Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Wordforged Fool Feb 2021
I'm caught in a forest
My glass frame is jagged and shattered
I give in to a distant call to rest
And I search for somewhere to lay my head
The forest is quiet
A whisp broke me and left
And I'm alone to care for a grove
I am broken, I am scared, I am upset
Something ahead of me
Trapped in the overgrowth
It can't be!
My armor, my friend, my beautiful cog!
Oh! What have I done to you?
I check it's inner workings
Gears clogged with vines and branches
Iron rusted through
Until I wander deep enough
And I find the source of my distant whisper
My hearth
Once a great and burning flame
To move my cog so powerfully
So patiently
Subserviently
I climb in
And flames long dead begin to burn once more
It melts my glass
And smooths me out
And I lay my head to rest
I close my eyes
When I open them again
I see through the juggernaut's eyes
And I burn so hot from my pain
The overgrowth burns away
Rusted parts shatter away
A plume of smoke billows from me
I am a cog once more
I feel so heavy
So tired
But oh so powerful
A great machine finds me in this grove
And offers me a place in it's inner workings
Other cogs inside, made of shining steel greet me
We grind and toil away
And I feel so at home
After harming and being harmed by a beautiful whisp
Who I now understand never truly understood me
Nor did I understand them
They fled from me
Left me so alone
But I am strong once more
I am so tired
I feel safe and complacent
So I will rest and let my body fall into routine
I will sleep
I will obey my new machine
I will dream
New experiences aren't for everyone. I hurt people and was myself hurt by my confusion, fear, and ignorance. I was then abandoned and now I do nothing but work and rest and while I'm not happy, I do feel steady. I feel safe.
J Feb 2021
Why do I fear losing when I’ve already lost
Why do I fear hate when I’m already hated
Why do I fear the scars when I’m already bleeding
Why do I fear death when it is already upon me
...
Inside, I am nothing more than a child
with a branch for a toy sword,
Brandishing it up against
The monsters and villains of my own mind

Inside, I am nothing more than a child,
Crying out for forgiveness for my
Multitude of sins
Against my ancestors of days past

Inside, I am nothing more than a child
That feels as though she isn’t
Good enough for those she loves;
She isn’t good enough to be here

Inside, I am nothing more than a child
That feels as though
She is nothing more than an inconvenience,
That she is nothing more than a burden
I feel like I'm drowning in all the choices that I have to make right now. I'm slowly slipping under the surface
zee Feb 2021
Love was a feral creature,
Something to be avoided,
Something to be feared...

For I believed it only brought;
Pain, Destruction and Loss...

Long had I stayed away,
Caging myself in,
void of emotions...

But then,
YOU,
came into my life...
you tamed the beast
and showed me,
it wasn't all that bad...

You came in,
and...
made me believe in,
"LOVE"

You enveloped me in your caring arms,
I embraced your heart without a thought...

And now,
when I think of love,
I think of....
YOU!

This poem was inspired by a Webtoon comic (Freaking Romance by Snailords) I read! Hope y'all will like it ♥
its so much easier to climb
into bed and pull the blanket up
past the legs that held you up all day
and over your head that's so stubborn
where all your dark shadows live

crawl back into a hole
where you can wrap yourself
in the blanket that weighs to much
to move even the slightest to get out
and walk three steps to the fridge

so the blanket gets bigger
and your body gets smaller
till there is nothing

but a blanket
              
                   for someone else
i've been under the blanket for so long that my body holds only the weight of the blanket i thought to be so safe

there are mistakes but nothing is ever perfect :)
Junnie Feb 2021
Those  "I love you"
Turn into "I loved you"
LemonWater Feb 2021
When did I forget?
I want to remember how it feels
To love and to be loved without regrets.
Now I wonder...
Will I ever feel it again?
Starry eyed as a youngster.
Believed in everything the world had to offer.
But that all changed, because people that I've known liked to change like the seasons.


They all gave me nothing to believe in.
I had to pick myself up from the pieces.
Now I always live in the moment.
Scared to hurt someone else with my jagged pieces.


Now all I know is what I feel in the moment.
They all gave me nothing to believe in.
28 and still get lost in my emotions.
Scared to let someone walk in just to walk out again.
Learned enough too, to change with the seasons.
Sometimes I revisit the closed doors.
Not by choice but to remember, they all gave me nothing to believe in.


Lost in thought, when I'm deep in my feelings.
Sometimes I have to remind myself who I am.
No matter how deep a mess you're in.
You have a choice to believe in something.
You have a choice how to live your life.
You have a choice if you'd save yourself just to survive.
Sometimes the people you know will give you nothing to believe in.
But it's up to you what you believe in.
Next page