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Pauline Morris Mar 2016
I'm the one that's supposed to be holding it all togeather
Making everything better
But the ropes are slipping
And the blood will soon be dripping
It's all about to splatter on the floor
I wish I could just turn and walk out the door
There's no where to hid
To many salty tears cried
Nothing to do but watch
In the depression's belt another notch
Seen it coming for months, no one to help
Bend over let life give me another whelp
Because who is there to pick up the one that kept it all togeather
The one that the storms they where supposed to weather
Who is there to help the one everyone turned to
The one that now can't pull through
Can you riddle me this
Where is my bliss
I need to know
The ropes about to go
With enough pressure even a diamond can crack
And I'm much weaker than that
Elle W Feb 2016
Somebody once told me that to love would be the strongest feeling of
All. Yet I discovered a new feeling the other day, I felt
Vacant. Surely most have felt this at some point in their lives. My mind was
Empty. I sat there for a while contemplating what that meant, to be vacant.
Over and over again, but could not yet come to a conclusion.
Ultimately, I was confused. I turned to my mother for answers but
Right at that moment, as I turned, I realised that it isn't just an emotion.
Something physically leaves your body for your mind to become this.
Oddly enough we are frozen almost, even for the shortest amount of time,
Under a spell perhaps? No, not a spell, but a curse. And just
Like that I understood, for us to be entirely conscious, we need someone to
**save our soul.
"Count the sheep
To go to sleep"
Said my mom when i was little

"Count the sheep
Rather than weep"
And i listened
For that riddle

I listened for my mother
For my whole life
But for now

Now i must listen
When my heart
Subseeds to frown

And that riddle echos on
And my mind begins to spin
And without a doubt
I have to shout...
The sheep will soon run out

"Count the sheep
To go to sleep...
Until u count no more,
Then go to bed, and wait instead,
Until u know what you wait for."
One day you must say goodbye to the traditions of the past, you must also learn to recognise whats truely just.
Styles Feb 2016
The more I fill it,
the more empty it becomes.
and when I try to empty it,
this empty feeling fills my insides.
It always finds me, when I try to hide.
Can't get rid of it, its like it buried deep down inside.
Answer: Heart
S S Jan 2016
In the corner I
Lie in wait
Waiting for you to arrive

Tossed around
Like an old tennis ball
I barely just survive

Brothers and sisters
Friend and foe
I watch them disappear

Plucked from a tree
Of endless choice
It's only me you hear

Open one eye
Unknowingly hear
I've sat inside your vault

I watch you now
And wonder if
I'll be heard as merit or fault

Can't run now
Embrace me now
You have entered my game

Who am I?
Come now child
I am your given name.
SassyJ Jan 2016
Electrics shafts cuts*  
The bubbling shade shakes
*Fiddling all islands
Taboo Subject:
Are ****** a fiddle or a riddle?
Based on article I read that ****** could cause HPV and cancer...
http://www.thehealthsite.com/news/beware-your-***-toy-could-give-you-cancer/
You can debate on the comment space....... any views are welcome!
Don't be so shy!
Phil Lindsey Jan 2016
Could be hangin’ ‘round a church,
Although it’s sin, it’s not embarrassed, it is
Red and it’s a rule.  We all use them everyday;
Doesn’t have to be in school.
It is most important, but it’s just a
Number
Afterall.
Let me know your answer, with a message.  Not a call.
pwl 1/9/16
Dawn of Lighten Jan 2016
I forgive your deeds,
Will you forgive me for mine,
Or shall we forget?
It is this oxymoron that drives most human beings,
And with the contradiction we live with ourselves,
But maybe that imperfection is what makes us more human?
As blood drips,
Pain grips,
Sharp stings and bubbly feelings,
But it is one of the normal dealings.
Clues in the tags
Flo Dec 2015
I have known you for quite some time
You seem to be a riddle
One I can't quite figure out
Never opening your heart
Yet searching for love
I know you are scared
But isn't it the time to be bold?
Girl sometimes we have to take risks
In order to reach for what we desire
A poem I wrote for one of my friends...
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