Sylph 4d
Sometimes I catch myself feeling--
something strangely indescribable
It's like--no matter the words I use to describe it,
they will never be enough--
to express it to its fullest extent

It's better to just let your body move together with--
the shallow currents of your overflowing emotions

It's better to just let your mind wander--
forever lost in the hollowed echoes of the catacombs

It's better to let your hands be guided--
by the puppet strings visible to only you

But if you keep yourself chained--
all you ever will be is a doll left unnamed

Sometimes I catch myself wondering why--
I seem to hurt myself with--
expectations I will never be able to meet
It hurts, but I just can't stop--
So I keep wondering--
                       Just why?
A poem left unfinished.
Skylar 4d
I get mad at you and it feels like storms brewing inside me
But you are not the cause
Merely an attempt at a sweet remedy
Sit still and wonder.
Know that I miss you and I’m not sure how
Or what to do with these emotions see I haven’t felt
In quite a while and this, well this is a tsunami when I’d hoped to start with just a
Of clarity the storm clouds I wished would clear became stronger because now
I can feel but it means I can feel sadness and regret and hurt and anxiety and missing you.
A lot stronger than
Know that I love you and what is more than that is that  
I feel that too now.
You make me feel alive but being alive does not just mean happy please
Try and understand the madness and if you cannot please
Try and accept it.
For I want nothing more than to love you with this fire in my belly rather than be angry
Hurt at words you aren’t saying
Keep me at bay.
Keep me still.
Keep me calm.
You are my remedy
And being away is giving my time to think and see how fucking blessed I am and then
I get mad and how
How can I treat this one this special one like he
Should know me when it’s been months
Of course he doesn’t.
At least he wants to learn.
Learn me each and every crevice in my mind every little loop of despair
And I wonder to myself now;
If I asked him what colour I loved
Would he know the answer?
Being away from you is hard when service means a shoddy good morning text at noon; a photo is a “look where I am today” and a call comes from the shitty phone box that takes my golden coins
But goddamn I need your voice more than wealth so
And I don’t know how to comprehend it but my instinct is to push you as far away as I can stomach
So I can stop missing you
Quite so much.
So believe me when I say misplaced emotion betrays me and I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I’m trying  
I love you.
More than you know.
you asked me not to smoke
i asked you to stay
you wanted someone else
i wanted you
you pressed your lips on someone else
i pressed a cigarette to mine
both forgetting what was expected
Sylph 6d
Have you ever wondered
about the way a mirror worked?
not exactly in a technical sense
but more on a self-reflective instance

Who do you see?
is it the same figure in every other photo?
is it a version crafted by your own perception?
is it the one molded by fluctuating expections?

our minds work in various ways
majority of them being ones we may not even be aware of
then again
maybe they were never meant to be understood


What do you want to see?
the one you see may not be the one you want to be--
the one you want to be may not be who you will be--
the one you will be may not be the one you want to see--

everything just leads back to itself
unknowingly stuck in an endless loop of indecisiveness

Sometimes I pity the reflection.

Have you ever wondered about the figure in the mirror?
Have you ever wondered how pathetic their life is?

You can be the richest man on this planet
Or be a desperate beggar knocking on death's door

But nothing--
Absolutely   n o t h i n g.
will change the fact--
that your reflection is living a second-hand life
fabricated by someone they have no control over

No options.
No decisions.
No emotions.
No worries.
No freedom.

When you disappear,
so will they.

That is the true represention
of your sole purpose being--
simply waiting to die.
Have you talked to your reflection today?
Rebecca Jun 9
And they tell me
It's gonna be alright
but who are they to assure me?
I mean it's never been their fight

And for all these years I
listened to their tales
on how to be brave
and behave like 'a good kid'.

But I've grown since then and
now I understand
they pushed the buttons
to make me move
the most convenient way
for themselves.
Aa Harvey Jun 8
Use me again.

I’m not sure what I think of you,
But I still have to come and use you.
I’m not sure what I think of you,
But I shall let you use me too.

There’s a tidal wave of pressure, crashing down upon me;
I think it’s time, to refocus my energy.
I need to lift this weight off my shoulders;
To remove your expectations and set myself free.

All I want, from you, is nothing!
All you need is all you see.
Why did you not, buy a conscience?
Why can you not, sell your greed?

Give me a gun, so I can eat a bullet;
Break my skull, with just one bite.
The hole in my head, let’s out the blood;
The cold air needs, to rush inside and hide.

Our time has now, just burnt away,
Into a cloud of misspent youth.
All I was looking for was love…
I only found sorrow and contempt for you.

(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Amanda Jun 7
Love you find in fairytales
Is falsely portrayed and blurred
Knights and princes do not exist
At least that's what Ive heard

Happiness is a hoax
Impossible to reach in chances
I guess it all depends
On fair or poor circumstances

Boasts of castles are dishonest
There's no such thing as forests enchanted
These are hopeful ideas
Well-meaning people implanted

A story does fine to entertain
Listen closely when I say this;
A frog won't transform into the man of your dreams
And you can't wake from a coma by feeling true loves kiss
I've alwats been a hopeless romantic. Maybe it's all the disney princess movies I watched! Damn you Walt Disney...

Written 4-10-12
meg Jun 6
Do not respect be because I am a woman,
but because you are a man.

Because you understand that you are human.
That I am human.
That we are simple living breathing creatures.

That we all have cells.
That we all have tissue.
That we are all almost dead, 
and the most you could do is spare me.

You could stop pretending
to be this man.
You do not protect
this household.
Or me,
my life,
this heart.

There is nothing expected
of anyone in this lifetime
unless they want it.
The expectation.

Do they comfort you?
Do they make you feel better?
Do they depict how you want your life to be?
Or do you think for once
you’re worth more than that.
Lea Jun 5
I’m sorry
It was not my intention
to disrupt the peace
Or to see gargoyles and gypsies
In the corners
I did not mean to chat with shadows
Or to try to walk with my arms
I’m sorry
I never planned
This hunched existence
Squinting over paper
Ink-stained knuckles
Fairy-fuelled thoughts
I did not choose to mumble
To myself, bits of stories
So I wouldn’t forget
Pretty lines such pretty pretty words
I did not mean to cherish them
Like jewels or mornings
But once they were fastened
around my neck
Once they are shining around me
Being without them was choking
I’m sorry
lilly Jun 5
perhaps this has lost its spark

perhaps i no longer feel the words hanging on the edge of my tongue
waiting for my mouth to open and for them to drip off
onto paper
the way they always used to

or perhaps the doors to my mouth (heart) have been slammed shut by expectations
from my family (no)
my friends (no)
society (no it's not)

from myself

exams and grades and my overwhelming urge to try hard and work hard and do well and i'm just so scared of failing—

it builds upon my shoulders
i feel like atlas carrying the weight of the earth except
there's nothing beautiful in the weight i'm carrying
there's nothing living

perhaps i'm thinking too much
this might just be paranoia (no)
this might just be writer's block (no)
this might just be me being me (it's not)

perhaps i've just lost a bit of inspiration

*perhaps i've just lost a bit of myself
maybe i just don't know
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