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glass Mar 2019
Please/my/love, keep me awake
keep from hate
hate
hating myself for no one's sake but my own
but/yet, not even that
not for my sake
I can't even feel what it's like to be real
I don't even know where I'm going, please
please

please/my/love, take me to hell
before I take myself
make/me/see, it's not what I want
not what I want
not the place for me to be
before I take the one way trip
please/my/love, keep me afloat

coax/me, into your arms
into your life
tell/me, I will be alright
and by my side you'll fight
to find the light inside
because/my/love, you'll tell me that it's there
tell me that it's there
please
tell me it's there
02/05/19
/ = pause
(meant to be performed or read aloud)
Faryal Feb 2019
The mind

self destruction in 3....2....1....
at it’s finest
when the most beautiful creation
can go against you
the mind
the deceiver and manipulator
corresponding to that one friend
who says they’ll take a bullet for you
when you realize their the ones behind that gun
the mind
is equivalent to that friend
deceptive, deceitful & deluding
we rely on others validation for us
beautiful, courages, ecstatic, flourishing,
independent, inspiring, intelligent, stunning
adjusting the
names that get called to you
than you get called ugly;
the mind
when there’s so many people that can see beauty in you,
they see that fire burning with passion
but the only one thing that remains
to
stick with you
is that one thing,
where they think you’re ugly
for being beautiful
that validation only comes when
you see yourself on the other side of that
mirror
when you did all the cruel things in the world
just to fit in
so everyone can make YOU look like the bad
guy
the mind
we abuse ourselves more than anyone
that is capable of abusing us
we tell
ourselves cruel saddened things
convincing ourselves we deserve pain;
but it’s time
not to go insane
but to stay sane
to step out of the box
out of what everyone
pictures you to be
to be validated by not everyone else
but to be able to affirm yourself
that the beauty that was stolen from you
gave you a clue
on how to not let
cruel things define you
you are who defines you
not what society defines beautiful as ugly
because you are more beautiful
than society can ever be
so thank you, to every single human
that is still existing
the fights and wars each of you
go through
winning each one as you wake up
to the tears of crying yourself to sleep
the mind
you are strong
you are powerful
knowing nothing can break you down
you deserve to be alive
don’t let the mind control you
it’s time for you to take control of your
mind.
Assley Dec 2018
To my room I feel confined.

Trapped.

A prisoner of my own mind.

Ceilings are getting taller

Sweat soaking my collar

My throat is getting smaller

I am barely able to call out her name.

I am getting smaller but my vices and flaws are not reacting the...

same.

The shame becomes too much and suddenly these made up floors turn into made up dust

and the hate I can feel it

in the back of this room.

my mind.

its calling...

these made up floors turn into dust and suddenly

I'm falling.

The pain I feel it in my ears

my mouth,

these locked doors.

I'm falling.

Suddenly there is dust all around me and I'm no longer standing on made up floors.

Suddenly.

The hurt I feel it in the boarded windows,

or...

my eyes?

The hurt I feel it like a shooting pain from wall to wall it stings my thighs.

Suddenly?

suddenly...

the floors,

the dust,

it's all lies.

and suddenly

I'm

falling.

I have been falling.

I am still falling.

