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Do you ever have sad days?
When nothing really goes wrong
But nothing really goes right?
And you feel a little sad
Depressed
Lonely
Like you need to know others exist
Have you ever forgotten others are alive?
That everyone else is living alongside you
Thinking their own thoughts
Living their own lives?
I do
Time to time
When I start feeling lost
When I need to feel grounded
Today, nothing really went wrong
But nothing really went right
Today was Limbo
Today was Hanging in the Balance
I’ve become lost in reality
I’m scared and exhausted
I need you to take my hand
Drag me back down to earth
And remind me that I am still human
That you are still human
That we are still human.
Because I will have days when my mood is a
Rainy Day
And days when my soul is
Overcast
And I will need someone to hold onto my kite tail
So I do not become lost in the
Thunderstorm Days
And the Earthquake Nights.
Sometimes my days are full of sadness
And my nights are full of tears.
Even though I don’t want to be dependent
I will entrust my kite tail to you
Because I cannot let myself float away just yet.
My life still needs living
And people still need loving
And my dear,
I still need to hold you
I still have a few tears,
Happy or sad,
That need to be shed in your name.
I still have nights to lie awake,
Thinking about the night we spent together
And how you seemed more nervous than I felt.
I still have paintings to create
That show people how your skin felt when it pressed against me
I still have poems to write about how I feel when you look at me
So dear,
please don’t let go.
Caroline E Jan 2016
I want to tell you how I feel
But when I'm with you
My heart stops
My mouth opens, but I'm left speechless
I try to make out the words my heart has told my mind
But all that comes out are a slur of words; nothing's understandable
I don't want the beautiful words I have to say to you
Turn into a mess of unfinished thoughts
So maybe I think I'll say nothing at all...
At least not until I gain more confidence...
Nick Feetchi Jan 2016
As we converse from across the room
While only using our eyes,

My heart is pounding, my knees are weak,
I'm red from cheek to cheek,

Still glued to this chair,
Trying to get there,

With you I rather be,
If only I could muster the strength to talk to what I see,

Could it be you or deja vu?
I guess I'll never know,

I'm still looking at you from across the room,
Thinking what am I to do,

Instead of making my move,
I'm afraid to fail,
I watch you walk away,

To bad for me,
I surely see, the ship has finally sailed
Phoenix Jan 2016
The sympathetic nervous system is your fight-or-flight response system
You must have been a bird with broken wings,
Because you only wanted to fight.

The parasympathetic nervous system is your healing system
You must believe that mine is so amazing
That I can heal any wound.
I hate days when I just feel like overall ****. I especially hate the days when I think about  him.
ab Dec 2015
It gets difficult
late at night
when you can't decide
exactly who you want
to hold
in
your
arms.

It gets difficult when
although you know
nothing would change,
and it's not wrong,
you can't quite accept
yourself,
that maybe
you like girls
as much
as you like
boys.

It gets difficult
when you question
everything
about yourself,
when you just wish
you had one word
for how you feel
and who you are
and why your mind
does that
weird little thing
where you
never
seem to
stop
crying.

It gets frustrating when
you couldn't stop staring
at those girls
up on stage,
but when it comes
to cuddling one
or kissing one
or loving one
you want to
so badly
but you're scared.

You're not scared of them
or anyone else-
you're scared of yourself,
like you don't want to admit it
when you've felt differently
for so long
and everything
is now
beginning to
click.

Everything seems new again,
you know what it's like
to love a boy,
and you could do that again,
and you probably will.
But you've never loved a girl,
not truly, anyway
but you know you can
and you want to
because
that'd be
nice.

But everything feels new again,
you're shy
with girls
the way you no longer are
with boys,
you're used to boys at this point,
right now few give you
those same butterflies
even though you still
like them just as much,
if not more.

But girls?
It's scary
and new
and downright nerve wracking
and just
so difficult
and confusing,
though you know
you could love a girl
like you could love
anyone.

Because you know yourself.
You could love
anyone.
sorry just some late night confusion~
Nothing Much Dec 2015
When I get nervous my tongue and palms itch like ants in my mouth and handfuls of spiders anxiety crawls up and down my spine
as my heart and mind race against each other
I shake as I freeze from the inside out
and ice feverishly pumps through my veins
it's not black inside my head but a putrid yellow
Gelatinous and pulsing and clouding my vision all I can see is a spiraling blur
and I don't realize how I'm clawing at my palms
Scraping my tongue against my teeth until I taste blood
I try to exhale the hornets nest in my chest and spit out the stingers one by one
there are so many voices, none of them mine and I want to scream over the chaos
but it gets stuck in my throat
with all the other words that won't come out
I stare down at my trembling hands, and realize how much panic it's under my fingernails
Love can be simple if you know what you want
Finding that someone can be tortuous and leads to scary haunt
You hope to find that one you seek
Only to find him can also make you breathless as your body feels weak

Just when everything is right
You notice something else has come to light
Your new man you come to know
Fills your heart with a happy and yet you glow

Feeling his touch will make you melt
His warm body and voice has been felt
The attraction grows stronger and stronger
In your mind you cannot wait any longer

You want him by your side
As this long awaited ride
You look deep into his eyes
Seeing beauty like the sunrise

Bursting with joy to hear him
The day begins to dim
Thinking of him non stop
And fantasies of your ******* drop

You feel that you have to know
For if not you will feel low
Fighting to get the words out
While he is trying to understand what you are talking about

Struggling to say what is on your mind
Through your voice feeling muffled and hard to find
Sweating bullets to break it down
Ending up passing out on the ground
A girl who wants her the man of her dreams that she loves him, but is too shy to tell him how she feels and ends up being a nervous wreck.
Grace Pickard Nov 2015
Which part of me would choose?
For it is cold in my mind and warm in my heart
If only I knew what goes on within your mind
So perfectly flawed

I could crawl into your brain...
The simple masterpiece of all I've seen-
" pure beauty" is a mere insult to the magnitude of its indescribable wonder

Peering through the amygdala
I'll see your past in awe-
At how it's brought you here,
A creature so wonderfully subtle with tongue
And bold in nature:
Sui generis.

I'd love to journey through the thoughts of you
Through and through I'd wander
And wander always turns to wonder



To be electrified by your synapses
And burnt into oblivion-
A million pieces of me
Becoming blended within
Something wholly powerful
Is but a dream
Locked behind
The gazing brown puddles
Reflecting the moonbeam
Flor Boetsch Nov 2015
She exclaimed an internal squeak,
feeling like nervous wreck,
surrounded by the tainted air
from the class of the juveniles
I wrote this few lines in chemistry class, it was originally in Spanish.
"exclamo un llanto interno rodeada en el viciado aire de una habitación rebosante de pubertad"
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