Amanda Jun 8
Under and under
Blackness grips my heart
I ache and suffer
Sputtering dreams from pale lips
Hands from below reach and grab
Kicking and struggling for surface
That gleam of light I never seem to have
Air is so scarce
Hard to hunt
In loneliness I hide
Freezing depths, no sign of sun
Limitless possibilities
Because it is only in my head
This vivid feeling
Anxious, wish for peace instead
Insecurity constricting my thoughts
Haunting my wild mind
A dark fantasy out of control
A reason to cry hard to find
Here in my dark corners
Tears are nothing, salty wishes
Breif drops of ocean, tributes,
To the chaos my brain misses
So, with much misery
And little sense
Top of lake approaches
Breath gone, hung in suspense
My lungs have failed again
Oxygen vanished, happiness too
You don't need water to feel like you are drowning
I sink further each time I look at you.
I love that quote. You don't need water tobto feel like you're drowning.
Dewipramesti Jun 6
Should I have to be Luffy so I could have a big journey in my life that never comes to an end?
Should I ask Alice so I could live in wonderland?

The truth is,
Im not Harry Potter who have a magicial power.
Im not Gru either who have a hundred of minions that always love and support him, well maybe not in Despicable Me 3.


What I want to say is,
We’re not living in a movie so we could skip all the bad things in our life head to the best one.
We couldn’t even possible to fix the reject part into a better one by repeat that part all over again until we had that we wanted.


Live your life like no one else had before.
You are the main star of your own movie it self.
Never hope the best but always do best.

Like Edward snowden said :
“I think the greatest freedom that I’ve gaind, is the fact that I’ve no longer have to worry about what happens tomorrow, because im happy with what I’ve done today”
Jack P Apr 5
more than a few shattered bulbs
for the muse with the bloodied face
and broken nose.

at the end of the rope
i am merry, masochistically, asking him
"spare an original thought?"

and he can
but as soon as he agrees to let me use it
it evaporates

so i go back to punching holes through the drawing board.
why am i so middling at this oh my GOOOODDDDD hope you're all well
LinaM Mar 27
Their stares, so cold
I hide my self
they don't notice my forgetfulness
I can't stand small spaces
but this is even worse
Empty, cold, and large
My heart on my sleeve
I reach out
Struggling to fill the space
Trying to speak back
I know they're talking to me
But I can never speak back
Why can't I ever fill this space
With the proper furniture of words
I tend to space out alot and its becoming a problem so I tryed to sum my feeling up in this poem.
How long have you been struggling,
with the thoughts and theorems caged inside?
How obtuse the sudden angles
knifing us one stab at a time.
When the equation hangs unbalanced,
we look to correct the path behind
When the choice is always present,
to multiply or to divide.
AS- Mar 6
The path to happiness is a lonely journey,

a constant struggle,

a battle with himself,

every single minute of the day,

he fights his thoughts,

he goes to war with his desires,

he strives and toiles,

constantly beating down his own soul,

until one day he achieves control over himself,

such discipline that the devil whispers and the man laughs in his face,

you cannot touch me now!

you are weak and I am strong!

I have overcome myself so I can overcome you!

I have overcome the strongest of desires!

Of food and drink and sex,

so who are you?

Pitiful devil.

No control can you obtain over me now.
Never give up
I did not know what actions had taken place
I went home with a smile on my face
I laid in bed that night with a little voice in my head
Scared with the taunting question, “was I raped?”

I buried the voice with self-deprecating humor
It’s a running joke that he just used the tip.
I take part while people poke fun at how I “lost” my virginity
But through all the laughter,
I still hear her
And I felt empty.

We went out a week later.
On my birthday.
He wanted to have sex again, but I was on my period.
My saving grace.
He seemed offended and threw his hands off me
“That’s something the girl usually tells the guy”
After persuading me to blow him he said we didn’t always have to do sex stuff.
After this, she screamed
And I felt empty.
My ship it lies motionless,
nestled in the dunes.
I'm very far away from home,
and I can't find the moon.

I creak and wobble left and right
as I sail among the sand.
Windy gusts will raise the grains
yet carry me throughout this land.

The little boat then takes a turn,
toward a watery reprise.
Struggling the yellow stone,
The boat finds only lies.

As I sail into the night,
my ship it lies motionless,
nestled in the dunes
julianna Feb 26
I am bothered when others are
confident and proud
because their mouths speak way too loud
they have a good relationship with their brain
while I am struggling to be sane
do you think you could quiet down?
everything is so out-loud!
You speak so much
that you don't hear
the constant ringing in my ears.
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