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Tess Calogaras Sep 2015
Your lust for life,
became evaluated to a placid sigh
while the hollow father figure

trips on a promise
and vanished to a commonplace

hello

Was this where your journey began?

Haltered bones in skin

quivering against the flesh

wide canvas that unraveled to 
just a piece of thread

spun colours 
leaking into pavements

that swallowed the beauty whole

like ****** woman with teeth between their thighs

who used their weapons to disguise 

the strength of a man 
compressing blood to inches

his appendix 
standing 
proud

weakened by the wringing of moisture
Winding up people like 
puppets caught in string

We use the tools to better 
ourselves but we’ve become so mean
Copyright © 2015 Tessa Calogaras.
All Rights Reserved
Myaja Black Sep 2015
As you held me I started to cry
                You didnt know what to do
  You were already holding me tight
                         Clueless
         So you watched my tear slowly drop
After awile it seemed as if the floor was flooded i had enough tears to fill an ocean
            You attempted to mop it up
                     But you failed
You couldn't handle me at my worst
     At the rate we were going
         You would never see my best
   You were the reason i was depressed
Mikayla Aug 2015
I’ll be the first to say,

that I’m okay.

You were my best love,

and worst heart break.

Why didn’t you tell me,

you weren’t okay?

This can’t be happening to me.

When you left me for her,

I was the last to know.

Why didn’t you tell me,

you no longer loved me?

I would have let you go.

I’ll be the first to say,

that I’m okay.

But now,
Aeerdna Aug 2015
Of course I remember that rainy day
you took me in your arms
and said you will protect me
you were like the perfect umbrella,
the kind that's big enough to not let
any drop of cold rain on my skin.

You were like one of those cottages
with an open fire,
you find in the middle of nowhere,
on a winter night while you're wandering by yourself
thinking you are about to die.
I was happy when I've found you,
I felt that you saved my life,
but, then the morning came and
I realised
you could protect me from the night and cold,
but you couldn't save me from the wanderer in me
from myself.
mk Aug 2015
the very worst
and very best
thing about sadness is that,
no matter how hard they try,
**no other can ever truly feel the extent of your pain
// & tonight, i am sad //
M Eastman Aug 2015
Eyelids are worse with
gravity when you're
breaking a door
******* it's been shut too long so
I want to river this until the
whole town glows
and goes under and you can see
its reflection from the surface
Of glass
stay awake just a little longer with me
Nicole Dawn Aug 2015
The worst part
Isn't the pain
Though it hurts

The worst part
Isn't the sadness
Though that's horrible

No,
The worst part
Is the emptiness

That feeling
When you don't see the step
And you fall down

When you try to sit down
And someone's moved the chair

When you reach for support
Only to find it's abandoned you

That is the worst part
Of saying goodbye
celey Jul 2015
let's play 21 questions
your questions will go from
how old are you
to
are you still a ******
my questions will go from
what's your favorite color
to
what's the worst thing you've done

both wanting to already know
if what's barely beginning
to happen yet
will be worth it
Remembering June Jul 2015
I Just feel a lot.
I told you I would write about it.
So here it is.
I am me.
And I have been hurt.
So I know what it feels like
to be someone's second choice.
but you will never be my second choice.
And I believe you.
When you say you don't believe me.
But I will do what I can
to ease the idea that someone else
is in my thoughts.
because it's just an idea.
And I don't know what I am saying
half of the time
but the other half
I am constantly.
trying to come up with a line
that will ease your mind.
like I **** up,
but I mean what I say.
Even on my drunkest day.
But you are always my first thought.
Like getting over the worst,
was just a thought.
because I can handle the worst.
I don't hope for the best,
I prepare for it.
Because my head,
doesn't allow me to feel,
Things that make me happy.
So when I fell like my heart will explode
I run.
Into myself,
Because me.
What ever I am,
Will be there.
And that's hard to explain.
So when I wish I had something better to say,
I will just tell you the truth.
How my heart was abandoned.
How I long to be felt.
How my heart feels so much,
It makes the grand canyon
Feel ashamed to be felt.
My heart melts.
Yes, My heart melts.
And i don't how to say it anymore.
Because I thought I could say it.
But when it comes to you,
I'm not joking.
Like the butterflies
were surprised
when you said " This is good."
It was like a breathe of fresh air,
That I could finally breath.
When you said,
This is good.

This is good.
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