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Lynn Jul 2018
I feel as If I’m eternally melting
everything around me that I touch melts too..
I lay down in bed and cover myself in sheets
I melt into my mattress and sink further.
everything around me, everything I touch
Is fouled.

My tears pour from my burning eyes
everywhere I look I see lava
everywhere I glance, they vanish:
The people I love
The people I live for.

the tears dance and roll down my red cheeks
the land on my skin and melt into it
even my tears melt away
as well as every strength left inside me
It melts away .
even you melt away too.

Eternally melting
for I can’t do anything to stop it
hi it’s been a while since I’ve written anything- I forgot how good of a way of venting it was
Elizabeth Jul 2018
There is something about happiness that comes and goes so quickly. It’s like that box of chocolates from your favorite candy store, it’s great; until it’s gone. I want to appreciate fresh flowers and perfectly cracked eggs. I want to soak in warm tea and my mother’s laughter. I used to be just fine. I used to love the sound of chirping birds and the waves rushing up against the sand on trips to the shore. Now I want nothing but empty fulfillment’s; I want nothing to do with my reality. When will it be that I smile at the white, daisies that grow outside my window? When will it be that I welcome the August heat past my hollow bedroom door? I want to be free like an uncaged bird but, there is something about my reality that’s holding me back. There is something about August that I don’t want to remember.
August heat waves
Speak Slowly Jul 2018
Life got me in a vice grip
Just a lil slip is alot of stress
But during hard times you just gotta press on.
Don't dawdle, dont step back
Accumulated struggles are just hurdles to pass over.
Some people live too fast
But to truly appreciate your life slow down.
Sometimes you got to step into a river and let it flow.
Dont control the current, try to be transparent.
-SS
Day 21
Payton Patterson Jul 2018
I was so
Happy,
So confident.
Where
Did
That
Go?




                                 (p.p) 7/19/18 9:32am
I have you ever felt this way? I hope so, then I'm not alone. We can get through this together. my tumblr is smilingskeletons and my twitter is tsunamioftears. Messsage me if you ever feel you need to!
Graff1980 Jul 2018
Palestinian
children
and women
attempt to
protest apartheid,
fighting against
those borders and walls,
walking towards boundaries
where snipers sit
settled in
to shoot the innocent,
and continue
freedom's infringement.

Soldiers fire to take
the lives of those
they dehumanize.
Two thousand
are wounded
and fifty plus
dead.

My government is complicit
in these illicit
acts of violence.
We support and supply
the horrible ordinance
used to brutalize
and end those unfortunate lives.
Our politicians
spin blood red threads
into golden ***** lies
and celebrate the bad guys
who have no intention
of compromising,
the ones who
go on occupying
and terrorizing the Palestinian people.

Meanwhile,
state supported
media guys,
are televised
to tell us lies,
go on air
to share a side
that shames
and blames
the victims of
new atrocities,
by their favorite
allies,
repeating
reports of agitation
incited by
Hamas,
but no one on
the Israeli side
was wounded
or died.
solfang Jul 2018
how long more can
this game of pretend last,
when it's slowly turning
into reality?
I can't pretend to like adulthood anymore. It's tiring.
solfang Jul 2018
mothers might know best,
but they are not always right.
Her advice might be what's best for others, but it's not always right for me.
----
I grow up listening to my mother's advice.
Before college, I am not allowed to have my own thoughts.
--

I changed my job recently, and honestly speaking, I am not too happy about it.
Called my mum, and she stated some obvious facts.
But I feel like she isn't even trying to be in my shoes.

--
MacKenzie Warren Jul 2018
"you're so strong"
something i have heard a billion times
because i know how to fake a smile
and stop the tears from flowing from my eyes
i am not strong
but i am not weak
i'm just struggling

you don't see everything
you don't look past the curtain of artificial sunshine
or take the time to read the book that is me
you don't see the nights consisting of no sleep
of vomiting and crying
laying on the cold bathroom floor
the days i don't want to live anymore
the days where changing my clothes
is far too hard

i am struggling
carrying around concrete feet
dragging a backpack full of bricks
handfuls of emotions
of trials
of errors
and no space to put them
but smiling for all of the right people
saying the things i know need to be said
keeping attention far away
because to you, i am strong
to you i can concur the world
and oh how i wish i could
mumu Jun 2018
Let the pen kiss the paper
Smudging softly with dark tint
I am full of ideas!
Creating story, reaching the ******
And my hand is burning
Scribbling my thoughts into words, intensely
I know where I am going.
Wait.
Where am I going?
Lately, I can't focus on writing my poems. It's just, I have all the ideas, thoughts and topics on my mind and when I start to write it, I don't know how I'm going to proceed. My words become blur and my mind doesn't coordinate with my hands leaving most of my writings hanging in the air.
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