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apollota Sep 2016
I'm frozen.
Standing in place,
my feet still on the cold concrete I once called home.
I can see the spinning wheel.
Constantly turning,
but never changing time.
Like a vortex without energy
or a lamp without light.
It's nothing,
just there.
It exists.
But,
do I?
2016-09-29
Sadly the man said
In a casual tone
"The mind is a funny thing.
It can produce wonders beyond my conception. Yet as with all things the scale slides both ways. If given a knife and a hand to hold, the mind will surely consume the soul."
Mims Sep 2016
If,
They,
Kissed me,
Right here,
On my face,
My,
Objections,
Wouldn't,
Exist.
thehiddenwriter Sep 2016
There are a few people you meet
Who are truly authentic and
Genuine.

These people are what I call ' gems '
They teach us things
That most us
Don't even know exist
b e mccomb Sep 2016
begin with a
disinfectant wipe
and wash your eyes
right off your face

(it might sting a little
but that's a small
price we all must pay
before we die)


next grind your
toenails down to a fine
sheen using only the
shower curtain

(it may take hundreds
of years and that's why
i'm telling you to
begin immediately)


let the roots of your
hair dig down into
the ground and slowly
bury your face

(at this point in the
procedure you may
pass out from lack of
air or lack of hope)


finally tattoo morse code
messages behind your ears
with a rusty safety pin and
old charcoal art pencils

(it doesn't matter what it
says because nobody can
read it back there nor
do they actually care to)


and submerge your
nose into isopropyl
rubbing alcohol just
to smell poisoned

but most importantly
of all when you begin
to experience pain so
intense you do not
have words with
which to describe it

always tell yourself
that nothing is real


n o t  y o u
n o t  a g o n y
n o t h i n g
i s  r e a l.


then take down the
noose hanging in
the back of your closet
turn off the light and
fall into the deepest
sleep of your life

*(whether or not you're
real or not doesn't matter
it just matters what you're
telling yourself to stay alive.)
Copyright 8/13/16 by B. E. McComb
Ambiguous Frizz Aug 2016
She's tired..

Like a flower slowly withering as the cold wind goes

She needs the sun again.

She needs moisture.

Or maybe it's time for her petals to fall.

So let it hit the ground

Softly and full of grace

For she may flee

With the beauty of the wind

and be gone

but exist

*forever..
Summer Michelle Jun 2016
I know you're talking
I hear you

I know you're watching
I can feel your stare

I know you notice
When I leave the room

But it's how it feels
When all you are
Exists but it's not alive

I know you're talking
But I don't know why

I know you're watching
But why do you care

I know you notice
But why is it me

Slowly I stopped living
But I still existed
I was still breathing
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