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Eli Thurston Jul 2016
I stare into the abyss that I call my heart,
Asking for the truth, but getting no remark,
My mind, on the other hand, has so much to say,
But can I trust the words and lies that it likes to throw at me?

I question every flutter of my fragile, silent heart,
I wonder if today will be the day we finally part,
And even though I know that everything will be okay,
My mind pretends to be my heart and likes to mess with me.
Vivien Rau Jul 2016
The world stands still.
The hand stopps working
And everything falls silent.
Nothing happens,
But everything goes right past me.
'Tick tack" reverberates in my mind,
The hand swirls around,
Does time exist?
The world moves too fast.
No matter what ever happens, i'll stand still.
I don't walk straight ahead
Not right
Not left.
Just sometimes i look back
Try to look forward after it
But my eyes are full of tears.
I've stopped living,
Even if my heart still beats.
sanch kay Jul 2016
my hands would like to thank your hands
for the time we were drunk out of our minds
but your hands knew enough
to hold, not grab
to hold, not push
to hold,
and hold on.

my hands would like to thank your hands
for being constants, not variables.
for having a thermostat so perfect,
holding hands is like entering
a fire-warmed cabin
after a snowstorm -
and you’re the only light around for miles.

but most importantly,
my hands
would like to thank your hands
for keeping other things from my hands;
things that shouldn’t be found in hands,
like the last cigarette
or a sharp pointy object -

and the last time
it was desperation that
got the better of me;

and not your hands.
jennee Jun 2016
i sever the remaining parts
hoping to be understood
i disconnect from my beating heart
to depart from the reality i face;
to mask away false emission,
to further distance the demons
but inevitable is a mind of sorrow
that falls deep into oblivion

(n.j.)
Valentina Garcia Jun 2016
It is trapped inside my mind,
The dark thoughts, they wouldn’t leave,
But it is not like i’m letting them go.
I can hear them scream and moan inside
It’s like my demos will never shut up.

I can slowly feel how they’re stuck,
Someplace between my mouth and my lungs.
I feel like i can’t take it anymore,
I feel like i’ll have to shut it off.

I can’t breath anymore,
Its taking it all,
All that i had left inside,
Just as you did.

My brain never stops,
It´s always thinking and thinking to let me die,
It is not longer like before,
Not as sweet as an apple pie,
And not as bitter as salt.
jennee Jun 2016
weightless when heavy:

i feel a constant dread
i am shifting through time
when pinned to the walls
of claustrophobic chambers
i part away the vital parts
of thoughts and battered fragments
i disintegrate into intractable purpose
i disappear, i am finished:

i am past tense

(n.j.)
in a bad headspace. anxiety's kicking in. it's one of those nights where i am trying so hard to drown out the thoughts with music, with alcohol, with anything but i can't really fix what my mind is telling me that's broken.
leinstinct May 2016
I don't do this much
It happens too often
Maybe i should hide
Or scape from my torments
I know you could be
The best of my memories
All i have from you
A perpetual hallucination
It is all i need
I don't seem to want it
I don't try to hard
Or do anything about it
Like a little kid
Want it back when you can't have it
I will not regret
Though change is an option
Maybe I should leave
But i found a solution
It's true thinking can be
Such a big torment
What we should all do
Is just live in the moment
Andrea May 2016
funny, isn't it? how facebook displays how long it's been since a person was last active. they remind me that i was a mere three hundred seconds from catching you online, but that's okay; no, really!, it is;

because my fingers are hovering over my keyboard and the blinker's just blinking in its white little space, this Type a message... glaring at me accusingly. wait, give me a second. what do i tell you? what should i say?

hi is safe. so is hello. hey seems a little too casual, doesn't it? should i put an emoji? a heart? no, no. a smiley face. but just the normal smiley face, not the one with closed eyes and everything. or maybe i should use that instead?

but /then what/?

i guess i could ask you how your day went. that sounds well enough. i can ask you about the weather. no, ******, it's always hot. nothing interesting there. i'll just branch out after you tell me what you've done today, where you've gone. oh, you went to the movies? that's great. last movie i watched was Captain America: Civil War. are you team cap or team iron man? peachy. just peachy. perfect. i've got this. i am s--

*******, you're online. why are you online? the green circle is just staring at me and oh my god, you're typing, you're typing in to our chat box. oh my god. i liked it better when you were inactive. when you were offline. now i just wait, maybe pretend i wasn't this loser waiting for you to talk to me, this loser who had you on my mind, this loser overthinking what i should say to y--

You (12:39 PM)
Hey. I was just thinking about you. :)
Randi May 2016
i worry a lot, i over-think; i’m sure there’s something you’re not telling me

9 pm
“Good morning! I hope your day goes well!”
You once said
that I brightened your mornings.

10 pm
Just wait a bit.

11 pm
Just a little bit more,
it *is
a different time zone.

12 mn
What time do I have to wake up again?

1 am
Where are you?

2 am
I’m tired.
I’ll wait.
How are you?

3 am
My eyes are burning.
“Well, I hope your day
is going well.”
             —i love you
I signed off with that.
             —you don’t care anymore

7 am
I’m getting ready for my day
now.
I’m late already.
I’ll just check my phone later.

1 New Message
Received: 5 am

“my day is ok.”
Another old poem...
I got emotional seeing this again.
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