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Saint Audrey Jul 2018
Tipping point reached, one final breath
Let the waves of inertia crash, contaminate

....

Alone in complexity, machinery, and everything
Perfectly formed human being
Slowly turning sour by the minute

Stale air, only growing in its bitter taste as
Seconds that feel like hours, add to feel like years
All the plans i made
All the plans i planned to make
Gone, but not forgotten

But then they were gone
Truer statement never read then
What i read on the back of the final bit found
Within my reach
Filtered through a layer of sediment
settled over my vision
Sanitized as life had been

But my shelter having been breached
To seep much longer...

Too accustomed, but it doesn't help

Found lacking in the company I had hoped to keep

A poor atonement, sinking further

Or, it kept rising

I was nearly covered.

.....

They stepped a little closer
And left appalled by what they found
Rotting in the dark, silently

Defensive at the outset, shaking at the sound
Sounding incomplete

Face down this
Eventual ending
For me
caitlin Jul 2018
we were both halves of something
we didn’t know what of
but we knew we weren’t complete
so we took our broken selves
to make a new whole
each hoping to be full again
just a short thing inspired by something someone said to me
Karisa Brown Jun 2018
Raw
Wet
Details
Fine art

Veins
Soaked
Blood
Fine art

Corrupt
Broken
Worned

Complete
End
Sworn

Abide
My love
Never look
Back again
Dw1234 Jun 2018
Safely behind a wall of glass
I can see the life outside
Existing beyond, but told
the grass is not always greener

Wood walls, remain safe
Desks, continue to produce
Results, the resources gained
Coffin, the inevitable result

To take the door, or continue preparing?
For what do I risk from remaining?
Gain to never use
Use to never gain

Living without smiling
Surrender to postponement
The itch to run, the fear to arrive
Opportunity versus Opportunity Cost

What are the profits of opposite?
Green bills or memories?
Do they exist only apart?
Execute for profit, execute for joy

Creating equilibrium
A life long journey of seeking
To grin often in the faces
of those who have most
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
Ringing
Singing
Clinging
Swinging
Hear the phone is ringing, singing beeps
While clinging the phone, swinging your legs
My family has a lot of reasons to call the doctors, my Mother suffers with COPD, my Father himself isn’t the perfect image of health when it comes to getting sick and injuries. My younger Brother being disabled physically and mentally, my older Brother also having his fair share of injections.

I myself, am not much of an exception.

When you arrive into adulthood you realise how much you have to take into responsibility with your health, physical or mental. I knew something wasn’t right and I called up and we chatted and soon I’m going to try and get more help with my mental health as well as try my best to work out a way to control my weight.

When you’ve neglected a lot of yourself for a long time, you tend to have really negative emotions appear in your thoughts. You think is there really a point in changing now? Am I too late? When in reality, no, it’s not. When you are dead – It’s too late.
David May 2018
To rest, a lumbering Whale
slumbers within a dissmal
green foggy depth of the
shadowiest waters.

Sleeping now, an
unawareness
but also cause for
That from which to awaken. ...

The task to rise for a
breath still,
Magnificent size,
its shape imploring -

Where life grants itself
from the essence
of which to it
also plays.
J Ann May 2018
do this do that they say
don't look that way look this way
be the way WE want you to be
see the way WE see
then I ask about this or that
and they say "oh no no no"
that's not how WE act
making me realize
they don't want be to be abstract
Jonathan Nouse Apr 2018
Stop making me believe theres a chance to live a happy life again.

Stop feeding me some false hope that you'll come back some day.

If youre doing this as some sick punishment to break me down

You win.

I quit
I cant do this anymore
Jonathan Nouse Apr 2018
I did not come prepared with an umbrella on this sunny day.

But alas, i shall dance in the rain.
During this time in my life i was trying to find happiness in my sorrows
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