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Orville Sep 2016
We are the voiceless
Puppets whose audience gains
in our misfortune
They all say that it will be better someday, somehow
But it will never exceed the 'better day' you had last time
So through the downs and piking ups, your better days get worse

It comes to a point where your best days are not cutting through an artery
Or walking out in front of a car
And avoiding driving your car off a bridge to your peace, or as others call it, death
Then waking up is a better day


And then it comes down to the air you breath
Each breath is your better day
Until even breathing is too difficult
But there will be no more pain or suffering
And maybe better days were not meant for you to use here
But somewhere else
Some place better
A better day
Spike Harper Sep 2016
It is always in the darkest of tombs.
Does a radiant gem shine the brightest.
Among those that found themselves.
Mere stones.
There to steal whatever hue granted.
As if precedence was the one lacking.
But every now and again.
Two would come together.
Illuminating the inner sanctum with their collision.
Only this match was set before it began.
No amount of kindling could stir ash.
Yet the lightning that flashed.
Ignited events.
In whispers.
Sorrow.
Hope.
Persistence.
It's only in this universe.
That existence overlaps itself.
In preservation.
For what else is there.
When death is used as a teaching tool.
Just to educate the mindless into ignorant coma.
A lasting self induced hypocrisy.
One that is always just an instant away.
But forevermore unspoken.
Sarah Lin Sep 2016
I cannot fathom
how extremely loathsome
I must be to look at

I'm a burden you say
getting heavier each day
but some would disagree

I've spent my nights
crying on the roof
hiding from your sight
afraid of your next move

There came a day
when I could take no more
I packed my bags
and walked out the door

I don't regret a thing
except for loving you
but I threw away my ring
it sank to the ocean floor

Your mind is a puzzle
each piece is deformed
some are missing
lost in the past

I run with the deer
I fly with the birds
and if you ever draw near
I'll cut you with my words
Marte Lindholm Sep 2016
A ******* her own
With a broken heart
Seeking a shoulder to cry on
And that she will get

Her friend offers her comfort
And gives her the kindest words
Spending a lot of time together
The friendship grows and grows

Her broken heart is healed
She feels so happy
Because of him
Or is it really that simple?

Because friendship grew to romance
And her feelings became so strong
That she no longer knew how
This will ever go

She asked him out
And he said yes
Her heart skipped a beat
She was so happy

But when she thought it was working
She soon had to find out it wasn't
Because he loved another girl
She was so sure he was

Her mood changed to the worse
She didn't smile anymore
Her heart in intense pain
And all hope lost

But then again
He seemed so interested
They seemed to have something
Something so special, or?

He spent less and less time with her
And she lost all hope
She tried to tell him, she tried so hard
But he didn't seemed to understand

Maybe they weren't meant to be
Maybe he loved another girl
Maybe she was just stupid
Or maybe just a hopeless romantic
Yv S Sep 2016
there is no poetry in this,
in the cold cascade of misery upon misery
upon anger
in teen hearts and
brittle limbs,
eyes red and tired and
sleep forgotten in alleyways and
empty glasses.
was supposed to be longer but here's rest:

where is the poetry in this hopelessness?
perhaps in the attempt at explaining
concrete feet and
cemented brains --
solid only in fear and paralysis and
blood, being the better reminder that
we are alive
(there is no poetry
in the despair that comes
with this realisation).
Dallas Phoenix Sep 2016
I'm sick of bringing welcoming baskets to my brain-dead neighbors;
They reek of reoccurring favors and fading candle labor;
I mean...
It's to a point I fell asleep by the wishing well;
And woke up counting sheep frolicking piggies playing kiss and tell;
Debunking trumpets of cachet telekinesis;
I'm a hidden sinning villain with chewable junk as his personal Jesus;
Evade gratuitously from all kinds of communication;
Never wanted the attention, but I caught it's contamination;
And my face melted;
But kept a defunct smile just in case;
I need to worm through the dross and cut myself into the chase;
I'm a motley of misinterpreted mayhem;
A clothing shop for a wandering vagrant's cloudy stray phlegm;
Trying to comfort the uncomforted;
My life is just a Death Row inmate's last words with unwanted conjunctions;
But somehow through misery
I pride myself imageless and infinite;
Reeling in the years to blow that last smoke before the finish;
Darling, you are an innocent, kind, caring kid
Your soul not tainted with the dark, cruel world
And you have not experienced what horrific things man can do
How long your mind can get lost
I think this is why I cannot bear to leave your side

Because you are my breath of fresh air
My light in the dark
You lead me to hope
And you cause me to have something to live for

But most of all
Being with you when we're laughing and talking
I forget about the pain
Maybe for one second or even an hour
You are the only thing, the only one who shines light in my eyes
Where I can't be in the dark or have any fears
Where my sorrow is burnt up and the world is but the past
My thoughts quiet down and the world is beautiful again
The light warms my face and your laughter sings in the night
As a smile curves on my face and air is almost bursting from my lungs

When I'm with you the pain disappears
Love fills my heart which bursts out to you
As you illuminate my cruel, hating world
I see the world
I see the people
Through those glasses of your's
And I think maybe, just maybe happiness might not be extinct after all
Paolo Garcia Aug 2016
The winds, the tides —
are against me.
So sunny, yet the cloud —
Shrouds the sunlight meant me.
The chirping birds —
they're wielding wicked wings.
the roses —
when I smell it, it withers.
the night, the moon —
Why is it blue?
my soul —
it's black, will you touch it?
Shammyshamsham Aug 2016
Please pull the trigger,
I beg and I plead
My life is a mess
my heart needs some peace.

Please pull the trigger,
would you try to save  me
I'm depressed, melancholic
No more, no please.

Please pull the trigger,
the burdens too big
my body is weak now,
my soul needs to sleep.

Please pull the trigger,
Grant my last wish
'fore I lose to myself
I'm helpless. I'm weak.

Hey mister! please look and see
My soul begs for freedom
my heart wants its peace.

Mister please pull the trigger,
Please try and save me
I'm tired, I'm bored
I'm done for, I QUIT.
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