steer
You will never be able to
Choose which direction i decide to veer

Have confidence in what you have created
I know i have let you down before
From now on i will be careful
Pause before i open a new door

You will always be part of my life
Although you challenge our bond sometimes
It is worth it for the laughter we share
The support shown in difficult times

Thank you for being there
You are not perfect but you try
Your baby bird left the nest
Your love is what taught me to fly
This is a poem i wrote for my mom, because she MADE me..
Meera Mar 2018
Your parents screaming on the top of their voices
Hurling insults, complaints and abuses
Their relationship on the verge of breaking
Cause now they're tired of faking
You little girl, as delicate as feather
Acting like glue, trying to hold them together
Weak glue
   Poor you......
Children soak up everything they see, feel, and hear.When parents argue excessively and for too long, it can leave children feeling insecure and fearful.
ClawedBeauty101 Jan 2018
A command the neck hugging necklace was given

.....Chok(h)er.....

Believing the suffocation will comfort her fears and insecurites

....Chok(h)er....

A dazzle is distress is it's appropriate title. Secretly, into her skin it is driven.

....Chok(h)er....

Believing it has the right to silence her nerves that desire to warn her of their up coming death

....Chok(h)er....

Innocent in charm, it convinces her neck and brain to go numb. Her voice now hidden

....Chok(h)er....

Soon to be mute, this man made design,  confined to her neck

....Chok(h)er....

Is the unseen burden she carries. This chain of confinement should be forbidden

....Chok(h)er....

This piece of dark fashion, shows its goal loud and crystal clear

So why are people blinded?


For it is called...
The Choker...
....The Chok(h)er....
MEANING BELOW!!!

I have nothing against this beautifully designed piece of shadow jewelry XD for I wear them all the time!

But it is interesting how it is called a choker
Sometimes I find my voice mute... My singing fading because I wear them so much, and so tightly they damage the nerves in the back of my neck, and slowly bring forth numbness to the rest of my upper body...

It's like this, the chokers can represent the sin or danger in our lives that is so noticeable and clear, that we either ignore it or are to blinded to see it.

And we don't usuall see it until it's to late... Our if we do see it...  it's either to late to do something about it....
Or...
We notice it just in time and we are able to remove that danger before we get hurt, or someone else gets hurt...

Some thing so innocent and charming can be the most dangerous, painful thing in your life, just like a choker...

We can't become a slave to something that is so wicked, like sin, looks so harmless and innocent

But if not taken cared it correctly or removed... It will devour you.. And you will be it's slave...

Sometimes that numbness and pain we suffer can seem like a comfort zone for us, a place to feel safe,  but that pain will only betray you...

How much longer you spend this suffocation.. Of your Chok(h)er women of young and old (This also goes for men too XD)

Jesus is the Way
1/27/2018 (Saturday)
sm schaefer Jan 2018
oh
no
here it comes again
feelings of distress
caused by my mess
i should,ve known better than to
make a new beginning to a story
i knew would end
Anne Molony Jan 2018
Despite how
invincible
I feel now
in this moment
surely sometime
today or tomorrow
I'll be beginning
to feel the
opposite again
She Writes Dec 2017
Anxiety
Fear Nausea
Pacing Crying Nervous
Sleeping Eating or Lack Thereof
Restless Worry Panic
Distress Mistrust
Suffering
A diamanté poem about anxiety.
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