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sar Feb 2018
my legs are long enough
to wrap themselves around your heart
and drag it with me into the ******* ground.
in moments of angst, this happens
Alicia Allen Feb 2018
Something hurts.
A deeply painful hurt that seems to resonate from a place as deep as it is painful.
As brutal as the crushing pressure building from within lungs trapped under tons of water . Salted water drawn from earths own seas.
Something hurts
and it hurts something fierce, now there's water in my soul and an ancient ache in my bones.
Wandering under the pressure of it in a dark chasm.
Something hurts and it is not found of this earth. Its ache as foreign as distant lands.
Something, something hurts.
It makes a body weary and fatigued
Hard pressed not carry on  longer.
No heavier sigh has be found as a burdened one.
Something hurts and it tells me carry on no more. Let it be, let it rest, let it go
So let me be,  let I will this thing that hurts.

Something, something hurts and I will it not to hurt anymore.
Jathan Hall Jan 2018
What is this you speak?
The spread of thighs?
The show of teeth?
Yet and still I do seem meek
I wonder if it's somehow exculpatory
My fears
The sides of my story
The blood, the horror, and in fact the glory
But still I toss that for you
Happiness
I've yet to learn and share
The constant state of being aware
The words lingering in the air
I cannot enjoy only ensnare
This Janus - faced figure of my affections
It's true
What is the real motive and direction?
If only I didn't constantly have to question
But I was still crazy for you
Oct.12.2017
An old draft
I guess that's where I went wrong
because who could have told me
that not seeing an end
and seeing a future
were two very
different
things
guess loving too much engulfed me in my own flame again
i n h a l e s
e x h a l e s
she’ll remember you
always
the reason she’s sighing
deeply
and sleeping with
a heavy heart
right now
Sarah Xander Oct 2017
sometimes I can't help but think how my life would be without you

you make me more depressed than happy
but I know deep down you wish you could make me smile
it's not your fault it's mine
I should have stayed in line.
but the things I feel always get caught in the way
im sorry that I love you, dear
I really wish I hadn't
I am really sorry that I love you, dear
sometimes these things happen.
Gul e Dawoodi Oct 2017
All my thoughts and all of my poems;
end up on the exact same line
Do we keep stumbling over the rocks till we die?
Or does everything at the end turns out to be fine?
Are we becoming who we wanted to be?
Or are we mere puppets tied to strings?
What life tries to teach us as we live?
Since all I see is struggle as I wait for time to be kind.
head spinning too fast, emotions spilling too much, please, leave me here untouched
depression really ******* *****
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