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I S A A C Jan 2022
I plant seeds of hope into my cranium
that ill be laid out in the meditterian
sea with the water hugging me
I plant seeds of hope into my cranium
that my heart is gold and titanium
and that I will never again know the lows that I've known
instead, I can just float
float away
swim away to a better place
one not plagued with flawed structures
one not filled with hungry vultures
always looking for their next ****, their next meal
but maybe it's just our culture, to ****
maybe these seeds of hope will
save me from this desolate land
grant me a benevolent man
so I plant my seeds again
aspen wilde Oct 2021
there is no future, and there is no escape
it’s now or never
i’ve never had this hollowness in my gut
where i realise there is no way out

i am trapped in this body but also forever
does that mean i’m trapped with this mind
i can’t go on like this anymore

it could happen at any moment
whether i go through the consequences then

i need to end this suffering
my head is so full i don’t know what i’m expected to do anymore
i just feel like an empty lifeless corpse

all i can do is float around and pretend to be a part of something when actually i'm not

i’ve lost the place i felt safe to somewhere i can’t see and don’t know if it’s true
i don’t understand it

but what’s the point anymore
if i’m going to end and all my friends are going to end
why not end now instead of suffering through day to day

i’m useless
worthless

i wish it was easier to let go
but i know it’s not easy
especially when no one can hear me

because i can only scream in silence
you’re my parents, you don’t realise but you’re pushing me further into myself and one day i won’t be able to come back

you’ve just told someone who’s already suicidal that there is no hope. how do you think i feel


because i can only scream in silence.
Under the night, I now hold you deeply, for
the sun of you heals hearts through
only your peace alone, your
the light in the touch of lips
on my skin is light as the
petals of the sky around
us, in our float, I ask
for the subtle beauty in the
midnight hours,
where dark is light
and sings, “love is
in the unseen”, for we
see each other as we are,
In all of atoms, love,
space, and time in
the touch of our
hands, you are I,
from the deep
blue rush in skin,
to the sacred,
we return.
Cardboard-Jones Jun 2021
Up
.
.
.
Are we going?
Are we flowing?
Kiss me slow.
I’m decoding.
Okay, now you got me floating in your head...
...while I’m sinking...
...in your bed...
.
.
.
take me up
show me what you owe me
take me up
.
.
.
so this is what you mean, “all eyes on me?”
im brushing off debris,
soaking in your dream.
Show me the unseen.
Where has it all been?
Show me the extent, I don’t wanna pretend.
Take me up.
.
.
.
Show me what?
What you know?
Kiss me fast.
I’m encoded.
it also works when read from bottom to top i think :o
Brett Jun 2021
Earth is claustrophobic
Trapped on a spinning rock, doomed to never leave
Celestial dreams these human eyes will never see
Maybe home is the space between, the weight of gravity
And floating through the seams
Cut the tether
Drifting out passed the horizon of dead seas
Major Tom awaits to meet
The anxiety of external and internal exploration
Payton Hayes Feb 2021
To lay with my head on your lap, was all I ever really wanted do.                                                              ­                                                                 ­                                                 
                                                                ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­        A place where I can be safe.                                                            ­                                                                 ­                                                    A place where I can be warm.      
                                                     ­                                                                 ­                                                  Somewhere I can let every care float away from my mind.

When I am with you, even breathing has a sweetness, to it, that I can't begin to describe.
This poem was written in 2016. I'm not sure why it's formatted like that or how to fix it, but the format doesn't really change the meaning. :P
softcomponent Feb 2021
There are little pieces of yourself on the kitchen counter.

You find it in your soul to blink and look away,

wiring it all in writing for posterity,

because ink can draw outlines, maybe a little piece of you

will float back.


part of you hopes not,

as if there were

one thing you promised

you'd never do.
Maria Etre Jan 2021
It was a fleeting moment
that took me with it
I'm washed away by the waves
Floating in this vast ocean
Will you be the one who saves
Or will that stay in my imagination


I'm washed away by the waves
Left alone in my thoughts
Follow the way the water paves
Wonder what I will come across
EmperorOfMine Sep 2020
Lately, they've been stormy; trapped in a field of electricity, I'm scared. And as I ponder the world once the clouds aren't so heavy, the world with clarity; I find myself wondering...




do they care?
i am aware  ¿


Shaken by the voices in my clouds;

                                       you will never be enough
                                       You are unworthy of love
                                                       Give up
                                    They will prove us right again
                                  They will break your pitiful heart


                                                         ­           I'm covered in this darkness.

Swallowed alive by the destruction in my ever-living mind
Why, why must I strive for the basic right to breathe...
to live
to laugh
to love...

When I look above I follow below, who knows this answer.

I'm stressed, floating, choking, hanging by my thoughts
Stuck in the clouds.
                                  .
                     ­             .
                                  .
              ­                    .
                                  .
       ­                           .
                                  .
­                                  .

Finding the path in which my purpose lies...i try. With a wish upon a star for 21 summers and 21 winters, I may only plea that it come true.


Because...I'm scared
That if It doesn't
I'll forever...be stuck in the clouds
Floating
F
A
R




a w a y~
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