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Dr Strange Mar 2016
Hear me,
Hear me speak in my native tongue
This poetic justice
From the artist that never belong
From the... sad child who just smiled on the outside
But on the inside was dying from starvation
I'm hungry...
It feels like I haven't eaten anything for an eternity
When actuality the food has just been running right through me
It's sad that not even food see me
It just falls into barring wasteland deep within the blood sea  
Which are just my tears that never seem to stop falling from the... hell skies that absorb me
Free me...
Free me from the burning shackles that laugh at me
I feel as if I'm going crazy
The sun is cold to thee
I'm freezing
I can't breathe
The shadows are suffocating me
Draining me of my very life force
I'm crying...
In a dark corner...
Burning alive...
In the center of a world that doesn't want me
Laura Palmer Mar 2016
thank you for making me free
thank you for making me feel unwanted
thank you for not making any promises to me

why is it so easy for me to let go?

is it because i am not used to be on your side always, always,
that i am not attached to you
that i don't depend on you

but honestly, i have loved you like the stars too fondly

i loved you that it made me wait for you
that i thought you were worth waiting for

i hope you're happy
i hope you reach your dreams
and i hope you'll never give up on your dreams
and that, just keep sleeping.
Leila Valencia Mar 2016
Morning dusk weakens me
Holds me
The grandfather clock ticks
The stained cabinets sit idly
The sprinkles of dust laying
Reminding me of last night

A wish kept beneath the stairs
Was there
Granite and stone freeze
My feet walk upon a frozen wish
Locked, quietly breathing
Carrying me to where I am now
When my mind wanders. It wanders for weeks, until I stop.
Steph Dionisio Mar 2016
You said that she's beautiful like a garden.
Filled with glowing beauty;
drenched in the warmth of sunshine.
But little did you know,
this beautiful garden has grown wildflowers.
They are in every corner, even on the path.
And the time you noticed these unwanted flowers,
you stepped on every blossom and left the garden.

*-Steph Dionisio, March 9, 2016
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Just leave me to live in this garbage
Because I've already been discarded
Like Oscar in his can
I'll be a grouch, a *****, for look at where I stand
Society has counted me unworthy
Has proclaimed I'm gritty, and I'm *****
So I'll climb to the top of this pile of trash
I'll scream out the truth, let them all thrash
For only those in the dark can see the true light
Only the broken know the true wrong from the right
In the midest of the fight is where we grow strong
So we can pull others like us along
For those not ruled by this worlds cash
Will ever be harmed by the stock markets crash
I know the worth of my fellow human
And when the world, by greed lies in ruins
We will climb out of the darkness where you've chased us
And in societies face, truth we will ******
For the darkness of man we know all to well
"For the meek will inherit the world" and love and light will prevail
E Townsend Feb 2016
I have so much love to give but no one wants it.
Jellyfish Feb 2016
Angry tears are falling
when you ask me why
they worsen, and now
angry words are spoken.

Stop trying to control me
since when was I banned
from showing my emotions
even in private I can't recall.

But you of all people should know
that locking me away from the world
will not strengthen our bond,
it will worsen unwanted hatred.
Maple Mathers Feb 2016

Far away
I’ll go to hide
The proof may be rampant
But the evidence, lies

I’ll leave no hint
Say no goodbyes
To search for my body
Would not be wise

The grotesque state
I may be in
Would do no justice
For your skin

I’ll disappear
In reference to
This ****** up state
Comprised by you

So only you
Will realize this
Is a demise
You will not miss

And when I’m gone
You’ll grow to know
I went unnoticed
Head to toe.

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)


"IF THE PAPER WASN’T LIMITED I WOULD HAVE WRITTEN YOU UNTIL MY HANDS BLED."
- M. C. B.
Angel Feb 2016
I need help,
anyone that can take me away from myself.
Someone to say that I'll be okay,
that it'll all go away someday,
and that I'll see the old me again.
AndSoOn Feb 2016
I feel trapped
In a mind unable to decide
In a body not capable of saying no
In a torrent of unreachable thoughts

I am trapped
In a unwanted life and situation
In a perfect relationship
With a man I admire

It's a trap
Because it went too fast
Because I feel it wasn't a choice
Because I don't know !

And I feel lost
In a world too big and too small
In a place where I meet him everyday
In a room that is supposed to be home
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