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Alyssa Lynn Apr 2017
What is this inside of me?
Twisting and Turning in my chest,
Invisible bile rising in my throat.
This darkness,
Thrashing about in my being
Threatening to burst
And infect every cell.

This unrest is going to be the end of me.
No peace,
No rest,
Blood rushing through my veins
My body urging me, DO SOMETHING.
But my mind unaware of a solution.

I am in turmoil, agony,
Waiting for it to end.
This storm rages inside of me.

And all I can do is pray
That the darkness will not win.
From a particularly unsettling kind of day.
Heavy Hearted Apr 2017
When I sleep dreams please take head
I’m not accustomed to this speed
spliced with music art and ****
this rhyme a warning and a plead:
Many men look back at me
their eyes memorize silently
I trade in who I used to be
degenerating empathy.
Friends no more are there as well
waving constantly farewell
who they are now I can’t tell
heavy water stains still dwell.
Though no longer what you were
your name a prayer spoken unsure
Instills the fact there is no cure
clear direction- violent blur;
I am a man and I’m a boy
both utensil and a toy
immoral morals, high decoy
let flirt with death, young cold and coy..
So please I beg you, dreams of pain
let sleep consume me, peace sustain
let night air fill my broken brain
through the wind myself retrain
        Let me wade in water deep,
    let my faith forwardly leap
worry sow and disdaine reap

Troubled Poppies for Endless Sleep.
elizabeth Apr 2017
My anger is a deep burgundy;
My joy is a bright yellow.
My loneliness is a thunderstorm-grey;
My sadness is a turmoil of oceanic hues.
My hope is of lilac iridescence;
My despair is the darkest blue.
My love is a sweet pastel rainbow.
But my happiness and bliss?
It's the color of you.
April 19, 2017.
Nick Moser Feb 2017
What happens when you’re drowning,
And everyone is telling you to get out,
But you just still want to drown?

Maybe it’s just always been my fascination with things that take my breath away,
That makes me feel alright with being submerged all the time.

But if gasping for air and drowning beneath these waves mean the chance to have even just one second of fresh air with you,

I wouldn’t mind drowning forever.
Breathless
eleanor prince Dec 2016
what do you do

when shrapnel of mind
let loose on rabid breath
tears at flesh
within

bullets round and smooth
wreak havoc
on pillars of norm
challenged

niceness blown apart
in stark light
harsh persistent truth
revealed

cloaks hastily drawn
screened vagaries of
loose imaginings
stripped

etched faces bland
devoid of genuine strength
cast aside effigies
of life

once lived interrupted
childhood tales
spent on pyre of fight
delayed

where skies are green
and grass grey
parameters moved
until there is

no sound
constructive responses welcome
Jathan Hall Nov 2016
sadness covered by the facade that everything's okay when it's not;
Death in the back of my mind;
As I slowly **** time and unwind;
I guess I start to feel fine;
I go back in this same sad state;
Now I'm irate;
Angry at the world and myself;
I just load the gun and wanna shoot myself;
Get rid of all this pain and suffering;
Start a new life and be happy;
The real question is after all this;
Do you wanna be happy?
Lakin Oct 2016
Famous hands
victim to this lonesome
canvas,
abandoned in the candlelit
hours of dreary nights
spent shackled to misery,
turmoil, and a glass- no, a
bottle-
of the nearest liquor.
Grieving in the pit
of bottomless words,
their bodies destroyed by the
chaos of nothing.

My mundane shadow
lives in the light of their
inventive sacrifice--
I bleed overused metaphors,
and plagiarize their pain.
conflicted on how I feel about this one.
Karen Hamilton Oct 2016
As I walk the tightrope
On the edge of sanity
I silently scream
Making my pleas

Shall I topple either way
Lose my footing in a daze
Which side will I land?
If I land at all

Where'll I fall?
Fooling you
Fooling me
Inside my mind I make my plea

Please help me understand
Understand what I don't know
I make my way on tippy-toes
Whilst living life on a throe

Throw away, throw my mind
I need to leave my past behind
Behind me is another door
The door I think I'm striving for

I need to I turn, I need to go
For you, for me, for who, who knows?
Follow me, keep me safe
Trying not to contemplate

I'm scared, I'm lost, I've lost my mind
I'm wondering who is behind
Behind it all or is it fate?
Because of all the mess I've made
A turmoil of emotions spat out onto a page, this is at the very least an overdue release.

Syllable count is off key all over,  I may re-work in time or I may not but for now I'm just happy it's out.  © Karen L Hamilton
Treading water, arms on fire
The situation now seems dire
No land in any direction
No boat bringing swift salvation

Treading water, you start to sink
This is it, your at the brink
Struggle for everything you can get
Up until your maker you've met

Drowning now you can thrash no more
Arms and legs have become sore
Gasp for air but water fills
And in your lungs water kills

Darkness takes a hold of all
Deeper in the depths you fall
Quiet now it all will end
Away from here your soul you'll send

A light outside your eyes you see
Is someone out there saving me
Hands on my chest, lips on mine
My soul returns across the line

Eyes open now I'm on dry land
Upon my own two feet I stand
I've never felt so alive
Since I took my fateful dive
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