Dreaming Liza Feb 24

Gasping for air,
Sobbing;
Trying to grab ahold
Of something.

Crying out in pain,
Shaking;
Trying to call out
To anybody.

Screaming at the world,
Trembling;
Trying to make them
Hear me.

Going silent once more,
Hiding;
No once cares enough
To listen.

February 24, 2017.
Raegan Meyer Feb 16

i heard
my brain
crumbling

i felt
my body
trembling

i saw
my reflection
dying

i thought,

"it's a good thing
i'm great at acting
like i'm fine"

the thought
was
comforting

that's when i realized;

it's only a matter of time.

it always is.
Emelie S Sep 2016

The Crash, The Sound, The Ringing

There goes the moment flashing itself by.

There goes your heart (I think I heard it stop beating)

You’re expressions gives you away, the fear is all there.

The horror sits like a rock and your eyes betray you.

But that’s alright, that’s aright

(Take it all, breath in, breath out)

There goes the crashing down

I hear the sound ringing over and over in my head.

The horror, please wash it all away from these trembling fingers

Wash it away, Take it away, Wash it away…

But that’s alright, that’s aright

(Take it all, breath in, breath out)

There is a moment of silence when you think that everything is okay.

But then there goes the crushing sound.

There goes your heart (I think I heard it stop beating)

You’re expressions gives you away, the fear is all there.

The horror sits like a rock and your eyes betray you.

But that’s alright, that’s aright

(Take it all, breath in, breath out)

There goes the crashing down

I hear the sound ringing over and over in my head.

The horror, please wash it all away from these trembling fingers

Wash it away, Take it away, Wash it away…

But that’s alright, that’s aright

(Take it all, breath in, breath out)

The ring is in my head, the thumping sound I hear it from your heart.

The crashing sounds like waves of truth.


Em. S
Copyright © 2016

Copyright © 2016
TheseRoots Aug 2016

I sit there and stare into his dark gaze, unable to move do to the fear that has latched itself onto my legs.
Lips trembling, face bloodied and bruised.
The only words I am able to form are begs.
He looks at me with a face filled with disgust, hard steps towards me.
I form enough courage to sprint towards my only escape, the door.
I thought he loved me,
I thought I meant something,
It's my fault,
I should have given him what he wanted.
All the thoughts run through my head as I slowly stop running, I take a deep breath and slowly walk back. Thoughts already forming an excuse and an apology. He meets me at the door with a smile.
"I knew you'd be back."
The last sounds I hear are police sirens.

`This is a little dark, my lovelies..lo siento

Do you want to build
a broken heart? snowman melts.

IsReaL E Summers Dec 2015

Thankyou.
From the bottom of my heart,
Thank you.
Why you continue to believe in me...
I don't know.
But, because of you;
Watching over me while I dream of a place, so real...
I believe.
I believe, I am Loved.
I believe, I am free.
I believe n' Trust... because You first loved, and trusted me.
Your existence... your very essance...
Inspires me; to live-out-loud.    
Un-ashamed; I AM radiating the astronomical grace given to me;
To us...
On calvary.
                                  With all my heart
                                              & soul,
                                  Isreal E. Summers

O.t. "angels among us"
Swords and Roses Nov 2015

chest lifting with breaths
eyes and brows diagonal
mind clouding over
fists clenched and lightly trembling
blood rising up through the skin

just thought the wind was my blanket ..
and the heat was my protection ..
Since heat feels so good when you're always so cold ..
I guess I needed something to protect me ..
From the thoughts that subside in my unconscious mind ..
The ones that get me in trouble , the words that have no filter when I can't control how I feel ..
I just thought the window was my ticket out and the door was my home ..
Since I can only visualize what it's like to have a world so close in sense but so far away ..
Since the door never unlocks , I have to keep tugging and pulling at something that'll never open
& it's been a long time coming because I finally can breathe , without being breathless and can think without catching migraines , and I can finally touch without breaking everything around me .. Yes , it's been a long time coming since I've felt alive

C E Harrington Jun 2015

Trembling hands
Hands turn to ice
There's ice in bones
Present in my bones
But not in my heart
In my heart I try to find hope
Hope of tomorrow and
Hope for the future
The future without so many crutches
Crutches that I need now
Now is when I wish
I wasn't born into this

Rustine Hamlett Jun 2015

"...There are miracles in the way their eyes linger, wishes in hands that are kept folded to still the trembling.

There is wonder in knowing that, someday, they will never have to let go, ever again.

This is what I fight for, this is what I've waited for, this is what gives me hope for the future.

This is what's meant to be.


...But late at night, when the bed that waits for me is empty, I fold wishes in my hands, and shed tears for what cannot be."

I had a day of multiple journal entries.

Of course, not all of it was worth mentioning, but I reread them recently, and I really liked this bit...
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