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fray narte Dec 2020
lately, i am a wreckage of bones
sinking into an internal wound.

if woolf had been alive,
she would carefully fill her pockets
with rocks, falling off a gravestone
and tread,
slowly into my skin —
all drenched and waist-deep
in a heavy, black dress.

and down, she slips away.

oh to never resurface
has its certain poetic appeal
so send some flowers
to the bottom of the lake —
it is now a deathbed
for my weary bones.

and down, down, they slip away.

lately, i am but prosaic murmurs
and bloated flesh
and i guess the difference
between drowning and sinking
is the art of giving up.

i guess the difference is that
here, sirens do not sing to lure;
they all still
and mourn a poet's death.
so young,
so wrong,
so tragic.

and lately, i am a wreckage of bones
sinking into an internal wound.
and down, i go.

and down, i sink.

and down,
i slip away.
Strying Dec 2020
I'm so used to
singing a note
no one else can hear
it's like I'm screaming
underwater
and no one's ever there
drowNing but it's okay
How is everyone doing?
Ashlyn Yoshida Dec 2020
Swirling in an ocean
of brokenness and passion
hands reaching out for another
but in the end only dragging others further down

Everyone is screaming for help
so loudly they can't hear the people around them
Squirming and slithering
Death slides between us all
Eating away the ones who have taken life for too long
A dose of medicine bringing us the cure to misery
by silencing our own thoughts

Choking on charcoal water
The wet dampens my eyes and my hair
clawing and fighting up to the surface
Where many I know tread on the water with ease
Below me are the people who fell into the tempting calm
above me are the ones who made it

weeds tangle about my legs
threatening to drag my body further down
hands clutch at my wrist in hopes for company
slowing me, hurting me, bruising me
It is my own choice whether I cut their fingers or let them stay
Swimming in the murky waters everyone saying they are alone
each with their own setbacks
ignoring the people furthest from them
and pretending that the water is darker and colder
than it has really been
ilias Dec 2020
all the dead sunflowers
in my mind
they were drowning
in the vacuum
I gave them up
to see them
loosing their
blossoms
and I felt so
incredibly powerful
as I drowned
myself too
N Dec 2020
The rain is pouring,
an orchid is drowning,
and you are still sleeping
Megan Dec 2020
please, anybody
listen to my troubles
pop them all, like bubbles
til i find a way out

in the highest tide
i never drown
but merely float
i am troubled now

so please, anybody
before i am too weak
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
You left in a state of confusion

I was sure what we had was concrete
All of a sudden I found myself drowning in a flood of emotions
Feedback?
dylan Dec 2020
We are not
in the same boat,
but we are
in the same storm,
only,
you have a massive ship.
and all i have is a
canoe.
Isabella Dec 2020
I’ve been watching the waves for a while
Their rising, as the foam inches its way up the shore
And their falling, as the current seems to pull me in

The blue of the sea is enchanting
Its gentle whispers are inviting
The chill of the water prickles my skin
But I don’t mind it
The smooth sand washes over my feet with every footstep I take
The waves draw me further and further until my mouth is under water

I close my eyes and hold my breath
And I notice the silence now echoing around me
All I’m left with is my own thoughts, swirling in my head
Which is rather unnerving
In a comforting sort of way
I listen as my mind spills its heavy words
I hear voices I had never dared to acknowledge
I’m reminded of truths I was never willing to accept

I open my eyes to notice the light above me diminishing
I see blurred outlines of my friends and family
I strain to hear the muffles of their words
Are they peering down at me?
Do they notice my limp body sinking?
Will they dive in to save me?

I will not swim back up, I cannot
Despite my love for them, despite all the wonders of the world, I have no more strength to muster
I’ve sunk too far for them to rescue me
But I don’t mind

I don’t want to return to the chaos
I like it down here
It’s quiet, serene
As if time is standing still, no worries in sight
The eerie silence of the ocean as it swallows me whole

I feel a burning in my chest and my mouth bursts open
I inhale deeply and am met with salt as it fills my lungs
I do not sputter, nor do I cough
For it’s almost as if I’m breathing for the very first time

I let my eyes flutter to a close
And perhaps I am nearing death
But my lips curl into a smile as I feel something similar to peace swelling inside my heart
My heart which has been void of life for far too long
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