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Tony Tweedy Jul 24
Like a hungry shark has loneliness again come to feed upon my heart and mind.
Ravenous and savage it feeds upon a soul that warmth and love has left behind.
Once again a mind and heart that love avoids is to the darkness lead.
Bloodied, mauled and torn to shreds, remnant carcass left floating dead.
Never sated and without remorse it tears, as it feeds there in the empty dark.
Savagely, ever feeding, ever gnawing, ripping into my souls last hopeful spark.
Hungry, starving, ravenous and in frenzy and seemingly never fully fed.
No worth, no value, adrift, no purpose to any futures' plan but still I am not dead.
Razor teeth intent upon taking every ounce of my last mortal dream and hope.
Until mind is convinced that it's only peace is best found in a loop of sturdy rope.
This is the game that shark and loneliness play so often within my heart and mind.
The shark, the loneliness, love or a length of rope who wins I am still yet to find.
I hate these days when they come... never knowing the duration or if it is the last time.
Siren Feb 3
I am
fed up

of this
game
with
you

I have
created
in my head

Fed up
with this
imaginary world

tearing me
apart

Fed up
with the
impairing
the
glaring
Make stage for the head cage.
Quansome Jan 16
I want to break all the glasses
All the glasses on the floor
Throw them down shattered and mixed  
And when you return you’ll walk in
You say what’s all this and I’ll point
See that that’s my heart
Which part you’ll say
Exactly
You filled
The lonely void
But, took something
More precious when you
Scampered,

Thought we got
Something special
The lies you fed,

An entertainer
A pass time
My worth
You
Measured,

Million pieces scattered
Around me
No matter,

Continents apart
Still
A thorn
From my past,

Poking me
For naivety
I crass,

Trust a
Foreign land
I fear to venture,

Burnt thousand times
Scars lathered
Still burning from
Alt you poured,

Your laughter ‘still’
Rang in ears
Calling me unworthy
I swear,

You whiled
Away with pride
Crushing mine,

I carry the ashes
To this day
Remembering the words
‘You were to easy to sway’
Jordan LC Murphy May 2019
One last ride before I go,
To start the next adventure,
**** this life and all o’ you *****,
I hope you’ll burn to cinders,
One last wish of a tortured soul,
To kiss asphalt with my tires,
Many daggers deep in my back,
And still I walk the fire.
One last hope of a broken dreamer,
With nothing left to lose,
Nothing but this worthless life and all the scars of abuse..

“Love me forever, or not at all!!”
Miss me forever! Like you never did before.. Fed up with Fugazi’s
Fed up to the core.
Fed up with life
RIP Lem Motörhead
Toxic yeti Apr 2019
A lot of stupid people
Ask stupid freakin’
Questions
Like why do you
Do this
Or what makes you tick
Or if I believe what I say
If you believe those questions
Its none of your business.  
Haha.
Toxic yeti Feb 2019
As I hear
The roar
Of a jet enegine
I look up and
See a Boeing 777
Take off
The ultimate freedom.
Kewayne Wadley Jan 2019
She fed my soul with the
Kindest of hands.
Revealing a hunger I didn't know.
I ate from her hands,
Knowing the pieces that she gave
Were near & dear.
I ate expecting her to stop.
Seeing past her body,
These beautiful hands.
I'd wave my hand to stop
But instead she smiled and continue to give more.
She gave pieces of her soul.
Her hands like spoons,
Blowing the pieces that were too hot.
Easing them into my mouth.
Her hands like home
The heartbeat I knew with in.
Warm, comforting.
jennifer delong Jan 2019
How can so many continue to believe
How can so many be so trusting
Trusting in our failing government
Trusting in the daily lies spread
What is it gonna take ?
It's so obvious it really is
It gets so frustrating
When will we all be done
What is it gonna take
I mean seriously can it get any worse
It's plain to see no one's caring
about our freedoms our rights our needs
It's all just a competition
So many of us poor barely scraping by
So many treated like crap
Can't we all say enough
It's our government
It's up to us to say enough
and if we don't like now
I'm sure it's gonna end
It won't be pretty it will be distruction
Utter pain and devastation
© Jennifer Delong 1/14/19
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