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Dawn Lambert Mar 2016
I remember the bed just floating there.

Apart, apart, apart, apart.

If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning

For example:

Homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework

See, nothing

Our existence?

It's the same way.

You watch the sun set too often, it just becomes 6 PM

You make the same mistake over and over

you'll stop calling it a mistake

If you just

wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,

one day you'll forget why

Nothing is forever

I last saw my mom when I was four years old

Before the last argument they sent me off to the neighbor's house,

like some astronaut jettisoned from the shuttle.

When I came back there was no gravity in our home, beds floating

I imagined it as an accident, that when I left

We whispered to each other "I love you" so many times over

that they forgot what it meant

Family, family, family, family, family, family

If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning

This became my favorite game

It made the sting of words evaporate.

Separation, separation, separation;

see, nothing

Apart, apart, apart;

see, nothing

I am an injured person now

I work with words all day

Shut up, I know the irony

When I was young, I was taught that the trick to dominating language

was breaking it down

Convincing it that it was worthless

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you..

...See, nothing

Soon after I left I developed a stutter

Fate is a cruel and efficient tutor

There is no escape in stutter

You feel the meaning of every word drag itself up your throat

S-s-s-separation

Stutter is a cage made of mirrors

Every "Are you ok?"

Every "What'd you say?"

Every "Come on kid, spit it out"

Is a glaring reflection you cannot escape

Every terrible moment skips upon its own announcement

Over and over until it just hangs there,

floating in the middle of the room

Mom, ........

....Dad?

I am not wasteful with my words anymore.

Even now after hundreds of hours of practicing away my stutter,

I still feel the claw of meaning in the bottom of my throat.

I have heard that even in space;

You can hear the scratching of a

I-I-I-I love you.
Tab Mar 2016
I'M HIgh
I took all my medication at once
I feel nothing
but I feel like I'm floating
I can't feel my bones
but my feet are cold
is this what its like to be an angel?
an angel on 10 different pills
floating above everyone
maybe, darling I wasn't meant to walk on this world
I really am high
Secret-Author Mar 2016
I cannot move
I cannot be
Sailing alone
On this sea
Towards who knows
Or who can say
Oh so lonely
Like every day
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
I took some pills to pass the time
Don't you worry they were mine
I took some pills to pass the day
I wanted black, was tired of the gray
I took some pills to pass away
Please dear friend don't be in dismay
I took some pills to go to the void
Don't look up what would be said by Freud
I took some pills, the deal is done
Please don't bother yourself to come
I took some pills, now I'm floating away
You'll have to look for me another day
Pauline Morris Feb 2016
Tripping over my own feet again
Revisiting my old sin
My old friend
But it's ok
I don't mind it this way
My mind is numb, my body floats
I don't even need a boat
Now I can fly
No wings need to be applied
It will all be good, until the passing of times sand
When I go in to land
There will be that inevitable crash
That touch down splash
But know need to worry about that now
Oh look a flying cow
Paul R Hensley Jan 2016
And we are floating out to no where
When I crash
When I land this make-shift toy
For all the world to see

That's when you pick up all the pieces of me
Like a broken puzzle
But you don't have all the pieces
And neither do I

Sit and watch the sea of emotions
hopes are gone with one last commotion


And here we are
Look around
No where to be found...
Day three of a seven day binge.
Joyce Jan 2016
Writing with inspiration.
My words are flowing.
Like the wind is howling.
Ice cold blue sky.
Snowflakes floating by.
Slowly ice melting.
Like a tree with autumn leaves.
Swirling and twirling around.
Leaving colors of paint
on forrest ground.
Hear chestnuts falling
on crispering leaves.
Love this beautiful
nature sound.
Words will come as they come.
Like seasons they shift.
Bringing each their own gift.
Snow and cold.
Leaves so colorful.
Flowers will blossom.
Hot sun and beach walking.
Inspire and embrace life
in all of your days.
Give some love on this
beautiful place.
Jellyfish Jan 2016
I am a Jellyfish
colorful yet pain-inflicitng
I remind myself to forget the bad things.
**I keep on floating.
Crucifix Jan 2016
The math adds up I can't deny. I find most men weren't made to fly. Solid bones pull me down, wingless I still touch the ground. I yearn for something higher.
standing wordless yet repeating my desires. I feel the smoke on my soul, my heart like a coal. My minds a machine, churning out dreams. Unreachable, unreachable, without means I lie still. And hope to find a way to reconstruct my will. So I can float in a apparatus surviving but not striving like every other human being.
Ovid Jan 2016
Sound the trumpets for my time has come
The wishes of every breakdown I've ever had are coming true
My questions however are answered as I sink into exile
All along, I knew why things weren't my way
I must wave my hand at the sun because warmth shall be a memory
My suffering will not be of fire, but what I felt all along
Freezing in loneliness
Every soul I've ever crossed paths with will forget me
And the creator will too forget me, as I  wander in torment, freezing, and watching my flesh turn blue
I beckoned the sky to rid me of my timidness when I was a pest to the earth
Now that I've been cleansed,
I cry to the sky to plunge me into fire, so that screams will replace my cries
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