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Rylie Lucas Jan 2019
I don't know
My life is upside down
Blood rushing to my head
Instead of circling all around

I don't know what to do
About the dampening sadness
All I can do is stop feeling
Stop caring

I want to help
There are so many people out there that are more important
That feel like this way for a reason
But not me

I never want to see him again
His smiling eyes
His false emotions
What he used me to do

I want this pain to go away
The suffering to end
But nothing can help me now
Nothing can show me light

From Sadness
To Suffering
To Death
To a final release
I cry out for help
To finally have someone care
But I don't deserve that
They say,
It’s okay to cry
Because
You need to let it
All out.

And when I did,
It wouldn’t stop,
I couldn’t stop,
I had no control
And it burned.

Cloud full of tears
Planting seeds and
Growing thorns
Around my body twisting in knots
I couldn’t untie.

I knew
That being in this house
Was trapping me,
Boxing me up like old toys
Put away, tucked shut.

I felt cornered
With no way out,
No way to escape
All the feelings
Inside me.

I was short of breath,
Close to out of it.
Upset as I was,
I needed to turn it all off
And put an end to it, the agony.

So I took a walk in the rain
At four in the morning
Still dark out
But I had to get out
Of the house.

But finally,
Finally.
I felt release
Through
The fresh air breeze.
ALC Dec 2018
I can't help but fall for you,
over, and over again.
And my heart still smiles,
knowing we weren't meant to make it till the end.
I have known a guy for multiple years now, we have dated but nothing serious has ever happened, yet I feel so connected to him so unexpectedly.
TheStartOfMyEnds Dec 2018
I yearn for Control; for stability for one's self worth
As bull as it may sound, the light of every cigs granted me just that
A trick of the mind some may say, and true it might be however, Fire Away
I yearn for Freedom
The freedom to imperfections
To be released from such binding chains of expectations
To be released from the images people painted, in their minds a portrait
A portrait of a person they'd like me to be; a subject to their delusions
I yearn for Liberation
from all the anger, the frustrations
the faults I never committed
the ghosts too stubborn to leave
the sadness, the loss
EVERYTHING
mixed in one oversized flask like a bad case of chemistry-gone-wrong
just waiting to explode

Guess what?

Every swig of every **** liquor
The lulling sweetness
The bitter taste
The burn
Granted me just that
The illusion of freedom and limited taste of Liberation

Alas, both grantors became difficult to part with
If I'm to design imagery of all that said
It will be a dancing silhouette of my *******
Filling up the entire vicinity above heads
At the break of dawn and by each
Setting sun

To serve

As a quiet but clear Statement to my devoted audiences;

"Perfection. Is far beyond me. Expect the worst, give me chance
to eff up too"
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2018
In moments of seemingly meaningless quiet joy
I take a breath for once enjoyed
Embraced with the love you have
Arms circled around my back
I feel your lips brush my forehead
Heart stops, for a minute I am dead
I am tired, running from fear
Sparkle in our eyes is clear
Laugh and release my mind from thought
Just want to escape the things we're not
Taste your kiss and all else disappears
That is how I know it's real what we have here
When it's real you just know
melodies and spirits of the afterglow
dance within and outside my conscious mind
silent beats and haunting echoes
weave and work through me
like ghosts in a mirror
tantalizing notes within the silence
a guide to endless lucidity
I am released into unbounded thought
and impassioned calm
and delivered reborn
into my awakened state
just a little bit of streaming thought while listening to 'afterglow' ...an amazing 2 hour bit of ambient music
Sky Nov 2018
when I am far away from my body, I like to imagine that I am running in a field. The air is warm and gentle, the grass is tall and soft. The sun is warming the top of my head. And I am running. I have no place to get to, but I run like it’s the destination of a lifetime.

I run because that’s what I want to do. I run because that’s where I want to be.
Finding solace with troubling thoughts and feelings
Mary Shanti Nov 2018
In one moment my eyes turned wide
Two times already that you webbed me with your lies
I told you three strikes, yet you cast me with a spell
Into some sort of fourth realm
Where five angels once delivered messages of freedom and hell
Only to be sworn out six times by the devil himself
Seven times you begged for my forgiveness
In eight different rooms I fled to find myself
Like a cat on its ninth life clinging to temporary walls
The tenth hour hits and I am relieved to be somewhere else
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