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Adam Holmstrom Jun 2018
I exist in fragments
scattered over years and moments
of love, of joy, of pain.

In fragments held by people;
I hope they need them someday
if only a brief remembrance.

In fragments lodged in places
where I've been or have wished to be,
where I loved, I laughed, I cried.

In fragments in your heart
that I broke myself for.
Those fragments I may not find again.

I exist in fragments
broken but knowing
that maybe we all need a fragment of me.
ida Jun 2018
Guilt flows inside my veins,
beating blood to the chase
The same blood that my aching heart,
attempts to pump into purity

I don’t know its exact color
but it seems to chameleon its way into every situation
coloring every emotion a shade darker

I scrunch my eyebrows in pain
Letting each line of my shapely frown
Convince the world that I have been punished enough

But this guilt is hungry for more
It craves justification
and in its absence.
it invites obsession for dinner

They sit together and  feast on my insecurity
Which declares that I’m a bad person
The knife of self-awareness stands in defense
but ends up cutting itself out of the plate

Drooling over my meaty anxiety
sit guilt and obsession in union
seasoning it with my lonely tears
Making it a perfect dish of well-done misery

I want to send them home starving
But habit has been taught how to be hospitable
but it’s my growth that ends up cleaning their ***** dishes

Their stay costs a small amount
And so they decide to extend
But I stand holding my thoughts on a silver tray
Hoping they forget to tip, and go away

When will I be able to see things for the way they are?
I don’t want to drive through a fog of irrational beliefs
But that **** guilt blocks all other roads
which seem to lead to change

Truth is a flawed concept they say,
as everyone has their own version
But I need some honesty from you,
You, my present
because you fail to talk to me, cry with me, dance with me
You, my present, stand me up, every time
and I end up in the arms of my past

It holds me tighter than you have ever even tried
and it buys me drinks, drinks of regret
I try and sip them slowly,
But waiting on you, I get drunk

I’ve left you so many messages, and maybe your address has changed

but you, my present
Answer me please, don’t you want some happy?
Jacob Lyons May 2018
My brain draws images of happiness
Because it's everything I wanted to see
A rainbow after the showers end
Because it's everything I wanted to be
Can you feel the iridescent?
Look at me from a new point of view
My mind was a **** mess
That just needed the colors to spew
If there really isn't much left
I'm sorry if it's become a trend
Cannonballs at the deep end
Eating my heart in the ocean
Red is everywhere though
So do I get a brand new halo?
Or will demons guide my soul?
Either way, do I get control?

It's just the way I'll be
It's just the way I see things
It's just the way I see everything

And I get to die
Every single night
When I sleep and dream
Somewhere close to five
Hours and I try
To escape this life
I lay back and breathe
And then close my eyes
So maybe instead
Of wishing for death
And thinking of red
I should rest my head
While Hell remains
For when you awake
Life passes by
Every breath you take
I guess people don't like my poetry maybe because they're long or ****, but here's just a flash of sitting down and writing. This will probably be the last song. Who knows?
Katelynn May 2018
Have you ever wanted to change the world?

Would you make it better?
Would you make it happier?
Or would you just make it easier?

Would you change it for good?
Or maybe for evil?

How would you change it?

Would you do it to change your image?
Or to fall in love?
Or maybe to just make that one person smile?

Would you end all wars?
Would you feed all hungry?
Or would you house all poor?

Why would you change the world?

Do you want to be the hero?
Or the villian?

There are many things we want to change,
Whether in our selves,
Or in others.

Some are greedy,
Some are humble,
Some just want peace.

With many things,
We would want to change,
It’s okay if the only thing you change,
Is yourself.
Evie Richards Apr 2018
Something I've learned about people,
is that no-one really understands perspective.
Not everyone knows just how much **** I'm going through,
even though I try my best to help them understand.
And that it's no one else's fault.
And that it's OK for me to feel worse because of it.
Something I've learned about people,
is that you have to make a huge god-**** effort to get your point across.
Even though you could just as easily hold up a sign saying 'For ***** Sake, Help Me', most people are blind to it.
And that it's not that they don't care,
It's that they don't know how do deal with it.

