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Mane Omsy Jan 2018
What does the future hold for me?
Sometimes I believed it will be fine
Writing made me spit the viruses
That burned me half my life, hatred
On everything I found bitter around

Killed my realness as a growing person
Now, enjoyment still hurts inside
Watching birds fly beside me
And never landing on my hands
Should I trap and catch one, to love?
Obvious, I said I never felt cooler

Complaining issues seemed whining
Naked truths will find their way up
Through the fogged lies and covers
Tony Oquendo Oct 2014
Don't savor the pain yet reject the hand that tries to help you though I cannot possibly understand what you have been through.  But I see you, I see your pain.  I may not have lived your past but it didn't last and yet we can if you do not push me away so fast.  I just want to listen when you want to talk, hold you when you can't and tell you how the stars got their names.
Gage B Jan 2018
Hey, You
                                    absolutely gorgeous thing
Don't you know
                                    every guy is gonna want you?
                    
                    That's what I think is gonna happen.

You're always right
                                      I don't know everything about you.
But sometimes I think that
                                      You might not know a lot about me
        
                     Either.

Hey, You
                                     absolutely troubled thing
Everything is gonna be just fine
                                                                Right?

Hey, You
                                      Please answer me
You're gonna be okay. It's not the end.
                                                                        Right?

Hey, You... You're not gonna forget me?
                                       Even after all of the small things we did?
I know that they don't mean much to you, but
                                       it did to me

Sorry you didn't see it the same way. But, it was still nice.

Hey... You know that I'll always be there for You

                        for You
                                                                   for You

                                             For You
You will never stop loving something, even when time has brought it to an end. My love for you, Kit, is everlasting and unconditional. Never forget that.
Triscuit Dec 2017
I watch these fleeting scenes flit behind my eyes.
Moments where I've captured you.
The silence is unbearable.
I can't undo hurt.
Taking blame is losing my pride.
I'd give it all.
I've thrown it all away.
You lie there, in a troubled slumber.
I brace for the next slide.
Trauma on replay.
Please don't leave.
It's only over once.
Dirty Word Dec 2017
There is a person
   Who has feelings
      Who is troubled
         Who does not deserve to die

               There is a person
                  Who makes me sad
                      Who makes me mad
                          Who does not deserve to die



There is a person
Who I want to hurt
Who I want to put in the dirt
Who deserves to die

He reminds me of myself
He can never be me
The first two were a lie
Genesis Jamphong Oct 2017
Clicking fingers typing away feelings
Sad-mad clad with smiles publicly exposed
"Imma look happy" your pic says in post,
Yet in another, as though leaves falling.
Feed filled with furious, angry words that mock.
Subtly seeking gentle tap on the back
Or bent down of head for a slight mild whack
Fast-paced tapping, eyes on screen round the clock.
Go away then from that white bird and "f."
Strike a match. Turn to ashes that pink cam.
Unglance from the ghost feat dog-faced pictures.
Enjoy, run around, show off that quiff.
Strive, be on top of things, as though a ram.
The world ain't just ones and zeros but pastures.
Dark Aug 2017
Laugh an the world laughs with you
Weep and you weep alone
For the sea old earth must borrow its mirth
But has trouble of its own
Sing and the hills will answer
Sigh , it is lost in the air
The echoes bound to a joyful sound
But shrink from voicing care .


Rejoice and men will seek you
Grieve and they trun and go
They want all measure of all your pleasure
But they do not need your woe.


Be gald and your friends are many
Be sad and you lose them all
There are none to decline your nectured wine
But alone you must drink life's gale .
everly May 2017
the girl who always sat
in the back of the bus
was troubled.
i saw her everyday at
6:41 am.
when she'd come,
it didn't look like she had much but
I would see her with a
different style every time.
She'd walk over to the stop
holding something in
her jean jacket pocket.
she'd switch it around all
four pockets of her jacket.
She'd look around for a little while
check the time here and there.
She would ask the operator for a ride
every day.
i looked at her at times,
not in a bad way
which i guess made her uncomfortable
and i know this because
I'd see her write in her book a lot.
Forehead creased.
wild woman hair covering
her heart shaped face.
Leg up on the seat in front of her
trying to get a good angle
of her book.
Pen scribbling sentences that
didn't even look like it had
spaces.
i wanted to talk to her.
At least say hi
but i couldn't..
today the
troubled girl
held the item in her pocket
for a little while, then when i turned back
at her,
she had different creases on her face.
her gracious face
yet her mind was entangled by the *******
of her troubles.
She looked around the bus,
out of place,
as if she'd
lost something
not lost something
but
needed someone
needed someone's shoulder
to tear up on.
In fact,
she looked as if she lost the shoulder she used to cry on..
i really hope not.
i wanted to walk over.
But the muscles in my legs stopped working
my arms stopped working.
I looked away instead.
and she saw this
When i glanced to the
back once more,
she was gone.
Both of our hearts
stopped
working.
kyle Shirley Jul 2017
Heavy burdens on my mind
Are is like holding up the ocean floor,
I'm fragile like glass.
Not only am I cracking at the seems,
but I'm starting to leak...
Every person I push away
is one less to seal the tears,
the patches are never a good enough job.
Soon I'll be broken and everything will be layed out for all to see.
I can't contain the pressure
of this cold,
dark,
lonlieness any longer...
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