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Day Oct 2014
I keep looking for perfect
in everything that isn't you.
*

( Or maybe ) I'm ( just ) lonely.
Anna Vigue Oct 2013
No Money
No Toys
No Books
No Boys
No Fun
On the Run
Catch me if you can!

Door Open
Fly Out
Cops Chasing
All About
In the Car
Driving Far
Catch me if you can!

Turn Corner
Wheels Screeching
Heat On
Freedom Teasing
Made It Round
The Corner Bend
Let's do it again!
All of the work, none of the reward
Andrew Switzer Aug 2014
Trapped in a future I never desired,
The heartaches and pain trap me high in my spire
Of grief. Relief is a state which I've never attained,
Through the years and the tears, my mind lies twisted and maimed.
Unbroken and eternal, this chain of my failures
Will adorn my body; no temple, a trailer.
I never did learn to meditate.
I couldn't clear the mind of cluttered thoughts.
Dark, disturbing, anxious, irritating--
They know no boundaries...
What? You're trying to calm your mind
Of earthy thoughts, temporal things,
Ha! I'll be certain you can't.

And you heave and shudder and pant
I tend to squirm from the sound and blinking lights
Oh heavens--
Why can't I reach you?
You failed. You lost. You're in trouble. You're worthless.
You're soon to die
--
And on and on, the voices pry
If I can meditate, I'll clear my mind
Unlock my creative potential
Solve the problems that otherwise have me wish to die

But yet, in the seeking
Of steady thoughts, insight, removal left
I've only acquired
Dark thoughts inspired...
By jostled calm,
Failed meditation.
Teressia Jun 2014
i ****** made it without you
despite the damage you caused
can you hear my voice
it's clear and loud
can you hear my laughter
can you see my beautiful smile
can you see my steps from yesterday's
believe me, am capable of more than you know
just watch me walk away
because of you i conquered something
because of you i learned to endured
falling out of love.
Mary Christopher Jun 2014
I wanted to be the one who saved him
And maybe that’s the saddest part,
That I wanted to save him
But failed.
I kept trying, but I never could

And I know that’s kind of horrible,
That I didn’t want him to be himself.
I wanted him to be someone else

Someone he wasn’t
And never would be
And never could be
Even if he tried

I wanted him
But I also wanted someone else
So I tried to make him be both

But of course I failed
Because each of us
Has only one life to live

So if someday
He becomes someone he’s not
I will know

And I will hate it
Because now I realize how beautiful
His own self really is

And I would never wish him to be someone else
Not now
Not anymore

Because I am me
And he is he
And that’s all we’ll ever be

And knowing that is a strange sort of beautiful
That not even the best writer could put into words.

m.c.c.
about a friend of sorts...
Martin Feussner Jun 2014
How do you expect me to love someone back
If I wasn't loved back by someone I loved
How do you expect me to continue on happily living my life
If I lost the chance to be with someone I truly loved
How do you expect me to get over it easily
If it is the only thing I had really longed for in life
How do you expect me to fall in love again
If I have already failed once at it
Isn't it said:
"Once bitten, twice shy?"
Now tell me...
How do you?
society thinks it's easy, but it isn't
Daylight 4U2C May 2014
The iron drips from my fingers.
The man gives out a yell.
The child launches, she launches at me.
Sadly her launch had failed.
I chuckled at her, with no pity.
Her frightened face, what a laugh.
The person she’s crying for isn't worth dying for.
After all,
he was a bad man.
It’s funny, so funny, funny the fact.
The fact, she thought if she grabbed my neck then,
maybe, just maybe, maybe I’d die.
I laughed again and finally, I gave out a sigh.
“Poor child,” I said my voice left unchanged.
“You misunderstood. I shouldn't be ashamed.
Your idol has done so many bad things,
now he’ll pay for his sins of adultery,
in a place which this blind man cannot see.
She fell to the ground befalling her tears.
This was the end of her happy years.
What? Did she think it was a fairy tale life?
Reality is sharp, just like a knife.
I laughed at the fact I took his life,
with just one swing of my most dull scythe.
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