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Poetria Jul 2015
We all write wistful poetry
About wings to help us fly
When all we really need
Is to simply close our eyes.
Out of lifelessness or bliss,
We would still be
**Sky high.
3:00 A.M thoughts.
Cat Fiske Jun 2015
I feel nothing but dead,
with every ounce of strength left in my head,
so ******* **** me,

so my body,
can match how I've been feeling,


feeling that never seem to go away,
no matter how many petty wishes you make,
on stars and dreams you know in the end,

all are just ******* fakes,
but you still wish,

because sometime you hope and pray,
that one of these times,
that one ******* day,

you wish at the right moment,
and the **** you need happens,

but I still live by everything happens for a reasons,
so I am not supposed to cut my cord,
but you could cut it for me,

thats the loop hole,
in the death tolls system,
idk
Cristian May 2015
Not a thing matters
when you waste your life in bed
Not a thing matters
when your mental shocks are dead
Not a thing matter
when you've nearly lost your head
Not a thing matters
when there's nothing left to shed

*c.b.
Katlyn Orthman May 2015
Dreary Dreary
These Weary Bones
They Holler And Shudder
In Dreadful Tones
I've Strained Them So Terribly
I've Pained Them So Much
These Bones Cry Their Fury
With Each Simple Touch

Burning Burning
My Churning Guts
I've Worked Myself Desprate
I've Worked Myself Nuts
I'm Nearly Depleted
I'm Running On Low
I'm Broke And Defeated
I Really Must Go
Cristian May 2015
i tried assembling words
that looked beautiful on paper
describing what i feel

it took me time to realize
that there was nothing beautiful
about these past years

*c.b.
Cristian May 2015
close your eyes
and you'll understand

what i see
and what i am

to be nothing
to see nothing
to feel nothing
Cristian May 2015
a dagger is prying my bones
exploring what my skeleton holds

checking if i'm still whole
checking if i have a soul

*c.b.
xXwallflower53Xx May 2015
I don't want to be here.
I don't want to be where the hatred is.
I want to be up there!
Where the birds and the souls alike fly high.
To be as free as I can,
without you.
I don't want to see.
I don't want to hear,
I don't want to feel
I don't want to be here!
In the middle of a War that hurts me and only me! They throw the bombs and shoot the guns but only I am affected.
Up there,
they can't reach me.
Up there,
they can't see me.
Up there,
is where I want to be.
MsAmendable May 2015
Where went wonder,
Magic and thunder
Wonder pulled asunder,
My miracles sunk under
Faster than floating castles
Those rascals got chills,
Their wide eyed wills
Thwarted with skill
And practiced 'goodwill'
Slowly filled by pills that ****
I'm I'll.

Petty, weak, pithy,
Silly society, limp and flaccid
Our goals and dreams
Scratched with acid, I'll pass it.
Thrashing, clashing, crashing
I'll break these chains
Breaking our bent brains
Bringing pain, no gain
All gains
I'm scared, stunted, strained
Stained, not changed
Brain-maimed I'm afraid
To stay, say what I see
I see deceit, pretty and neat
Row on row on row
In cages we built below.

Those C.O.D kills ****
Not them, but us,
Oh, less, less of us
No trust, we rust and cuss
Our silly grins grimly thin
Flowing through holes holes we made
In our soul, berefit
Leeched of life and full of ****.

Dreams were taken, or left,
And ambition theft.
Nothing to reach for, to dream for
To clutch at
To rip your limits, tear your seams,
What has been was never seen.
Our stunted dreams slowly wean.

People make no sense,
Too much confidence for competence
And social stigma indents
Empty houses, homeless, and rent
Knowledge, not power,
-but freedom gone sour
Knowing you can't change the cruel
Its in the rules to be a fool!
Its......cool?

If we are the world,
oceans are curdled.
Stars are waning, fading
Dropping from skies like dead flies
They burn up, out, and die
Choked in the smoke we provoked
Insidious ideals appeal;
A dream stealing spiel with zeal
Leeching you like your wallet the day
Of the 'no pay' car unpaid.
And now, with nowhere to go
And nowhere to stay,
Not even dreams left,
They took that away
Jasmin Guzman May 2015
Goodbye were the only words he spoke
I ran
He was the only one who kept me sane
I ran faster hoping to ask him to stay
His smile is what brightens my days
I picked myself up after falling I saw blood but it didn't matter
I ran because his words made me feel liked I belonged in this world of perfection
But as I got there I felt my chest drop
I bolted through the door to yell his name
But all I hear are silence
I run like a mad man over the house
Then I come to a room where he lays
His body is lifeless he has no warmth
Now I know I wasn't the one that kept him sane
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