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Carlyy Sep 2017
Humor comes in a million different shades.
As mine reaches various greys and yellows,
I admit, more often an inkling than a joke,
I say, "I could die happy, right now."
This life assures me nothing good nor bad.
Blah.
Maybe the next? If any.
I won't take anything away from myself because that would mean,
I have an enemy.
And you don't run from your enemies,
You face them.
So it's safe to say,
I am here until I am not.


«c.h.b.»
It's hard to explain this one.  I am aware of suicide's toll on everyone. I am neutral, well I like to think so. I notice the many sides of why. It can be a way out but it could be a way in. No one knows what goes on in other people's minds. Suicide can be neither a sign of weakness nor a symptom of strength. Maybe it's both? I don't know but I do know it happens. I lost my friends to suicide. These people, I knew them when I was a kid. We all possessed naivety and love for life. Adventures didn't come to us, we made them. We grew up. We saw, did, & heard things. The real world ****** us in. Expectations hit hard. Lies and deceit had familiar faces. Love hurt. No one is to blame. No one at all!  I've come to terms. We all face demons. We all have our struggles. How you face them is what matters? you decide everything in your life. Don't let people get you down. You are capable of anything! Preferably good things that help you, people, maybe nature and animals. Idk but be good.
Afrah May 2017
i find that even when i sit down to read a book, before i begin, sometimes i’m hit with a wave of sadness, this heart-dropping feeling of loneliness, fear of the emotions i’m about to feel, the emptiness, the focus i’m putting on my own mind… allowing myself to face my own thoughts all alone as they run through my head… it’s a scary, weird feeling and i wish i didn’t feel like this... i need to stop being afraid of being left to myself, of being an individual. i need to find fulfillment in life, in things, in reading alone, in taking photos alone, in spending time alone, in going on a walk alone... in being alone. at the beginning of this year i wasn’t like this, i found happiness and made peace with myself when no one was around but it’s changed, because of /you/ it's changed, something’s shifted, and i want my old self back, i want it to shift back, can i reverse this? can i please take back my old self?...


what have you done to me???
Mysidian Bard Feb 2017
You are my moonlight,
the darker that my life gets,
the brighter you shine.
Jack Mandala Jul 2016
Baby girl I know you have options
But take a chance with me and you'll see
You're what I need and breathe
As corny as it sounds
I feel sick and empty when you're not around
Every sip from the chalice leads you to malice
Please put down the bottle
And let's take our love to full throttle
Just follow through and I'll fix you
A quick poem for the girl who is killing my thoughts with every bottle she downs
Slpngg Mar 2016
Today I found out
Why I am stuck in
Repeating loops of
Thought about life,
Mistakes we make -

My Dorsomedial Pre-frontal Cortex ;
is screaming inadequacy
My Ventromedial Medial Pre-frontal cortex ;
is occupying every cells (so selfish)
My lack of Lateral Pre-frontal Cortex
&
Flickering,
Neural Paths

So,
You Were Right,
You Were Right,
You Were Right.
Collaboration is key.
A thought that penetrates one imagination
Can become an idea formed with another.
Two heads are better than one.

It's fulfilling to grace one's mind with friendships.
Don't our thoughts get lonely?
Trapped inside our heads all day...
Never being born into a blue world of possibilities.

The imagination is the world's philosophical ***.
Imagination is a collaborative process to make purple from blue and red.
Two heads, creating one coherent idea that leaps into the world,
Ready to exercise its originality.

Oh yeah, the world needs some more imagination,
Because *** is just too good to pass up.
This started off supposed to be about how I love collaborating with other artists...but then it just got *****. Whoops!
Adam Kobosky Jan 2015
Dependence on or trust in someone or something.

Trust
Someone

I give myself to everyone.
Whether you like it or not,
this is my nature.
I wonder what life would be like
if I was different from
the differences I already possess.
Everyone is different in someway,
we must accepts this.
If you don't,
life will trouble you some.
You wish neglect was not a word,
but sadly I just told you.
Do not make this world only about you,
make it about others.

I will always depend on people,
yeah it hurts me.
So I beg you to stay a week or two.
because my strength is at all time low now,
and I need you.
I need you
This makes me feel like I should not have said
anything today, but how does one go a day
without saying anything. Even your mind
is never a thought at rest.
From childhood to adulthood
there are changes ... numerous
too numerous to count, to remember
yet a few are etched in the memory,
even in the subconscious
lasting a lifetime

through all the decades of my life
most are hugely positive
very little sadness is remembered
mourning over a three day old baby girl,
a miscarriage nine months to the day nine months later,
the death of my beloved husband after fifty years.

I happily remember the joy of our wedding day,
the uncomplicated births of my five living children,
funny ... I always wanted five, even before our marriage
and there are five, still living good and happy lives.

I've even met someone new
who is going through the same, too;
life can be good, as good as you expect,
hope is the key ... I prayed to God ...
He graced me with a lovely friend
one with whom I can share
and he can share as well

in this ... we are making
new memories
in time's changes
Written January 2015 - I wish everyone who reads this poem a very Happy New Year.  May your every endeavor succeed.  May all of your dreams come true.  May you have good health and reasonable wealth.  All the best to you, Dear Poet and Friend.
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