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Poppi Mae Aug 2016
let's escape the world for a while,
leave all our worries behind,
cause you're the only thing that makes me smile.
we can plan our adventures if we must,
or wander different paths until dusk,
just take my hand and we'll run away,
to a place where we will spend the rest of our days.
Eliza Fairchild Aug 2016
Do you really wish to be with me?
Empty words fill the void between us.
This is not how I wished things to be.
I know I really shouldn't make a fuss,
but why does if feel like you can see me?

Maybe I just need to let things go,
and let entropy do what it does best.
I can forget if I just go with the flow
along the way I'll figure out the rest.

The sun sets as the day comes to a close,
I thought I'd hear from you today,
but the silence has fueled my woes
leaving my emotions in disarray.
meagan Aug 2016
just by thinking about him
makes me feel at home
even know i'm lost
in my worries and anxiety
Eloi Jul 2016
My house is filled with ghosts,
That only I can see,
I try to tell my mother,
But she laughs at me.

They haunt my every step,
Whispering past events,
telling me their stories,
Filling me with worries.

I lay in bed at night,
Full of anxiety and fright,
That one of them might try to hurt me.

I see jet black figures in my mirrors,
And deformed silhouettes in my windows,
I close my eyes and pray for them to go away.

I guess I'm just intruding,
Living where they once did,
They have followed me around since I was a kid.

My mother takes me to the doctor,
Who diagnoses  me with schizophrenia,
Says' it's all in my head,
That I can't see anyone who's dead.

Locked in an institution for days,
They still wouldn't go away,
They never left my side,
They haunt me still to this day.
This is a true story, that happened to me not so long ago.
innocent sin Jul 2016
My biggest fear
Not spiders, not the dark, not  any clown
But to see your body,fully gowned
Your makeup done with your hair down
You're with a guy who is into you but I'm not around
The thought of this just makes me frown
You with someone that isn't me, 404: Heart Not Found
I'll swim in alcohol and in my despair I'll drown
The music plays but my thoughts are the loudest sound
I hate this place and I hate this town
Leave me to be eaten by the hounds
eli Jun 2016
i have dreams
where your hand
is held by mine.
our fingers, lace and intertwine,
your simple touch, casts me drunk like wine.

i have visions
where i bestow you flowers
forever, forever blooming!
shining in your light, never to die
for a life without you must surely be a lie

i have hopes.
hopes, that you will see the good in me
that the wonder i see in you can never be deceived
hopes, that will never fall
hopes, that if i shall,
i choose you as my downfall.

i have worries.
worries you will find love elsewhere
where i must be perfect or else,
worries we will not work out,
and end up with fractured smiles as the only workout.

i have fears.
fears so frantic i pace to see you soon.
fears you'll fade with the full moon.

you,
have me.
you have me.
for as long as i maintain the will to breath,
a breath without you near shall be a breath too soon.
Ron Gavalik Jun 2016
I can't write today
I wanted to write
but I can't
Lack of sleep
The humidity
Rain
Worries
Who really knows?
I just can't write
today
Kerri May 2016
As Dawn approaches
with certainty and confidence,
the worries that
inhabited my mind
through the night
disappear with the
lingering smoke
left circling above
an ashen wick.
A yellow beam
dares to peek
through the
Royal tapestried sky,
sending a joyous jolt
into the fibers of
my soul.
I am awake, I am alive.
The darkness is gone
and a glimpse of hope
seeps inside,
lathered in faith
and the promise
of renewal.
I am a
Survivor of the Night.
Aeerdna May 2016
A hand pushes me in the black
whenever a ray of colour dares to appear in my eyes,
even in my happiest moments
I feel its touch on my spine,
it sets worries on my forehead,
a hand designated by my inner demons
to keep me restless.

In the echo of my laughter
you can still hear the voice of my angst
eating me alive.


A hand wakes me up at night,
painting nightmares under my lashes,
pulling my muscles,
breaking my bones,
digging in my flesh with its sharp claws;
the ceiling pressing my face,
I die a million times and still it is not enough.
it never stops.
.
My mind hurts,
heart beats too fast,
cracking up my weak veins.
Paralysed
I scream and cry,
afraid of the next nightmare,
I hope one day I will be able to hide.

*In the echo of my scream
you can still hear the leftovers of someone
who once wanted to live.
anxiety&Co.;

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