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janelflorendx Mar 2017
Putting myself at risk or being spontaneous of the feeling of death makes me happy because its what makes me feel alive even for just a moment
Aly Jan 2017
I’m drowning, I said.
Swim, you snapped.

I don’t know how,
I just don’t know where to start.
If I should fix me—
how to fix me.

Do it one at a time,
sun peeked through your smile.

My ankles were chained,
locked in rusty old metals
and key’s drowning deep.

Dive it in.

I don’t know how to do it.
Tears resounded on ocean waters,
they never will back out.
Demons will always pry onto your pretty mind,
before you could catch your breath.

They burn well.
Before it hurt,
they burnt your lungs.
And you still,
try to catch your breath
hopelessly.

Live, you said.
I’ll be here.
I’m always here.
You could use my shirt,
or my shoulder,
or take my blood.

Shy thing,
thank you.
This one's for my little sister.
Tommy W Sep 2016
A small child explored a rocky beach
As he ate a peach
His foot slipped and he fell
Then he found a sea shell
It was tiny
And shiny
He put it in his pocket
Then remembered, in his pocket was a locket
Of his sister whom had died
All because he had lied
He remembered the day
They were at the bay
He had told his sister the ocean was calm
As she looked at her palm
“I don’t know how to swim”
She told him
He convinced her it was okay
As he watched the ocean spray
She frowned
Then went into the ocean and drowned
I've noticed that my poems seem to revolve around death lately.. Even if I have the intention of making a happy or funny poem.. Oh well, I still like how they turn out. Let me know what you guys think of it!
Posted 9/22/2016
Saurabh Tak Aug 2016
Painted* in multi-color,
I wanted to sue the host,
but I ain't a lawyer.

Aroused by the massage,
I wanted to marry the lad,
but I ain't taking that passage.

Drowned *in the cookie,
I wanted to speak,
now, its all a blur.

Am i sleeping or its a deep blue sea?
Please, see past the waves,
I am more than just a *Fantasy
.

The **** hasn't kicked in yet,
Smoke's not cleared,
guess what - I am winning every Poker lot.

The ride, with slow brakes, is hard to steer,
Its Jack's car, life ain't so different,
if accompanied by a Belgium beer.

The road is smooth, and the lane is set,
yet, there are warm clouds,
Its Nelly's smoke, life ain't like that.

I guess, 'm far from home,
though, it feels like home,
the blue sky and the warm sun,
Nelly and Jack, with a bun
.

For Jack and Nelly and the awesome time, I spent with them.
Spenser Bennett Apr 2016
I drowned myself
In the glass half-full
Too god ****** proud
To believe in dying with a lungful
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
I rage against the waves of anger,
Slashing away at the waterline,
With a sword of cork and wood.

Relentless is my fury against,
This opposition vast and immortal.


I spend every millisecond of my frail life,
Swinging and swiping, fighting imaginary ghosts.
My haggard arms wash away in the receding tides,
And my starved body collapses and goes underneath.
My gaunt figure goes lifeless, filling with the departing waters.

I died thinking I had won.
Ronald Christian Jan 2016
Scary things
As you drag deep from your emotions
...
You have been drowned
Firefly Jan 2016
How lonely would you be,
Sitting on the only rock,
Above water in a lake?
Can you cry,
If I were to die,
Drowned beneath these waves?
Listen to the flying shadow,
He cries, he screams, he travels with ******,
Foreshadowing awaited end, floating up,
Out of the water,
I can no longer touch the border,
Of water and earth,
And the transparent evidence of my life,
No longer does it irritate me,
No longer does it sparkle in this underwater sunshine.
How happy would you be,
If I were to rise?
How happy would you be,
If I appeared alive?
                             -from firefly
My depression came back with a vengeance today. I got beat up for walking weird and talking weird....its stupid as I always talk in a feminine voice( my voice just haven't changed yet so it is actually a little boy voice...but I know I know..I'm 17) so I got ganged and I couldn't help it when I ran to the bathroom to giggle while I sliced and diced...
Please forgive me HP....but firefly has lost his light and I don't think I can manage to write another hopeful poem as I am far from hopeful now.......I love you :( (
JA Jan 2016
Like the ocean so deep and blue
My heart was drowned,
waiting to be saved by you.
ylruceiram Jan 2016
She's so down
She can't dig back up
No matter how hard she pushed
No matter how hard she struck the boulder
She can't even make a single dent

She's so drowned
She can't even swim back up to breathe

No matter how hard she struggled
No matter how fast she flailed her arms
She can't even move herself a bit back up

She's so broken
She can't even count her pieces
No matter how hard she picked
No matter how strong she held on
She would always break down like a paper castle every single time

She's so lost
She really can't find herself
No matter how hard she looked
No matter how fast she ran
She's still that lost, broken and drowned girl stucked in the swallowing darkness
Idk
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