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The sky descended its sapphire pearls from its embellished chalice. The pearls decorated my lonesome face, I stared upwards into the grey heavens of solemnity. I was searching for answers.

I felt nothing as the water rolled off my fingertips, those precious jewels crashed the surface of the decrepit earth. This feeling I so longed for, so begged for, so sought.

Empty like a vessel, I stood and soaked the frequency in, seconds that felt like days, time stopped, it stopped for me. Maybe for once in my life I was in control, this was it.

No pain, no sorrow, I was free. In that moment I bathed. Bathed in the past, as my future filled my lungs, I was drowning in truth.

Baptized from suffering, I was rooted, longing for the gods to purify me. I am a mere spec in the vast void, existing, while life just moves on.  

I couldn’t fathom moving on, what good could that bring if nothing in life was guaranteed.

And just like that, the fear crept back in again, and I found myself, back in hell.
Happiness comes at a price, happiness is temporary.
We are married to pain.
A harrowing relationship of toxicity.
A forever maelstrom of “why me”.
Look at you, begging for death to come earlier than planned.
It’s like staring at the knife to do the deed for you.
It’s like feeling grief for the first time with no solace.
It’s like choking on your own ***** while gasping for air.
ill with sorrow.
Knotted with no release.
Kissing the barrel of a gun.
Lust with no body to touch.
You are sick, you never get better, but they say it gets better, trust me it gets better.
Glass in your mouth, cutting your cheeks every time you force a smile.
It’s the bottom of an empty bottle that didn’t drown your feelings.
An emptiness of a bottomless abyss.
A sinking hole in a heart that’s decaying.
Seeing in black and white in a place full of color.
Numbness like the anesthesia you beg for so you don’t feel, can’t cry, can’t hurt.
It’s forever, it’s now, and tomorrow and tonight, for hours, and months, and days.
It never ends, it never stops.
Pain until you see black.
Pain until people cry over your lifeless body.
Pain until crows pick at your flesh.
Pain until you rot.
Pain until life stops.
And then pain creeps into the lives of those who cared for you, now they feel the pain.
Pain is a disease.
Pain is torment.

Tell me again, what did I do to deserve perpetual torture?
𝙶𝙽𝙶 May 2022
𝙲𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎,
𝙼𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕,
𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜,
𝙲𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.
𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗,
𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝.

𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎,
𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑,
𝙶𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚞𝚙, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚝,
𝙱𝚒𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎.
𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙
𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎.
That's how we operate.
Just some shades
of life

© snoW
I like the way you say my name.
It’s the only resonance I need as I lay alone in the onyx night.
I miss you the most when I feel insignificant.
Maybe just maybe, you’ll think of me when I’m not around.
Maybe you’ll remember how much you aroused my heart.
I cherished you more than I did my own sanity.
Holland Jan 2022
Alarm clock, you ****!
I get angry and strike
the top of your head
as if you were a misbehaved child
and I was your grandmother
One, two, one more to go
I have to sleep more
Before I give you the time of day

Covers crinkled, stretching my toes
I roll my head to see my dresser.
It's not the clothes I need from inside it,
but rather the meds that lie on top of it.
Unscrew, pop, swallow, smile and nod
as I look at my reflection in the mirror
"Today is going to be a good day."
Poetry class assignment
Ayesha Jan 2022
Living like a shadow
Being the odd one out
Remarkable yet unremembered
Floating in my daydreams
Fighting off reality
Forgetting my priorities
Getting carried away
By life's necessities
And blending into the crowd
At the oddest moments
When sticking out is beneficial
Wilkes Arnold Aug 2021
What does one do when the characters you hate
Are the ones you best construe?
Misgivings and flaws you can relate
To, tho venerable traits you eschew,

The green light gazers and "architect" praisers
Familial leeches or the confessor who preaches
That awareness absolves one of sin,
Compromisers and self-named kaisers
Resound and reverberate within

They pass by in my pages to be mocked and scorned
As evil, cruel, an oaf, or a tool
Too low to respect or too high on their horse
Despicable, maniacal, mediocre, or worse

And I do hate their vileness, I do hate their flaw
I want to shake them and claw at their skull
For nothing more than the gleam of recognition
That by some misfortune of natural law
They and I share a need for contrition.
Sasha Iqbal Jul 2021
I'm bound by thin shackles, thick ones too,
My mind is held hostage and how I try to escape,
My body may move, yet the Chains of History keep me bottled, I can't forget the ghosts of my past; the traps I so blindly walked into,
How they love to linger,
As a painful reminder of my regrets and remorse,
They speak to me, like every rose to its thorn,
They bind tighter,
I smile.
For with them,
I am Complete.
tiredkoalahugs Apr 2021
"Mama said gonna be all right
But mama don't know what it's like in my mind
Mama said that the sun gonna shine
But mama don't know what it's like to want to die"
Song by Anson Seabra
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