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Hello Daisies Jul 2019
Pit
This pit in my stomach is tasty
It inflates me
Leaves me gasping
In tragedy

I'll sing a peaceful Melody
It won't calm me
I'll just pretend willfully

The voices ring to me
Screaming screaming
They never seem to stop you see
This pit grows steadily

Twisting and burning
All throughout me
I pretend optimistically
Until I bend

Lay me down
Let me sleep
You hear me weep
As each voices whispers
I quiver
Quiver
Quiver

I must adore this seed
That lets me bleed
For it's all I know
So I'll reap it and sow
:(
Elemenohp Jul 2019
Tie a knot in twine.
Stop a thought in time.
Cut a rope, slit a throat.
Floors and walls the blood will coat.

Resist evil. Remain pure.
Do not feed these thoughts which stir.
Esridersi Jun 2019
i thought about one thousand things
when lying with the sun
each thought a dampen cloud
each cloud a Tattooed fish with wings
of words red one by one.

two-hundred-twenty words of Dread
and sorrow bled drippy through the sky.
red tears of dreams unsung had spread
so blinding past their eyes.

the other seven-hundred-eighty
sought sun spots sealed so sweetly
such Skies in haiti these fishes seek
eyes pour out dried completely

they splatter across all over my face
i taste musicical patterns and poetry and maths
their nebulous purpose encased like Gifts
opened too slowly to lie still in place.
The Tinkerer Jun 2019
I feel this deep fear in me,
Something I can't truly see.
Within me, it dwells. I truly believe.
Looking into the depths of the well,
A living hell, I see staring back at me.
That darkness is all I feel.

Nobody else, no one with me,
Fear claws its way from down deep,
Digs right into me.

I feel it, I wail,
I flow, I begin to well
I flail, I scream. So silent,
Nobody else can see.
Within me, I weep.

Keeping it hidden, happiness is forbidden.
Never am I forgiven.
The promised land, my vision.
A forever expedition.

To find what I seek,
To love, to believe.
To find a connection,
To find that remission,
Finally to be given.

I go it alone, I work through my woes.
The battle's done won,
The war leaves one ruined.

Make peace with the fact,
There is no connect,
Always be alone,
You are doomed, forlorn.

Live with it and die.
You are on the decline.

Know, you are yours,
Bonded with none.

Alone is your soul.
Weary, your mind.
Loneliness if my biggest fear. A connection is what I seek. With all, and with one.
Without it, I'll always find it hard to sleep.
Tatiana Jun 2019
I thought of flowers today when I heard your name
and wondered if I should pick one so you remain
in my head for longer than a beat
of a hummingbird's wings in summer's heat
but I can't allow for the great leap
of my heart to my head
I think I'll go back to bed.
©Tatiana
How are we doing today?
Chris May 2019
It's me, can't you feel,
I love  you but I make you scream,
You won't die as long as I'm here.

You won't die,
but you'll never really live.

Can't you feel the shiver,
the paralyzing fear,
That makes you a useless ****,
Whenever I am here,

I will shroud you,
I will give
You will not die,
You'll never live.
Fear
Toothache May 2019
The letter I never sent,
I write my valentine on my beating heart,
And send a perennial prayer,
That you could know without knowing.

Petals on your doorstep,
But no signature,
Pink Rosehip on your bedsheets,
Spying through your window blinds,
At someone I invented.

A label that travels as my desperations move it,
How I value the sick,
The unnatural,
The corpse and the comfort.

The will to pull me off the train,
The weight of every station,
The ommitance after the deprication,
And the awkward silence after the cosmic joke.

I lust for that iced libation,
The roseate water of ivy and redemption,
A clay to fit inside my insatiable skin hunger,
A welcomed error of continuity in my own beliefs,
And my perennial prayer,
For an ardent antiphon.

-Unabaitingly, The Romantically Inept
ash May 2019
heart choking on dread,
my feet timidly crept forth
towards my coffin.
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