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Eyithen Sep 2018
Good, Bad
Right, Wrong
The list just goes on and on

There is a line that no one should cross
It has been blurred and lost

Morals are guidelines
Everyone is an exception
Lost in a sea of philosophical deception

So here you go
Round and round again
Running the same circles you did back then

You try to keep straight
But it is harder now
Always letting your loved ones down

Your mind betrays what you know to be true
It keeps you caged like a monkey at a zoo

You keep dancing the dance
You keep singing the song
Even if you know it to be wrong

You know who you are
Or at least who you want to be
So why can't you just let yourself free?

A stranger whispers things in your ears
But you don't believe what you hear

You are breaking the chains
The light is in sight
But than it flickers
and your trapped in the night

You keep holding on
As strength fills your soul
But you start to stagger when the fight takes its toll

Your almost there
The end is in sight
The noose you wear is tied tight

The tears slip out
Your hoping for peace
Second-guessing as you look at your feet

Than sudden like a storm
You hear the voice
The one telling you to make a different choice
The one telling you, you'll be okay
The one screaming this isn't the way

You breath out relief
Your death-wish ends
And your will to live extends

The second-wind hits
"I won't go out like this"
There is too much I'll miss

The words the stranger whispered that day,
Gave you a sword so your demons you could slay

You repeat as a mantra never leaving your thoughts,
Giving you strength as they ought

And that is when you realize
Under the scarred skin and thoughts of mud
Under all the tears and blood

There is someone who is beloved
As the words echo,

"You Are Loved"

Hold fast this lifeline
Never let it go
As you learn to love
In a world of ice and snow
For those who need to know, you are never alone. We love you.
Letters from Lia Aug 2018
A day with you is indescribably perfect.
Even the birds flies geometrically aligned with the neatly painted sky.
I am undoubtedly in love with your voice
I am lost within the galaxies of your eyes, its devouring my soul.
I am awakaned by every blink of your eyes
The way you hold my hand sends shiver through the tiniest nerve of my spine, sprinting as if the energies you gave me are having their own race.
I fell in love with your quiet whispers, the way you let out the words 'I love you' it's killing me.
Im stealing glances examining you like a science experiment thinking how could you be so perfect?
I can feel your words through your kisses, it's a lifeline keeping me alive
With your arms wrapped around me feels like I am in the safest place, its your paradise where everything is in its own place
Being with you feels like time doesn't exist— it feels like forever.
—the man I will never be with
siin.li
Mystic Ink Plus Jul 2018
There was a writer
Who once said
Let me write about you

He tried to weight
Pious
Kind
Connected words

Seem
Less appropriate
To describe her

He knew noble respect
She deserves

She is different
She is special
She is disciplined

Without wings, she is an Angel
She is from the outer world
With a newer height

She is the answer
The lifeline
The key

Being blocked
He thought hours
Struggling to defy gravity
Wrote a note
Confessing

She is a part of me
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Beyond Words
Yusof Asnan Jun 2018
So throw her a life line,
She may be strong
on her own,
But it doesn't
mean she don't
deserved the
help.

-HIY
Aidan Mar 2018
Time knows no boundaries
No one is untouchable
Anyone can be affected
Time travel is the theory of salvation
to undo our mistakes.
But mistakes are our experiences
Alter them and we could all
Achieve the perfect status.
Time in the universe
Time in space,
It means life.
Every fragment of your life
Kept on a record
Never forgotten.
Time,
where seconds turn to minutes,
minutes to hours,
hours to days,
days to weeks,
weeks to months,
months to years.
Time,
It means the life that could be
and the life that is the present.
Chanel Tatum Jan 2018
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Bullying- 1-800-420-1479
Self Harm- 1-800-DONT-CUT
Teen Help- 1-877-332-7333
Domestic Violence- 1-800-799-7233
****/****** Assault- 1-800-656-4673
Lifeline- 1-800-784-8433
Grief Support- 1-650-321-3438
Depression- 1-630-482-9696
Drug/Alcohol- 1-877-235-4525
Eating Disorders- 1-630-577-1330
Homeless/Runaway- 1-800-RUNAWAY
Mental Health- 1-800-442-4673
Sexuality- 1-800-246-7743
You are not alone; get help if you need it. I love each and every one of you so so so so so much!
Dany The Girl Jun 2017
As long as there's a pulse,
I'll be your
Lifeline.
SassyJ May 2016
Safe saved metaphors
All clear in third age
Forming tried foams
On the hallway of ties
The alleyways tiptoed
The only lifeline we hold
The ghost that loves me
It tickles my toes and glows
The massive shadowy face
The hanged erred earlobe
Yet it claimed me from birth
Dented in a cast ratted tribe
A reminder of evolvement
As I crawled to run away
It pulls in seductive destination
I shall never win this battle
I shall ever learn the meaning
A reevaluation of a patron
A tune of comfortness chaos
This ghost that claims me
It made me grieve and revealed
A long left pain of the lost
It made love to me on and on
The ghost that raised me
Shoot me from gravity to its era
It shall forever be the flavour
Lauren Leal Apr 2016
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She is my lifeline; my tether to the living world.
Finding a reason to live in someone else other than you.
Lost Apr 2016
My lifeline is a boy who doesn't exist.
A made up dream thought up by a kid.
His dark hair the hills of soil for my flowers.
His gaze the river I could float in for hours.
His enchanting eyes the moon that shines in the dark.
His pink lips the shade of my Bleeding Hearts.
His freckles the ladybugs that land in the garden.
His smile the reflection of the sun on the pond.
His heart beat the rhythm of my feet as I run.
His voice the call of a summers day.
His back the tree I use to reach for the skies.
His hands the branches I use to climb.
His arms the fortress surrounding my fragility.
His chest the pillow where I weep.
His legs the wings that steer me home.
His mind the temple where I roam.
His heart the bed where I rest.
His "I love you" the one that knows me best.
My lifeline is a boy who doesn't exist.
A made up dream I thought up,*
*that's it.
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