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rgz Jan 2019
Everywhere I go
They tell me I'm too ill
I won't make it to the door
I'll never get up that hill
They say I've got something for you
It's a handful of pills
Some bad information
And a battle of wills

With these demons inside
Eating me up alive
They won't stop screaming
I tried
To make them cease
But they hide
I can hear them
They lie
Somewhere deep in my mind
I can still feel their eyes
The screams will never subside
Now I'm

Going down that hill
Chewing every pill
I've had my fill
Of this unbreakable will
An unshakable thrill
The stranger is in
This door is unhinged
And I'm walking straight in
gimme the news
I got a
bad case of lovin you
Cambria Andersen Oct 2018
The anger grows larger than the hurt.
The tide changes, disappointment floats away.
Resentment seeps in deep, to the marrow, and takes it's place.
There was a time that I was so hurt and disappointed in my lover but as time wore on, anger developed. It was such an anger as I had never felt before. I no longer carry that with me, though.
The Lenora Sep 2018
Ignore the water
Seething within

Hide it in the room
With all your lies

Tuck it away for
Some other day
When the floods
Come in and out
written 5 August 2018.

by The Lenora.

All rights reserved.
A
My hatred simmers in a *** on yesterday’s stove. The store was out of what I needed to spice it up and I left my Visa card there. My neck is sore from keeping my chin up. I’ve hung the acid soaked sentences out back where the wind and sun will dry them. I marked a map and programed GPS but somehow I  still managed to get lost. There is no future, only now, and I can’t read the instructions Google won’t translate for me.  I have a dollar bill to keep me fed with manna in the morning and a hamburger at night. There is a screaming fit locked up in a closet in the basement. Resignation looks around and wonders who resigned - It couldn’t have been me.  The dam that won’t release the tears shows signs of cracking at the bottom. The bow that shoots the vengeful arrows has a broken string. Standing tall will only render me a better target. •The pillars that support my worth are festooned with poison ivy. The waves of loss and terror crash and roll but I’ve become a cork.
I float.
                      ljm

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                                                                ­                                            B
•NOTIFICATIONS•

•M­y hatred simmers in a *** on yesterday’s stove.
•The store was out of what I needed to spice it up and I left my        
   Visa Card there.
•My neck is sore from keeping my chin up.
•I’ve hung the acid soaked sentences out back where the wind and
   the sun will dry them.        
•I marked a map and programed GPS but somehow I still
   managed to get lost
•There is no future, only now, and I can’t read the instructions
   Google won't translate for me.
•I have a dollar bill to keep me fed with manna in the morning and
   a hamburger at night
•There is a screaming fit locked up in a closet in the basement.
•Resignation looks around and wonders who resigned - It couldn’t
   have been me.
•The dam that won’t release the tears shows signs of cracking at the
   bottom
•The bow that shoots the vengeful arrows has a broken string.
•Standing tall will only render me a better target.
•The pillars that support my worth are festooned with poison ivy.
•The waves of loss and terror crash and roll but I’ve become a cork.
•I float.
                           ljm
WHICH FORMAT DO YO LIKE BEST?  I can't decide.  Please give me your vote for A or B.   Thanks
Maddy Van Buren Oct 2016
falling through cracks
living alone
knowing I needn't take you back
the hurt is the same
withstanding quiet disapproval
forgetting you want to get away
for a moment you are mine
the moment is fading
you've never said to me the right line
I've wanted to love you for so long
I'll do anything, anything
to make you want me this long
Elemenohp Jun 2016
What is life if not agony.
Have you ever truly lived,
If you haven't felt your lungs seize;
And struggled with a menial task like continuing to breathe?

How can you claim to have a life that's full
If you haven't felt the emptiness that comes from a destroyed soul?
Where can you find happiness or love
Without living for years in dispair;
This life has never been fair.