Something I've learned about life,
is that it really isn't what it's cracked up to be.
Not everyone gets a good deal out of it, and not everyone can be happy, no matter how well off they are.
And that people don't mean to be oblivious,
And that even if you tell them that - they'll always forget.
Something I've learned about life,
is that everyone goes through ****.
Some people have it worse off than others, but everyone assumes that their **** was worse.
And that everyone needs to shut up and listen.
And that 'everyone' includes yourself.

Something I've learned about myself,
is that I can be so **** mean when I'm not careful.
That sometimes I just need to say it straight and not worry about the consequences.
And that sometimes, it's OK to cry.
And that I shouldn't be ashamed of that.
Something I've learned about myself,
is that I need to be aware of myself.
I should stop focusing on others, and start giving a **** about myself.
And that keeping it in is only temporary,
And that eventually, we all have to burst.

but what good does that do me?
None.
because I'm still a huge ******* mess.
I don't know how this makes me feel;
I have all this knowledge about what is going wrong in my life, but even though I know it, it seems like it'll never get better.
I just have to hope that eventually, people will see just how deep i'm in this, and reach out their whole hand to save me.

i wrote this a little while ago along with one called 'blame' and i'm not going to lie, the last bit made me laugh a little bit.
enjoy x
I have risen above the worst
not to spite you,
but despite you.
okay, maybe to spite you too
Amanda Francis Mar 2018
My fantasies have become very strange, I disturb myself at least once a day.

I imagine, my helpless body sinking. Sinking down deeper into an unknown. A memory of the only breath that would last a lifetime. A lifetime two minutes long.

I go to the library to find peace of mind, to find myself in the pages of a medical journal.
On the pages will be blooms of hope in the names of tablets that can ease my worried mind.

The cold sludge will embrace me tightly. Covering my eyes so I can't see any of the pain anymore. Holding my limbs tight, to remind me that its always there. That deaths embrace is certain. That I will be at peace.

Papercuts cover my frantically searching hands, like warriors. They're fighting for my life, a war against myself. Cramming pages into my eyes and plugging my ears with facts. A Freudian overload, a desperate attempt to medicalise my state of mind.

The thick taste of salty sand fills my mouth, my breath gasps, my involuntary reflex to save my life. The silence comes, the voices fade away. Its bittersweet that my death brings my every fantasy.

They clatter as they hit the sink, prescribed nonsense designed to pull me into myself. Make me more compliant. Dig my own hole deeper. Make me easier for society to swallow, for you to deal with. My hands have finally saved me, poured away the mind-altering remedies. Showed me the only thing I ever needed was already part of me.
Ronney Mar 2018
Praying with anticipation
Hoping the time never appears,
when the mind quits, the heart splits and life is held with a loosened grip.

Be Brave, Be Fearless
Be Strong, Be Bold


Lock hands, take heart and don’t let go
Reach out, speak out and let us know

Promise

When your ready
You’ll be guided towards the right road.
-Everyone needs help at some point, but we are reluctant to seek it for a variety of reasons such as pride and shame.

- There is no shame in asking for help.

-The humbling of ones character is the growth of ones character

-The first step to getting help is to help your self. To do this you must reflect and have self awareness. Be completely honest with yourself acknowledge that help is needed.

-Help must then be accepted in order to take effect.
PL McGroarty Feb 2018
Flashes of you careen into view.
The past ideas of us,
come walking into my mind.
Uninvited.
I ****** them out like they never meant a thing.

If I follow them...?
They’ll only steal mental peace.

It’s when my body gets flooded with that longing feeling.
The yearning.
My body hinders me, my will starts to melt.
Drenched and helpless....

It takes so much effort to force my claws out through the skin,
to scratch away the blind ideas of bliss,
to be fiercely dedicated to the evolution of my team.

Team SELF.

Because now. It’s too dangerous to wonder.
There's not enough space to contemplate “what if's”...

I’m curious about so many things.
But now it’s too dangerous to wonder.
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