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Eye contact is not an option
I can’t hold a conversation
It’s basically impossible
Fitting in is not my forte
I can’t even explain
What it feels like
To NOT be able to talk
Even when you really want to
Even after hours of mental preparation
Nothing comes out
Not even a squeak
Social anxiety kinda *****
Sorry, my poetry has gotten extremely sloppy. And I’ve been facing MAJOR writers block. Any suggestions on how to get over this??
Spooky Babe Jul 2019
I blame myself for not being enough
Within my voids, you found her to fill
And now she owns half of your heart
To know the truth, ******* kills

Does she love you better than I do?
Does she make you feel brand new?
Does she make you feel electric?
Or give you a feeling you don’t wanna lose?

When you tell her “I love you”
And when she tells you it back
Is that what you’ve been missing?
Has she been picking up my slack?

Every day without me
Is another day with her
Maybe not psychically
But enough for you to lure

My mind is my worst enemy
It constantly mocks me of the pain
And where I went wrong along the way
It drives me ******* insane

I can’t ever forgive myself
For not loving you properly
I ruin the all the things I love
So why does this come as a shock to me?
When did we get here? I wanna do back
July 7th, 2019
3:41pm
Orion Lesneski May 2019
You came at me,
I said “Do it I ******* dare you, you *******.¨

You said something that didn’t make sense,
Everything that comes out of your mouth doesn’t make sense.

You try to be intimidating and fight me,
But you forget I’m stronger and have more strategy.

I’ve survived more things than you,
You haven’t even lived life yet.

I was addicted to Acid,
Do you even know how it feels to have something control you?

Have you ever felt like you could leave this world,
And leave all your problems here?

But always come back,
And have to deal with the same ****?

Acid became a part of me,
And I loved it!

But I changed my life around,
And now I’m bigger and stronger than I ever was.

So tell me,
Do you really want to test my patience?

I’ll knock you on your ***,
Just to show you I’m not playing around.

So do it,
I dare you.

Come at me and find out what will happen,
But you can’t blame me for what will happen to you.

Because you asked for it,
It’s your fault that your on your ***.
Kimmy May 2019
No more crying
No more pain
my life with tears like rain
I'm saying goodbye,
standing on my chair without fear,
With a broken heart and six bottles of beer,
drinking and thinking
about my darling dear,
i knot and tie,
I'm Ready to die,
time to jump off with all my might,
i hope it don't break even if i fight,
rope around my neck,
i double check,
hear I come
smiling with death and my last breath,
I'm your romeo and you where my juliet,
my life I can no longer fake
letting you die alone was my
biggest mistake.
Ed C Apr 2019
Mondays are a drain
they are dementors
they feel like an anvil
they taste like recovery
and exhaustion
like your neck isnt strong enough
and your brain is rebooting
i am constantly troubleshooting at life
looking for a solution
to make getting out of bed easier
Anyone else tired?
Veronica Emilia Apr 2019
the ghost in me
hides in you too
we pass the days holed up in our spaces, looking at the familiar faces
on screens they act, they type,
they talk through speakers
loud enough to drown the thoughts
we have to hear in darkness when
everything isn’t
so clear, the sky they say will be
soon I hope I can get over this

the piles lay
untouched in the laundry and the sink and every single time
I blink away the motivation like it will get done
tomorrow is another day but why not
why not today?
time is always ticking
faster I see the days go by
without accomplishing anything of any
significance, can’t you see the significance in the way you’re wasting away from here and into
the void that is tomorrow, it’s next week, it’s next month,
it’s not important
keep telling yourself
I need to be better
When is better?
sankavi Apr 2019
im here
thinking endlessly about you
thinking about our conversations
your smile
how it brightens up a room

youre there
thinking about something else
not me

im here
please notice me

i hate how i care more than you do
Lilli Sutton Apr 2019
These last two days have been a stasis
snow bleeding white from the sky
or the wind in the curtains –
we had to shut off the heat
and it’s only getting colder.

I like my voice best
when I have something to say –
isn’t that always?

Today everything above was blue
and bright – I had to squint
to see the road.
I tried to ride my bike
but the puddles
kept me from getting very far.

Lately I am so full of feelings
and movement becomes
the only way to escape –
soon I’ll have to admit
that I’m not getting anywhere.

February drags its feet
I was hoping for March
but now it feels impossible –
I sleep and sleep,
and dream of waking up again.
02.21.19.
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