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Ky Blackstar Jun 2014
Sitting alone swaying back and forth hyperventilating, drowning in failure and gasping for acheivement
Rochelle R Jun 2014
Oh, Tepid Girl!
You insipid fool,
Beware your step!
Your bank-less waters,
Brackish, deep.
Keep your head
above the break, girl!
You're gonna sink.
You're neither here
Nor there, girl!
Can't go back,
Stuck, stand still.

Oh, paint your face girl
It doesn't change,
Face the light!
You aren't beauty,
You're that grey area,
In between,
Smart but mute, girl.
Blinders on,
Hackles drawn,
You're neither hot
Nor cold, girl.
Can't hang on,
Quick, patch up.

Oh, Tepid Girl!
You insipid fool,
You burned yourself.
On Monotony,
So Robotically!
Tragically,
Girl.
All the mistakes I made in the past
They follow and chase me down my path
I'm trying to let them go
But they won't leave me alone

Errors and misunderstandings
These two words I cannot fathom
They keep pulling me down
And closer to the ground
Kalia Eden May 2014
Save: to stop something from ending or failing, to keep something from being lost or wasted; to keep
To keep
To keep.

REMEMBER WHO YOU WANTED
TO BE?


THERE IS STILL TIME
Anthony Perry Apr 2014
I was too young to hate, falling asleep afraid, my dreams never stayed straight, they contorted and they twisted, then the monsters would come and visit,I'd blink and appear in an asylum, hugging the walls in the dark it starts, I'd only be able to hear them, no light and I could never see any windows to know if it was day or night but hearing the sounds would make me take dirt and push it in my eyes to banish my sight, I start to hear the footsteps as they circled around me so I'd stand still in hopes they couldn't hear me but they would mimic my families voices so I couldn't help but reach out and that's when I'd feel something dry and slimy, I'd scream as I notice its loose skin that I'm touching and the tears would wash out the dirt and leave my eyes blurry and grimy, a labyrinth of horrors separated me from the world and my sanity, locked away with the worst things my imagination could conjure, I'd wake up to my parents shaking me and yelling to snap out of it but I'd only see shadows and something separating the head from my fathers shoulders, as a child my sanity was very narrow, nothings worse than trying to sleep at night but instead you see a man sever the leg to your mother then trying to **** out all the bone marrow, I couldn't escape, and every day for so many years I had to suffer at night whenever the black curtains would fall and suffocate, I was too young when I learned to hate, I hated to be me when I wasn't me and I hated to be seen when it wasn't really me, that's when i learned what it was like to be your worst enemy, before I was eight I already felt like I was one big error, I would stay up late but my eyes would fall and my dreams would terminate as I fell into another night terror.
Jacob Traver Jun 2013
I fail; still you succeed
I cry; still you smile
I stumble; still you stand
I crumble; still you're strong

Where my failures fall into a darkened hole
They hide and grow and wreck my soul
They torture me until I am no more
And like a lion they fiercely roar

I scream; you answer
I need; you supply
I find; you're treasure
I fall; you rescue

I find you like a dove alighting
And I slowly, slowly give up my fighting
I run into your outstretched arms
Where you protect me from failures and harm.
Styles May 2014
An angel's wings burn
ashes fall to the ground
these thoughts so profound
we rather lie, instead of not making sound
these thoughts up rain down
her feet touching down
the other way around
ashes, to ashes;
we
all
fall
down.
Sydney Marie Apr 2014
Not one but two, it gives you the diversity and creates that possible outcome that no one will understand.
To you it's clear, it has a reason, only to make you happy.
When you see it you know it.
You get lost in perfect stillness.
It all makes sense when you can't let go.
When you look you see exactly what you need to see.
Look deeper and you see what they want you too see.
Inflection is the strongest feeling.
When I look, I see what no one else will or can but it's perfect.
I don't want them seeing what I see.

Otherwise it wont be as special  as it is.
Talarah Shepherd Apr 2014
It's all I could ever do to read this
informative wall scrawl, idle
eyes hiding from peripheral refuse
scripting lines in lines in lines
the lines
engulf and then recede at light speed
inverted to white on black as the last night's
last bright stars erased over our expanse and
while I continue to dig, I await some conclusion or loop
wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait
while I continue to wait, I dig at conclusion or loophole to return
I find only my positive proof to the absolute
Did we move?
I never did

— The End —