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André Morrison Nov 2018
If I spoke underwater about the things that I hated
I'd run out of gas and the water would be carbonated
It's belated, but I realise that everyone I've dated
Faded away because they found someone 'better'
I just guess that means I'm fated to be rated second
So this girl wants to get down with me
But doesn't want anything higher
Yet I'll keep running back & stand by her
Feelings of objectification
I guess my body is like a slum & I need some gentrification
lovelywildflower Nov 2018
one time i wanted to run away
all the way to Vermont
that's where i was gonna go
i knew someone there
and i was gonna run to them
i looked up a map
even packed a bag
but then my parents found out
that i was talking to this guy
i couldn't sleep in my room for a while
they watched me
to make sure i wouldn't leave
in the middle of the night while they were asleep
i want to run again
run as far as i can
i'm always running anyway
always running
when am i going to stop?

Momento Mori Nov 2018
One life, one wife,
One love, One Love.

Why one, Why one,
Why one, Why One?

      My Frustration is only matched
By my desire to be the One.

I am a contradiction to be watched
         a liar who wants to run.

from:
commitme
                   nt.
I have been frustrated recently with the idea that we are to only commit to one person for our time here on earth. It is not that I do not find myself capable of loving one person through hardships, but rater because I want to love more than one person. I am far from being a polygamist, but I stand on the precipice between "for better and for worse" and from putting a relationship in a hearse.

This is a draft, and I'm looking for critiques and ideas.
CautiousRain Nov 2018
A bad man's running his mouth,
talking of God and all sorts of things,
saying justice comes to tear down
all the sins and evils of this world,
claims he knows it,
oh, he knows it,
he claims he'd bring down
all those wretched souls
and hand them some accountability;
ah yes, a bad man's running,
running away,
jumping through hoops
trying so **** hard to hide
from justice,
mmhm,
cause a bad man's running his mouth,
running away from the wrongs he condemned
mere hours ago,
talking about how much he hates
a man like that,
a man like him,
and how much he'd love to show them,
show them,
show them how to be a bad man like him
and masquerade as equity and virtue,
talk a load of croc and take the plunge
with a face so unlike
these marauders,
or so he says,
he always says,
always littering the world with his voice,
his mumbled, garbled,
running mouth;
he wants to tell you
that he'd take his knife to a man
who dared to try you,
feel you,
oh, he says,
as he takes what he wants on his own.

A bad man's running,
running amock in this silent town,
disregarding good deeds,
taking it upon himself
to play the Janus.
Couldn't get the phrase bad man running out of my head
Sketcher Nov 2018
My mind is infested with negative thoughts,
I have been bested by what I’ve come across,
A lying ***** that ******* left me to die,
But here you are probably questioning why,
A “kid” is dealing with problems such as these,
Sadly, I have been taught the birds and the bees,
How to love another, so the other loved me,
She took me in and definitely had me pleased,
Out of the blue, she kicked me to the curb,
Cause to her, love is nothing but a verb,
It’s a feeling that you do not mess with,
Or you get stuck in a mindset like this,
Yes, heartbreak is the most painful agony,
Next to the death of someone in your family,
It’s not her fault though,
It was my own hormonal mindset,
Now I am below,
A healthy level so I’m a threat,
To myself and I think I need a break,
I do not know how long this pause will take,
I explain my feelings in a collection of poetry,
Not just heartbreak but for the future I am in no hurry,
The two biggest things that cause my silent depression,
Things that I would rather not talk about or mention,
The future and heartbreak aren’t easy to deal with now,
Thanks for enjoying me, I will take my final bow,
I have decided to run,
Life isn’t fun,
Neither is the one,
That stole my love,
And left this hole,
I must raise above,
What she stole,
I’m not sure how,
This is possible,
But I vow,
I’ll find something plausible…
Stepson…
Find a gun…
Hurts a ton…
This isn’t fun…
On the run…
I’m done…
Probably just might.
Darkness grew with each night,
Things blurred before the sight.

Woes and cries of pain appeared,
Darkness grew and nightmares seared...

With each breath i suffocated,
In the fleeting madness i feel devastated.

This awful disguise is losing its touch,
Need something more to fool this bunch...

The only choice left is to run,
Im losing my sanity its causing burns...

But where to run from oneself?
Should i accept this broken self...?
Should I...??
loggi Oct 2018
A faint glow and you may see
All the colors and shadows that
Our private world displays
Once the lights go out.
Rose Willow Oct 2018
The scariest moment is always just before you start,
the scariest moment is when you leave me in the dark.
The scariest thought is of being left behind,
the scariest thing is when there's so much lost time.

Everything pulls you in, and pushes me out;
stuck on the sandy tide, with no way back, I simply pout.
Hiding my fear of being left behind, hiding my fear of losing you again.
I fear you speaking the simple words, "Goodbye, my friend."

Once again, I tell you how I'd miss you so,
just to be laughed at and teased, and told you wouldn't go.
At least I heard those words, before I had to leave.
At least I heard your voice, before I had to plead;
"Let me stay, just a little longer."
But my time was up, and I left, with your heart conquered.

The scariest moment is always just before you start,
the scariest moment is when you leave me in the dark.
The scariest thought is of being left behind,
the scariest thing... is running out of time.
mils Oct 2018
?
what am I doing here?
lost within my mind
turning corners,
hoping for the best
I feel like I'm running blind
Is this another test?
filled with my own horrors
There is no more cheer
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