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Mohannie Jan 2019
My eyelids are heavy
I close them once
They continue to fall
A struggle to lift

I stare into space
To keep them ajar
But they still continue
To fall like bricks

Or a feather to the ground
Soft and hard
Heavy or light
But continue to drop

My head is in buzz
I fight to wake
My eyelids still fall
But I stay awake

Because I cannot sleep
Must stay awake
Too much to do
And still too much weight

My eyelids will fall
Which I can't allow
Them to fully close
So I carry the weight
I deleted this one from a bit ago then decided to post it again. Hope you enjoy!
Luis Valencia Jan 2019
I’m not sure of what I need
I don’t know whether it’s sleep
Or a way to smile
Or a sleeping pill
But these late nights have me feeling like I’m a cloud
High in the sky
Spreading throughout the atmosphere
I feel like I’m stretched out so thinly
That if I were to move any more
I would rip
When I say that I’m tired
Just know I’m not tired of you
I’m tired of battling with myself
Sleep is nonexistent rn
Kalliope Jan 2019
With an open palm
And out stretched arm
You grasp my hand
But once again you take no weight
Intertwine your fingers with mine
Make my heart skip beats
Just long enough to transfer
Your demons
They play well with mine
I've got no space
I'm filled to the max
I take them anyway
With my heart in cracks
You're never here for me
But I can't tell you no
vera Dec 2018
clinging onto reality
dont want to be lost
if i am, ill never find my way back
never want to lose myself again,
already so lost
cant find anything to help me

maybe reality isnt the best idea
ill try and leave it behind, after all
if i am alone ill think of you and get tangled in my thoughts
lost from reality
- not so bad after all
Astral Dec 2018

I just want to vent,
I want to fuss and complain,
So I write haikus.

*

You don't control me.
I don't even control me.
So please, just back off.


What even are we?
It's up to you to decide,
Its driving me mad.


I could just go on,
Anyway, what is the point?
Oh yeah, I'm stressed.
Oof, sorry for so many vents..
Slime-God Dec 2018
fetid skin,
so worn and thin.
it bears not hope,
to keep it in.
Awash beneath,
a sea of sin.
You'll go without,
and die within.
the mind is, the mind is, the mind is surface tension
Madison Dec 2018
I’m so tired
But I can’t sleep
There are a million little things
That have decided to swarm my mind
All of the things are stressing me out
I just want to sleep right now
I’m so freakin’ tired
Seven test in one week right before you have to take six exams will do that to you.
SinoAko Nov 2018
Was it the way I looked or,
Was it how I spoke or,
Was it my personality,
That you didn’t like about me?

Can I change the future or,
Can I change the approach or,
Can I change the destiny,
So you won’t leave?

What if I did this or,
What if I did that or,
What if I did something else;
Would you come back?

I guess I’ll believe,
I guess I’ll also think,
I guess I’ll have to assume,
That I’m always the problem.
gray Nov 2018
so you may not be the kinda guy
who'll sit there and hug me as i cry.
and you might not even find
the whole idea of being consoling remotely kind.

so you may not be the kinda guy
who'll pop around and just pop by.
and you might not even find
that when i accuse you of something that you're tongue-tied.

and now i know you're not the kinda guy
who'll sing with me to fireflies.
and i can't believe i didn't find
that you didn't care about me, i turned a blind eye.
whilst studying an inspector calls by JB Priestley, i found Sheila and Gerald's relationship a pretty good muse for some poetry. so here it is: a poem written from Sheila Birling's point of view towards her ex-fiance, Gerald Croft.
CJ Nov 2018
I like her.
But I keep telling myself
"She's only a friend."
As i see her in the eye
of my close friend.
Crush or best friend....
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