Life is seeing those you love slip away
After doing all that you can to keep their demons at bay.
Life is living with no one by your side,
Living with no true home to reside
And with no one in which to confide.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
An angel landed by my side
He spread his wings open wide
"Come here my child I'll let you hide"

"Come here I will protect
From all that would effect
I will not let any of that affect"

"You've been beaten, you've been bruised
You've been mislead, you've been used
Your past is misconstrued"

"I am your guardian angel, I am your sword
For you have been given to me, I am your ward
Sent to save you from the hoards"

"Of demons ment to do you in
They've toyed with you with their every whim
You have no need to suffer anymore within you skin"

I guess he thought I would run to him
But my anger towards this Angel was filled to the brim
He took to long to save me, now I'm standing on the rim

"Where was you, my sword wielding Angel for all those years
I was left to perish among my agony and fears
You showing up now, just grinds my gears"

I guess he was expecting me to be nice
I guess he didn't see my knife
Or he would of taken fight
I furiously cut he's wings off
Then I stood there and scoffed
"Now you will see
How it is to be
Stuck just like me"
The look on his face was priceless
I had taken away he's devices
Of soaring above the muck and the mire
Now in this demon ravaged land, with me he could expire
Pauline Morris Feb 2016
An angel landed by my side
He spread his wings open wide
"Come here my child I'll let you hide"

"Come here I will protect
From all that would effect
I will not let any of that affect"

"You've been beaten, you've been bruised
You've been mislead, you've been used
Your past is misconstrued"

"I am your guardian angel, I am your sword
For you have been given to me, I am your ward
Sent to save you from the hoards"

"Of demons ment to do you in
They've toyed with you with their every whim
You have no need to suffer anymore within you skin"

I guess he thought I would run to him
But my anger towards this Angel was filled to the brim
He took to long to save me, now I'm standing on the rim

"Where was you, my sword wielding Angel for all those years
I was left to perish among my agony and fears
You showing up now, just grinds my gears"

I guess he was expecting me to be nice
I guess he didn't see my knife
Or he would of taken fight
I furiously cut he's wings off
Then I stood there and scoffed
"Now you will see
How it is to be
Stuck just like me"
The look on his face was priceless
I had taken away he's devices
Of soaring above the muck and the mire
Now in this demon ravaged land, with me he could expire
Frank Ruland Apr 2014
Stone cold! Six feet under is where I call home
Underneath the ruins of all I’ve done for you
Was always there to help get you by
Yet, you find it in your heart to forget about mine?

*******! I’ve become distant—how about you?
Friends? Since when?
It’s been ages since you’ve looked me in the eyes
But, you manage to see my flaws just fine!

Defaced! You don’t know the pain that I feel
Every day I think about how we used to be
Now we’re merely strangers trying to forget
Just how it is to remember.

No love! You harbor it all for him,
Gave in to temptation
And left me behind on a whim
Managing to wonder why I’m Grimm

Yes, there’s hate inside
And I ******* love it
The burn carves a divide
And leaves me with a high!

This sacrilege—a hemorrhage
And my suffering’s homage
To all of your grandiose deceits
But don’t you stop for my sake!

Anger: a seed so deeply seated
Its roots run throughout my veins
Now it’s all I feel, it’s who I am
And don’t you dare mistake it!

Red,
Sharp contrast to help define blurred lines
In a world of black and white
Sometimes spite’s the best distinction.
Frank Ruland Apr 2014
Old Stone Face sits
In his angry chair,
Not doing anything
Except sitting there.

The world's gone dark
His vision's gone,
So he just sits
Wih his angry thoughts.

His eyes, glazed over;
Cloudy pools of blue
Every day they darken,
Losing their bright hue.

The burden of hate
Bogs down his soul
So there he seethes;
All by himself.

Hard, deep wrinkles
Course through his face;
Too much like cuts
For others' tastes.

Cracked fingernails bite
Into his chair's arms;
The aged leather tears
Beneath all that spite.

Dust ever settles
Upon his crooked brow;
Years of odious lust
Left his features skewed.

A broken, grimy clock,
Hangs above his head
Its arms more still,
Than the stagnant air.

Beside him, a radio
From his forgotten youth;
What once hummed harmonies,
Now simply screams static.

Several decades of loathing
Took their heavy toll;
Left a man embittered,
And completely all alone.

— The End —