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Every day is a new challenge
Every corner a bridge to burn
Yet I still stay hoping
That one day I'll be heard
That I wont be held down
To be made felt guilty

I struggle.
And every minute that passes by
I struggle
Digging my self deeper
Hand bleeding on this shovel
And I can no longer climb out of
What I have made myself out of
Who I surround myself with
None of it feels like my choice anymore
It all feels like a struggle
Eating and clawing away
Until what I have left of who I am
Is gone.
I can't do it anymore
AnnaMarie Jenema May 2015
Shards of memories,
Fragments of myself.
Were I to lose these, could I ever by myself?
Each memory, each object in my life, each person I have encountered.
They have their story; a special place in my heart.
I could never bare parting with them, emptiness would envelope my mind.
If one day I awoke,
mind blank, and naive of myself,
the me now wouldn't be able  to even imagine;
life without my talents, these precious memories, the close relationships with my friends and family. If I lost these cherished moments that make life worth living, I would cease to exist.
If my reasons for happiness, sadness, shyness, and kindness disappeared; I would leave with them.

*If I ever lose my memories, I'd lose myself
maxine May 2015
During life you go through many obstacles.
Some of which are where you need to choose between two things.
Left or right?
They call this a crossroads.
You see some people say listen to your heart and it will guide you the right way.
But will it?
Your heart is as cloudy as your mind and if your mind can't choose what makes you think your heart can?
There are so many rights and so many wrongs.
But you won't know if it's wrong until you go down that road and see what's to offer down there.
If all fails put the gear in reverse and go down the other road, if it's not to late that is.
pin Apr 2015
194
Tar clothes the chlorine pathway
Institution of prayer on my left hand side, skims it's invisible reach
Animals only get this lonely
I run in unison to the dark dog behind this forever fence, on my right hand side, feels the distance and the wind
Saying your thoughts control the vibes
Peace appears to be ether, huffing hollows out the missing parts
Desiree Jackson Apr 2015
Life can be rough and sad.
But it can also be happy and moving for people.
To and well there can be a long period of time and it can be a short period of time.
Mine has been a 7 year period and I'm glad that it is all over and done.
With and all that what I'm talking about is 10 years ago.
My mom met this guy and for the last 7 years he treated us like crap.
He would not let us do any thing and he was always mad and grouchy.
So 7 months ago my mom left him took my brothers and just left and I was really happy so yeah!!!!!!!
Its been a good time now that I have Tim back again
alisi olelagi Apr 2015
My head is going to explode,
too many things to do.
And technology has vip access to each event.
What happens when it crashes?
Does you life crash along with it?
My laptop just crashed and im soooo ****** right now.
Miranda Apr 2015
Sunshine after the storm?
All I've seen is rain.
Things get better?
Too late, I'm already going insane.
I'll find happiness?
Apparently not soon enough.
Life has its bumps?
More like life is rough.
I'm beautiful the way I am?
Please, I see right through your bluff.
I'm being ridiculous?
Really, because I feel like I'm dying.
I'll be okay?
You only say that because you never witness me crying.
I'm perfect?
Have you even looked at me.
I have a distorted view?
Well what I see is what I see.
I need to eat?
No, I don't.
You'll make me?
No, you won't.
What's wrong with me?
I wish I knew.
I'm going to die?
Well, just know I love you.
You'll get me help?
I can't be fixed.
Stop being negative?
Sorry, my feelings are mixed.
I have such a bright future?
How can I when I'm broken.
You love me?
My love I've already spoken.
My friends love me?
I have no friends.
I have tons of friends?
Are you kidding me, I have one.
People will miss me?
Just stop, I'm done.
Àŧùl Apr 2015
These are testing times dear,
You test & weigh my love here,
I've positioned myself near,
Yes I stood closer to you there,
In my dream-world sans any fear,
Like all exams, I'll sincerely prepare.

Waiting for you I am since eternity,
'Course I've been reborn,
My someone you are,
You have been guided by me,
Now you have found your aim,
I am not worried any longer.
Has started working hard for her future and I am proud that I could have some positive influence on her life.

Fingers crossed for the shiny results of both our respective hardworking times spent.

My HP Poem #837
©Atul Kaushal
Nithya Venkat Apr 2015
Sometimes..
You may feel this way
Times are bad
Life is no good
It hurts a lot
I do not understand
Why it should
The pain is deep
It does not go away
Throbbing on and on
Feels like it is here
Forever to stay
Remember this
Bad times like dark clouds
Can never stay
The wind
Will always
Blow them  away
Bad times like dark clouds
Can never stay
The wind
Will always
Blow them away
Sally A Bayan Jan 2014
(A Stir of Fear)

A deep sigh seemed to have done some good.
Looking at her, anticipating, expecting...
Waiting for friends to arrive
In a place unknown to us both....
So lovely in her silence,
While going through a moment of anxiety.
It creates within me, a STIR OF FEAR...
Must I leave her? I must teach her, to be on her own,
Now...now? But how? Oh, how it breaks me...
There she stands, tall, in her black shirt,
Walking shorts, rubber shoes, backpack and
Electric guitar hanging on her shoulders...
Her hair, gathered in a bun at the back....
So naive, simply, effortlessly beautiful.
How do you let go of your eldest,
First granddaughter...soon to be sixteen,
When you are fully aware of the perils
That surround the outside world,
Even in broad daylight?
Aware of her innocence, her beauty, and
Most importantly,
The elements that could jeopardize her safety .....
Do I wait for her?
Do I watch her while with her friends?
Let her know, I mistrust everyone around her?
Almost told her I would wait for her outside...
It wasn't mine, it was against everyone's,
But it was her choice that I had to respect.
So, I left her there in her friend's house...
Dark street, dark alley, dark-colored gate,
Dark house, dark garden lights, everything
Was dark to my eyesight that very moment...

There was no peaceful moment, while at home.
The rocking chair at the veranda was a refuge...
My ever-faithful friend, kept me company...
There, I rocked myself, slowly, endlessly,
With the hope of my fears disappearing...
Thinking of what somebody once told me:
"There is nothing to fear, but fear itself..."

It had been a long day, a long night as well...
My bed time...but first, I gratified myself....
Took a glimpse inside the kids' room,
Where my eldest granddaughter,
Too tired to go straight to
Their house next door,
Was sound asleep,
Comfortable and warm
Safe from harm,
Here in my house.

And yet....
There are questions still running in my mind:
She has her parents, why do I worry so much?
How much longer can I protect her?
How much longer must I shelter her?
How do I deal with my next equally lovely
Granddaughter, also long-haired, tall,
Also with her own guitar and backpack,
When it is her time to go to a friend's house?
Will I still be around when it is time for the
Three younger girls to visit their friends, too?
Oh, God!  
The ordeal of first times never ends.

(For Ashleigh)


Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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