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jenna Apr 2018
i am trying to spread my wings
i am trying to heal in a place that isn’t good for healing
i am not healthy
i am not healing
i am sick
i am withering away
and i am trying to fix myself for you
but it is not working
and for that
i am sorry
when i write it is about you.
spiral-whirl Feb 2018
her words are where her heart is,
her eyes focused on ahead,
for the delicate petal has lost its stem,
running to find,
running to search,
however nothing seems to be there,
and the petal withers away.
bleh
M Norris Jun 2017
The darkness, I find it soothing.
The night air, I find it cooling.
Wither away sunlight,
For dark tendrils are creeping.
Wither away, day’s spite,
For cool air is seeping.
Fear not the dark spirits teaming.
Wither away demons,
We are invincible when dreaming.
For we are a legion.
Wither away sunlight.
This was just something quick, whipped it up last night during a writers block on another poem.
Aly Oct 2016
Nil
It placidly withers
like little Dahlias
settled on top of the cold marble
on the second week of November.
Leisurely fading
on the back of my brain
bestowing spaces
for new memories.
Until it becomes a blur
tiny dapples
freckles of different sunlight
augmented on different days
months
years.
Until almost immemorial.
Almost.
But then, he also withers
and so do I
and so does what we have.
Until one day,
it was nothing
but ashes
of the old fire.
Hannah Reber Oct 2016
That ghost,
That ghost which stares,
That ghost which stares into my soul...
Where will it end up,
Where will it go.
In the dark
In the dark he goes
In the dark he slithers away.
Never to found in the light of day.
Living in the panic,
Smiling at few,
Withering away,
To be loved only by the moon.
I don't know where
I don't know how
I don't know when
I don't know who,
All I know is that ghost
That single ghost
Lurks in the reflection
Lurks in the eyes of you...
Lurks in the eyes of me...
Pardeep Nov 2015
withering away behind my skin
as they mold me to their standards.
silas Sep 2015
"tiaras and teacups"
reminds me of the innocence we all held at one point

"broken hearts and bitterness"
shows you how misery can change a lot about someone
you thought you knew
sigh

published 22nd of september, 2015
Kerri Jul 2015
A horrid jealousy invades my heart
because I can't accept the harsh reality
that I am not yours,
A flood of tears sweeps my outer soul
and I recognize my non-existence
as the razor is pushed deeper;
inserted directly into
my soft, tangle of emotions.
You hang my heart on a leash
and drag it on the ground.
But why do you lead me on?
only to melt sugar in the rain,
Look at you...
knotting my stomach
and withering my soul.
Why can't I let go?
Maybe if I cared more
about myself than I do you.
But I don't.
Another one of my intense high school creations!
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