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Shivani Lalan Dec 2014
Begin anew.
Start afresh.
I want to go
to a place
where there is nought
but my heart
splayed out like
waves over the rocky beach.

My emotions will flow as
the waves caress,
gently,
each grain of sand,
every grain of sand
in the teeming lifelessness
of the sea
that cannot be
fathomed.

The tides ebb
and the tides
flow;
but the water moves not.
It is still and will be,
for change does not
skim the beach.

Begin anew?
Start afresh?

You try it first.

The waves will,
for once,
wait
and
watch.
Brittany Dec 2014
I don't care for being remembered
I don't care if no one comes to my funeral
Or if no one comes to see me when I'm older

I just want to be the girl that you remember
Twenty years from now
I want to be the girl that you wish you had kept
I want you to not even be able to say my name

I know I'm not going to forget you
It's near impossible
Your name is forever carved
Into my brain

Don't worry
I'm not going to tell my children
Or my grandchildren
About how much I cared about you
Or how much I wish I would've stayed with you

I'm going to tell them to never go near
A man like you
I'm going to make sure that they understand
That you might be the worst thing that has ever happened to me

You hurt me in ways
That I don't even know how to explain
And I'll make **** sure
That I'll never let that happen to anyone
That I truly care about
About a boy that I fell head over heels for my freshman year of high school. I wish that I could go back in time and tell myself that he isn't worth it, but it's too late for that now.
alasia Dec 2014
Burnt out kinda beautiful
Shy and sickeningly sweet
Eyes downcast in fear
An enticing little treat
I like to take them scared
And show them to be alive
So I can take it all away
I live to make them cry
I want to cut them up inside
With a twist of my worded knife
Make them beg for the air they breath
I want every inch of their life
It's just the way I love them
How I feel good with time
Make them realize they need me
And when they leave me I die
Nobody deserves my love
For it's an acquired taste
But I fell for everyone of them
Especially her burnt out beauty of a face
Masochism at its finest
Jace Kassem Dec 2014
It was dark against a blanket
Of skin as white as snow
And I've hidden it in a way
So that no one, it, saw

But whenever I got naked
I look at it with fear
With despise and with helplessness
For I can't make it disappear

It had been there
For as long as I recall
But I never had enough courage
To break down that wall

I was never enough able
To show them that mark
'Cause I've seen people who did
And to their fire, it gave the spark

But to a selected few
This deformity, I've shown
Some would show me theirs too
And I'd say I'd never known

What if I wasn't born
With this godforsaken thing?
What if it's a scar that's due
To a young me's suffering?

So my despise melts
And in comes my sorrow
For because of this birthmark
I might not live to see tomorrow
This is not a naive poem about a birthmark. It's something way more serious.
Arch Dec 2014
Please stay unseen
End up my suffer and pointless dreams
End up false hopes and wishes that wont come true
End up the sadness that I feel because of you

Please stay unseen
Because when I see you feels like a dream
I feel like my soul is addicted to yours
And when I wake up nightmare of life returns
Never ending story with a happy end

Please stay unseen....
kaylene- mary Dec 2014
I am an experiment
A mere testament of beauty
A simple little lab rat
Your safety at the expense of my pain
Just for your self-esteem gain
You have taken my freedom
And I have been beaten
But nothing can compare to the burning of my skin
And my torment within
I've been shredded of self-worth
Shredded of fur
All for our beloved Monsieur
I've been ravished in chemicals
Suffered through medicals
And it’s all been for you
Painted in methylene blue
So by now I surely hope that you like what you see
Even after all they've done to me
I hope my pain and suffering will suffice
And even after all this sacrifice
I hope you feel beautiful
While I feel pharmaceutical
they say this sage will help her come out.
the red smoke will bring her presence.
she dances in the woods ,
and you can only catch a glimpse of her.
her blonde hair flows like a river over rocks,
skin pale as the moon,
she moves so swiftly that she could be right behind you and youd have no idea.
you hear her voice singing her song.
"at break of dawn when theres barely any sun,
come to me my sad one. there was a little toolshed where he made us suffer. he sees everything, and were his forever. my body is the art of Lucifer.  so come to me my sad one. "
she repeats the song about 3 times but on the third you hear someone with her.
when the sage clears up its like nothing happened.
Sobia Azam Dec 2014
I do not know how to tell you this
But I think it is time
That I should move on
And so should you

I'm sorry to put you through this
You have suffered a lot
All because of me

Now I am ending this
Trust me it is for the best
Truth is that
You just don't do it for me anymore

I know you must be thinking
That it is me who destroyed you
And made you irreparable
But this had to happen one day

I apologize for everything
For chewing your bristles and
Ruining your tongue cleaner
Goodbye my toothbrush number 197

Yours truly..
Tyler McCarthy Nov 2014
What thoughts I have of you tonight, hidden friend, for I skipped through the grey with a head full of brightness that managed to seep on through.
In one of my short wanders, I passed by dreaming of a future with you filling up the void.
What rules to break, what numerous revelations to be sought after,
the safety net has a tear the size of a watermelon.

I saw you, my little trapeze *******, doing a balancing act fit for the judges. Who are you trying to impress, who else would you dance for?
Are you the wolf at my door?
I wandered between those strings, pressed back from fear of spiders.
We couldn’t there’s too much guilt, a dead swan on the lake,
Never is there room for another prodigal’s son.

Where are we going with all this, is there a light you're following that I don’t see? You’re being called elsewhere, I understand,
but if i never see you again let me feel the lack.
Meanwhile we will tame the tigers with whips and chairs, we will shout into microphones from across the room. Crowds before us, all hungry for a show, to see the performance of our lives. Ah Pandora, you may leave your box closed for now as I fear this ballerina has caught a bad case of stage fright, along with the tigers.
a response to *A Supermarket in California*  by Allen Ginsberg
Ink Nov 2014
***** fate
Deny hate
Learn to adore
Don't fear what's beyond the shore
Don't cry during the night
Do it in broad daylight
So that someone will see
How much you are suffering
It's okay to hurt
Because your feelings come first
Learn to accept care
Remember to love your own share
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