Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Noelle M Eithun Jan 2020
I let them tear at my insides
Rip me open and take what they want
I’m lying helpless. Spread open. Exposed.
I wouldn’t dare look them in the eye.
One by one I feel their weight lift off me
as they get their fill and move on.
I’m left alone.
I wipe their saliva off my ribcage and hug my insides together.
I start to feel my heart beating again.
I can feel it echo throughout
my hollowed chest
I lift myself up and start to walk.
I can see more scavengers in the distance
I close my eyes, wincing from the pain.  
And continue to walk toward them.
A huge metaphor. But I never understood why I kept coming back to it. I would feel utterly gutted after, and still showed up the next time.
Faizel Farzee Jan 2020
In transit on a stationary life
The earth rotates on it's own access
It spins,
So if my soul wait
Hopefully,
Ghost, you will float by again.

Bring with you my smile
I misplaced it
Like hope lost, to find it
I need to go back in time

When your hand was always locked in mine
Inseparable we were
The truth is
Love is blind

I pulled out it's eyes
I laid it to waste
I spit out your name
As I don't want to know how a lie taste

If love becomes deceitful
Then we no longer safe
Love was hope
Now all it brings is distaste.

Cupid is fake
I looked for him all over
I needed his bow and arrow
This time he won't miss
You need to alleviate this sorrow

The time we surfing on is borrowed
I hate myself for wasting it on a ghost
A figment of my imagination
Do I know what happiness name is?
Or
I am just pains host.
When words scratches at the surface
it's screams to be free
you lay it bare on these pages
to subdue my demons in their cages
so i don't end up....
suffocating.
Empress Asa Jan 2020
This wound is different..
This wound isn't the same as the past..
Wounds that are invisible but feel real..
I don't like this pain to be repeated..
A knife that stabbed in the back..
I'm tired with of all this drama..
Different wounds but have the same pain..
Different weapons but injuring the same place..

With all of the kindness, madness, happiness, sadness, rudeness, and every feeling of taste..
The weapons hurt without feeling..
Day by day the pain is still exist..
I don't know what kind of medicine can handle this...
The medicine is you
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
I'm cut
Not too deeply
Perhaps a flesh wound
One drop or two
And then all is well
Closing over
Let the healing begin
And I will think of it no more
Goodbye year of the knife
Hello restorative day
Manas Dec 2019
You tried all you bandages
Your meditations
And your meds
And yet it pierces
through all your distractions
This faithful pain
that wishes
to whisper to your heart
That what it ought to hear
And it won’t stop
Till it reaches.
So, open that wound
And pick on your flesh
Look at your gods
And watch them shudder
This is your moment
Make it loud and clear
Don’t you dare go numb
You need to remember
How this feels
Raw, just like you
Don’t let Time
rob you blind
Before the time to heal
Comes your right to burn
You shall have your day
To let it go
But, for now,
Let it hurt.
White Shadow Dec 2019
The heart suffered a lot of burning and pain
But now the wounds resulted by that burning
Are already converted into dangerous cancer
Residing in me till I am alive.
Empire Dec 2019
On the ****** battlefield she stands
She can’t feel her wounds anymore
Pain so intolerable she’s gone numb
Her shield shattered
Sword too heavy for her fatigued limbs

To take a step forward
She musters all her strength
Then falls to her knees
The shield slides from her arm

Her hand can no longer grasp the sword
And allows the blade to fall beside her
Where she lies
Weak, helpless

Her strength fails her
And weaker and weaker
Her heartbeat grows
Waiting to stop
Eagerly anticipating
That one last breath
Kylee Dec 2019
I use poetry as my wielded sword

But I’m tired of fighting the same battles
And writing the same lines

How is this wound supposed to heal

if I keep prying it open?

-the battle is only in your head now
Next page