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Yanna Jul 2015
I don't believe in much due to many of my misfortunes
Monogamy, faith, soul mates, forever
Yet I always pray for him, for true happiness & love
But there's a part of me deep within my soul that is completely terrified
That he will find that true happiness and love, w someone other than me
And I will have to watch him fall madly in love w someone else
more pathetic ranting
Drifting Down Jul 2015
I'm terrified to see him once more,
He was the trigger to anxiety,
He was the break of all trust,
He was the death to my soul,
I'm terrified to see him once more.
Was I kept up last night by my thoughts
Did I pass out at 3am too tired to even live the nightmares in my head.
On anyother occasion idve been plagued by them, left defenceless and helpless
Id rather lie here awake and be a mess tomorrow than to awaken drenched in sweat unable to breathe a mess tomorrow either way.

No matter how much I tried I couldnt get you out of my head,
That image along with...
In any instance that cold lifeless body of yours becomes a reality
Id gladly lie beside you and take my own to be by your side

Love is,
Living eternally by your side
Dying by your side


All but that the images haunt me,
******* me to my core until im trembling and quivering my lip
Until I can identify as broken as I fall to my knees
It becomes too much for me and I find myself breaking down in tears
Oh how pathetic
Dealing is never a word I would use,
Yet how do you deal with the demon itself in your dreams?
Nightmares on top of nightmares
I no longer wish to sleep
Keeping myself awake as long as possible and then passing out late
She's terrified with the thought of suffering
*torment of regret
Right when I need you most...
You're not there...
In front of me you lay asleep and there is no way im waking you...
I'll cry as quietly as I can...
I don't wish to disturb you...
Sorry...
Im weak...
MysteryBear Jun 2015
Someone told me that no one actually loves each other in high school. Then
                        What
                                  Is
                                     This
                                            Between us?
I love you so much and if fate is real then I hope we get married someday, but I know how terrified you are of the possibility of divorce. Trust me, I won't let that happen
Phil Lindsey Jun 2015
Stranger things have happened
Than what you’re about to hear
So I swear that this is all the truth
And it happened close by here
A young girl lost her way one night
She was working midnight shift
When a stranger saw her wandering
And he offered her a lift.
She was trusting and she climbed right in
To the black sedan he drove.
He asked where she was headed
She replied, “To Shelter Grove.”
The driver said, “I’ll take you there.
Just tell me where to go.”
She said, “Around the corner, there’s a hidden drive,
You’ll want to take it slow.
There’s a gate, but it will open, and
A clearing just ahead.
There’s a gravestone with your name on it.
I’m afraid, Sir, you are dead.”

The driver turned and stared at her
She stared back with evil grin
He was terrified but didn’t know
The danger he was in.
He reached out to grab her slender arm
But he closed his fist on air
Somehow she had vanished
She simply wasn’t there.
Now his heart was pounding loudly
He could hardly drive the car,
He used his phone to call his wife who said,
“We’re all wondering where you are!
You see your brother called an hour ago
Your father passed today
They said that he was sleeping when
The angels carried him away.
Your family signed the papers, and
He’s at the funeral home
I never heard of it before,
Some place called Shelter Grove.”

That night I had an awful dream
The wandering girl’s to blame,
She said, “I was sent to take your father,
But I mixed up the name.”  
Phil Lindsey  6/5/15
Why do we envision the Grim Reaper to be a man?
TSK May 2015
I gave up pessimism,
abandoned optimism,
and embraced realism;
I thought I would know reality
but now all I know is fear.
Kyra Wilder May 2015
I...I love him... He doesn't love me. I am a pawn, in this chess game of love and  he is the player, he decides my fate,  he chooses what I do. He can make me skip school, have *** with him, and if he leaves me and never talks to me...I wouldn't want to take a shower because i would be afraid his scent would wash away from me, I'd stay up all night thinking and remembering the way he would breath, how he would laugh and his smile. I would crave his touch and I wouldn't go to school. He controls me. And I don't know if I want to be controlled. I'm so terrified that tomorrow he will choose that he no longer needs me and I'm terrified he will leave me.
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