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Rose Cliff Mar 2019
you
my heart stopped again today
my stomach dropped again today
i saw you at the shops today
Megan Parson Mar 2019
Her lips were stained red,
   Her bright smile, utter dread.
      Befitting a She-vampire,
         "But tis only Beetroot, Sire!"
Looks can be deceptive,
Be always adaptive.
kathryntheperson Feb 2019
Wisdom, a wonder
stupidity, a dread
The perception of both
deeply misread.
The more you know.
J-Long Feb 2019
The end is nigh
I see it coming
Though there is no escape
Some people are running
The others repent
And feed the starving
But its too late now
The cycle is ending
After this cycle
A new beginning
But for now, the end is nigh.
I have seen it coming
Dominic Thompson Feb 2019
Are there times when you feel alone?
Lost in the world with nowhere to go
As if you have been cut off
From any and all forms of communications
With the outside world

And then the feelings come
The feelings of dread
The feelings of no escape
As if you are stuck inside a submarine
Sinking to the bottom of the ocean
Watching the slow descent

And your heart
It pounds for freedom
It yearns to feel free again
Free from these shackles
That are ripping at its strings
And crushing it to oblivion

That pain
It's like no physical pain
There is no morphine for it
You can't drug it away
And it hurts
It really does hurt
Asonna Feb 2019
Fields of the evening, Long grass in the breeze
and a river down her face.
Dark flecks in the sky, it's all a blur,
the magpies all fly home.
Black trails linger down her arms,
Smudged and damp to the touch.
Hyperventilisation with every scarse breath,
And realisation begins to creep in.
She can't go home..
She can't go home...

         ... I can't go home.
now, your face is the one i dread the most
because it is the face ive always wanted the most
but can never have
when i see your face, my breath begins to fade and my heart begins to accelerate
Kei A Feb 2019
I could deal with existential horror
The frequent realization that a monster lurks deep in me
The fear that eats me from inside out

That someday I’ll destroy all I held dear
And leave a gaping hole of emptiness behind
Or the dread that I’ll never be enough

That’s fine
I can fight it, and I’ll win

What I truly fear is them
Those who I don’t control,
who’s action are unpredictable

Violently crushing my will,
And leaving me powerless to fight it
Such is the greatness of external forces

And I know, I can never win
But let me try and resist
Ammar Feb 2019
Memories of when I felt alive,
Dispersed with the sands of time.
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