How long have I been falling.
ahaahah I love this one. Lmk how you interpret this please!! Also think I edited this a little more since the last time I typed it out oof
kailee Nov 2018
Slide your fingers along my body
Your fingers like razor blades
Cutting deep
Along every curve, every crevice, everywhere
Kiss me where you want even my lips
I know i know
that kissing on the lips mean “too intimate”
But so is what we are doing
Keep it a secret and when it gets out
Let your voice box play the same scratched record
“That lying **”
Then come back and fill the holes of my heart
But i know you want to fill my other ones instead
Tell me you like it when i do that thing with my mouth
But little do you know my mouth
Holds power
Even though I am your greatest accomplishment
I am in your closets covered in dust
But is still always there for you
My body is washed of you
But somehow the water
Is red as i drain it
Use my body for a different kind of trophy
I want you to paint the world on my back
So i dont know whats to come of my life
you will be the death of me
My death is going to be a sleep with no dreams
And no point of waking up
Even with the slightest touch
Or the loudest whisper
The voice that made my day could be
The very voice that sends the feeling of nails running down my back
Claws like the ones on that guy who
Said he loves me
His voice so sincere when she talks to me
But too hurtful to believe
Mitchell Nov 2018
Time
Such a vexing thing
Such a mesmerising prospect
Time turns towards our trials, our tribulations
Our tantalizing treats told in tender tales
Time
The end, the beginning
The wheel forever spinning
Forever moving forward
Forever moving on
Forever
All things end, but do they really?
Though all you see is all you know
Connections thrive aplenty
The greats, the ancients, Da Vinci, Cleopatra
They all live on in the minds of the present
Remembered by many, not truly lost
Nothing is lost
Time
Time brings love, laughter, joy
Death, sadness, suffering, pain, life
Life is pain
Life is love
Life is death
But after everything life ends
Some end dramatically, with blazing fanfares
Others depart with whispered words
But all are remembered
Not truly lost
Nothing is ever lost
Time
Life’s eternal cycle forever turns
Inescapable pain forever
Time
The cruel master of us all
Time is money?
Not even close
Time is pain
Time is infinite, unending forever cycling pain
Time
People
People live through pain
They create love, laughter, happiness, joy
Time gives them pain and they push it back
Pain everlasting, pain ever growing
People ever living, People persevering
Time
Pain
Life
Death
It all comes down to people
People
People like you, people like me
People like all those who live life while they can
People who couldn’t
Time
Time gives life
Time takes life
Forever cycling
Never ending
Pain
Pain unending
Pain everlasting
People
Suffering
Enduring
All of it ends in life
So go forth and live
A slam poem
Inspired somewhat by Harry Baker's 'Paper People'
Dessa De Guzman Oct 2018
Why? Why did I loved you?
If i knew that you wouldn't love me back.
Why does it have to be you? Why not someone else?
These questions are always popping in my head
every time i see you.
Every time I see you with your girl;
Your arm over her shoulder
Your fingers intertwined to hers
Kiss on her cheeks
Kiss on her forehead
I wish i was her
I wish i was the one you are holding
I wish i was the one you are kissing
I wish it was me that you love
I wish...

Then one morning, I was walking down the hall and heard other people saying that you and your girl broke up.
I had hope; I aimed that the two of us had a chance.
That the word "you and I" will be a thing.
I started talking to you wanting to be your friend
And from that moment you talked back
I knew
I knew that you only wanted a friend
A friend that can be by your side.
A friend to lean on while waiting for your broken heart to be whole again.

I became that friend that you wanted.
I listen to your stories about her
I listen on how you say that you still love her
I listened
I listened to you that I forgot to listen to myself
I forgot to listen to my friends, to my family, to everyone.
I forgot to listen to them because I was so busy listening to you.
I forgot that i have a life too.
I just forget everything that is going on when it comes to you.
I am willing to forget everything just for you
But you didn't do the same.

You were so focused on yourself; on her.
You forgot that I'm still here.
You didn't know that i was also hurting
I was hurting when you say that you still loved her very much; that you will do everything to win her back

And then it hit me.
Right at that moment you said those words
I knew
I knew that there is no chance; the word "you and i"; the word "us" will just stay as a word.
A word that has no meaning to you
But it means a lot to me.

And the only word that means to you is "I am JUST YOUR FRIEND, PREFERABLY YOUR BEST FRIEND, YOUR LITTLE SISTER, YOUR BEST BUDDY"
That when I say "I love you"
I wanted you to reply "I love you too"
But then you always replied, "I love you too........................... BEST FRIEND"

I became your best friend
I AM your best friend
Also, I became your lover that you weren't aware of.
Mitchell Oct 2018
Faster
Striking, lashing, dashing
His blade against mine
Lives at stake
Not mine, not mine
It must be him
Faster
I strike, he parries, I strike again
It goes through
A flash of red
A gasp of air
Not his
Mine
No!
Faster
Weakening, faltering
He strikes and strikes
Move!
I can’t
I can’t
Rushing, rushing
Blood to my head, to my side
Blurring, rushing
Parry! Riposte!
No!
Again
Again
Faster
Blade to blade
Clashing, biting
Rushing, rushing
Parry! Riposte!
Stop!
Time slows
Rushing, rushing
Unmoving
My blade, his
His blade
Downward
His throat
Faster!
I slash
He stabs
Scarlet droplets fly
Pain
Pain
My blade in his throat
His in my chest
Pain
Darkness
Nothing
I'm intending this for some kind of performative poetry, perhaps slam poetry
This was originally a small piece of impromptu writing I did.
I would love some criticism

The original is here: https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/86216/version/163138
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