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Sydney Bittner Mar 2018
When the rain has driven away the dry
What’s left of us sticks
To the soles of sockless feet, between the toes
Where nature and the self meet

I can taste it, building plaque between my teeth
With hopeless fingers scrape it
Wait for tooth decay, part with the idea
Of a life fulfilled and the perfect day

You can’t run away from death
The harder you try,
The closer it seems you get, and then
Your knees are hitting the mud again

There’s nothing I can do, the night closes in
The doctor’s orders
Are to kiss once again, and part
You have my beauty, you have my art.
SangAndTranen Mar 2018
We see you commander,
Floating away.
Don’t lower your flag,
We need you to stay.

Don’t lift off this Earth.
That won’t do you good.
You’ll only be lonely,
We did what we could.

Will the little men save you?
I think not.
Don’t float away,
Or you will be gone.

Commander, you command this rocket,
Starboard, port, into the abyss.
We serve under you without failure,
But we cannot function like this.

I know you think that no one will care,
But we do, we love you, and life is not fair.

You have a purpose; Commander come back,
Don’t give up on us,
or we will all crack.
Got inspired in the middle of doing chemistry work :/ Bit Bowie inspired.
austin Mar 2018
my monsters are silent
no one hears my screams
these demons are violent
and they conquer me in teams

look into my eyes,
my synthetic smile,
I'll hide what underlies,
crying's not my style

Through the thick I drag these chains
chronic mental pains
Over me my demons reign
misery my veins contain

Through the dust I try to see
the lifeless creature that is me
I'll set fire to these trees
and my life, I will seize
jas Jan 2018
that face in the mirror simply cannot be me
for the most logical reason I can think of
for one, I do not look merely as admiring as her
nor can I compete
confidence
a thing I lack indeed

when I meet someone new
they do not jump at me
not really and so I have to ask myself why
am I not built like the rest
indifferent

trust issues
indefinitely
mind freaks when you talk to anyone but me
isn't that funny
day 13
Small Turtle Jan 2018
...
I was alone all my life
For a brief moment I thought I wasn't...
But that disappeared swiftly
And hit me harder than anything before...
It feels as if my soul is gone
I lost it with all my feelings...
I need to find it...
I'm slowly dying without it
But where to look?
Under the table? Behind the bed?
Maybe I need to go on journey?
Travel throughout the world
Seek something that cannot be found
Do you know how it looks like?
How it feels like?
Even I don't know how to find myself
So how can somebody help?
I'm all alone on this quest...
Will I find it or will I die trying?
Shirley J Davis Nov 2017
With arms flailing
With heart dying
I fell into the abyss

No light there
Only darkness and gloom
It left my spirit crying

Spiraling, spiraling
Out of control
My soul dead within my chest

No one could save me
Except God, who was silent
Help is not coming

So, I fall, ever falling
Into the depths few can fathom
Deeper into the abyss
The abyss I am speaking about in this poem is the abyss of depression. Everyone experiences depression in some form at least once in their lives. The kind of depression I am speaking of is major clinical depression. The pain, hopelessness, and helplessness of this disorder are overwhelming.
Nikhil Krishna Oct 2017
We ask our lord today
“We ask our lord today”
To forgive those we lost
“To forgive those we lost”

Why? Why ask forgiveness
For those who sought to destroy
Render our world fictitious
Burned our world like Troy

They promised us utopia
Left us with dystopia
Burning rage sparks our collective will
Render unto the gallant dead
They merrily rushed to the battlefield

We ask our lord today
“We ask our lord today”
To forgive the sins of the unborn
“To forgive the sins of the unborn”

Help! Help those in need
Will our children see the deed?
Passed on to us by virtue
Now we pass it on to you

Bone heaps and dallied dead
Fragrance spoilt roses
Left for a faceless grave
Dystopian hellscape

We ask our lord today
“We ask our lord today”
To guide our hands from strife
“To guide our hands from strife”
Prevent us from repeating
What our ancestors failed preventing
Rebecca Rose Oct 2017
Out of breath

And helpless

And afraid

And angry

And quiet

Oh so quiet

You've always been so quiet

So why does it feel like you've been screaming all these years?
The vocal cords bear the brunt of the damage
Jayantee Khare Oct 2017
The melancholy
masked in the daylight,
The smiling face lies!

Tears of helplessness
release at late night,
The fake smile dies!

The painful heart
bleeds words as poems,
The yearning soul cries!
ML Otto Oct 2017
I don't know what the darkness told you
When you touch it with your toe
Carefully testing out its feeling
Hesitant and slow

I didn't know how scared you were
Until I saw the fear
Buried in your soul so deep
When you touch the darkness near

I will never know the reason
You feared the darkness so much
For the darkness that you feared
Was just life's messy touch

I know now that I couldn't save you
When darkness stole you away
Just a touch if its great fear
Was enough to make you stray
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