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the sounds of silent screams from broken minds fills my lungs with useless disappointment.
Lillian Harris Jan 2016
3:00 AM
A darkened room
I shift under
Smothering blankets
The wind howls
Through cracks
In the window pane
Like a chorus of
Grief stricken souls
In the midst of their
Threnody

I am drifting in and out
Of this unrest
The heaviness of
Doubt and disappointment
Leaden on my chest
I wonder if perhaps
These lungs
So inconstant and frail
Were always meant
To bear the task of
Struggling to inhale.
You
and you said to me,
"You are everything I love and miss from home."
Darling, just know that as long as my heart beats and air makes it's way through my lungs, you will always have a home with me.

-O.B
and I mean it.
Dá de fuga Jan 2016
She loved the small things of being alive
And she fell in love too easily
She danced in those waves like a little happy child
She ran like she needed to feel the freedom in her lungs
She felt everything all at once
is Nov 2015

i am like smoke.
i slip between your fingers just when you think you have a strong grasp.
i darken your lungs and make it harder for you to breathe.
i fill the air, causing you to choke.
you have been burnt, and i am the smoke;
i remind you of the fire that scorched your flesh.
i creep upon you, forcing you to inhale me.
i awaken the slow, subtle destruction from within your bones.
i am like smoke, and i will dismantle every ***** in your body.

i am smoke, and i do not wish to harm you.
but you, more than any other, know that one cannot help their nature.
is Nov 2015
i see things in the dark,
quick flashes in my mind.
the voices scream in my ear,
saying "you deserve to die."
maybe it wasn't real,
but i saw you here last night.
you grabbed my throat,
crushing my esophagus.
you reached inside of my chest,
ripping my heart out.

i wondered why took my heart from me when i would have given it to you, had you asked. i wondered why you stole the air from my lungs when, all along, i breathed for you.

you ripped at my skin and broke my bones.
you tore my eyes from my skull and forced them to watch as you tortured my soul;
and when you were finished, you threw the glue at my feet and demanded i fix myself.
maybe it isn't real,
but              
       i            
          am
                 fine.

these things i see so often, can you tell me if they are real?
they have been haunting me for so long.
it's almost time to say good-bye.

these things i see so often, they are coming for you too,
you better run and hide:
they will devour every inch of you.
Jaanam Jaswani Nov 2015
???
when you are a balloon that is overinflated
and you're breathing but your lungs feel dissatisfied
your body refusing to move but your mind
running at a speed you can't cope with
the taste on your lips;
like char from a piece of burnt meat
your mind screaming
at the same volume it whispers in

. . .
i don't even know
Em Nov 2015
I've read stories about boys like you
The kind that break hearts
Just by stepping away

I've sung songs about boys like you
the kind that rip apart lungs
and kiss with their teeth

I've loved boys like you
who crossed their hearts and hoped to die
But ended up just killing me
Heleli Nov 2015
Tragedies of the mind
I got yours and you got mine
Now that we're standing side by side
Watching the snow bury the ground
Cold water

I'm thinking maybe we should talk
About the winter when it's dark
And the rain on, and on, and on
The soaked earth, washed and gone
Cold water

Cold water, filling up my lungs
Now winter's gone
Summer heat
Has never been enough to help me breathe
It's in the air, everywhere, humidity

Forever lost in nostalgia
Only good memories we've got
A piece of safety underneath
The mold and dirt we live with
Cold water

Cold water, filling up my lungs
Now winter's gone
Summer heat
Has never been enough to help me breathe
It's in the air, everywhere, humidity

And who will care for our sins
When we turn into paper-skins
Damp and blue from the season change
Left alone to die in our beds
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