#brink
Young and dumb
Thrill seeking bends in to house keeping
balancing love, work and friends
Gate keeping your heart
the one you wear on your sleeve
Kept behind lock and key
Cause your older now
Carelessness comes at little to no cost at 1st
Hours, Days maybe weeks of hurt and aches
Now a days, It just breaks
As rough as an earthquake
Making my hand shake
my foundation showing cracks
Leaving me on the brink
my words ring hollow
Swallowed by the emptiness
Something that used to be a fortress
my heart beat slows not risking an attack
to old to fully heal to young to dwell
Wishing I could shrink
Things be fixed in just a blink
In reality it sinks
Deeper and Deeper
Walls about to give in
The Ceiling on the brink of collapse
Let's be honest I have been wearing a mask
One I can no longer throw away
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 8:31 PM UTC
The dust piles up
A warning sign of giving up
Dishes,
Not water,
Overflow the sink
A metaphor reaching its own brink
No reason to really bother
No warning sign is enough
For me to choose sober
I'm falling apart
The problems are located back at the start
I'm just an NPC
There's no reason to really see me
But I exist none the less
Ignored beyond my best
If this is a test
I'm set up to fail like the rest
©2025
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 7:20 PM UTC
c o n t a c t
up-stairs roof-top
toe-tips the-edge long-drop
flourish/ball-lightning echo-foxtrot
plunder/of the gods/thunderous once more
glance-down and it’s merry-go-round
vertigo lost - and - found
you shout my name
c o n t r a c t
impact cement
face-torn to shape a smile
laugh 'after a while crocodile'
; the last witty thought my mind does attract
devil pact and the gravity
mortally i n v e s t e d
arrested now
c o n t a c t
Jan 22, 2023
Jan 22, 2023 at 9:25 PM UTC
For one yesterday I would trade every tomorrow
Anyone if I could have you
Been looking for a way to make this exchange
No one seems to have a clue
I provoke sorrow with memories
They can make old wounds bleed
Choking them or stretching them out
Senses shakily blurred indeed
Stomach twisting from nostalgia
I watch pictures from the past
I'm left with traces of regret
Do I hold or let go fast?
These demons desire my surrender
Pretend I'm winning the fight
Straining muscles just to stand
Invited to wave a flag white
Feel cathartic
Nearly on the brink
Emotions high when I sink back
Was used to the ache of remembering
Failed being an amnesiac
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 6:26 AM UTC
I understand what you needed to do
It’s how you did it that ripped my heart out
I always supported you
I was always there for you
You turned your back on me
Cut me off
Cut me down
Like I was nothing
I’ve never hurt like that
It took me to the brink of life
That pain is still with me after all these years
A dull throbbing deep in my heart
An eternal sadness
Once was Askim
No more
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 6:59 PM UTC
I don't want anything to do with this world.
Not now, not ever.
I yearn for eternal slumber;
Too wise for an induced end.
An end just beyond my clutches,
Not long left.
Air ever so heavy,
No light in sight. I've
Given up on reaching out and
Entering the
Light.
*What use is it to
Hold on
Only to fall deeper?*
Eve strikes as I
Lean my head against the wall
Undermined by the tar, gently bubbling,
Doubling in my heart.
Eating at my consciousness,
Slowly encompassing my eyes.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 8:15 AM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
Trials and tribulations for relations in America where the higher class resides in cutting the checks,
Putting the past behind my back and running to the light of a better future all in debt,
To love and to hold while we rejoice a brand new day of peace on earth to follow up bliss,
If we all stick together and fight as one then it would actually be more better than this,
Picking fights and winning wars in this country is more like a mind to result in some treason,
You have no reason to be so **** ignorant while we're sinners signing all these agreements,
Tragedies will happen and mostly all planned , the systems rigged as destruction on the brink,
It is nothing than to be afraid of corruption as long you live and free think.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC
Reflections are tricky things
Man didn't create them
Only trapped them
Hung them on a wall for his own vain glory
The glassy stillness of a lake
Was first
To echo reality above it
Distorted
It ripples like a gateway
At the kiss of a stone
It calls, it beckons
l have mystery lurking
What will happen if you
Little you
Dared to pass through
With no intention of return?
One might find oneself upside down
Standing in the sky
And brushing their feet against the stars
Or there might be monsters
Real ones
Which we can touch and feel and fight
And see while fighting
The seeds of monstrous things
Separate themselves from us
In the last few seconds of life
And we see them laid out
Even knowing this
The water calls
To the nine tenths of us it possesses
Enticing us
With the idea of a world
Identical to ours
I think
Have you ever stopped
Looked
Counted the branches?
It would be impossible
So we assume
And as the water accepts you
Feet
Waist
Hands
Shoulders
Hair, drifting like seaweed in the tide
It whispers to you
Just a little deeper now
So you go on
On
Until you discover, or drown
Or
Until you are pulled upwards
Arms grasping you around the chest
As your lungs burn with the ache of tipped scales, the balance within you lost
And you hear the voice whisper
Breath warming your ear
Not like this
My friend
Not like this
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
they have been watching us since our birth
like concerned mothers watching their babies grow
from afar, yet with a close eye
they realize that their undisciplined and unworthy children
have gained control
and have silenced the majority through deception and greed
they realize that this has brought the paradise they founded
to the brink of apocalypse
and they have begun steps to alter this destructive path
they are here now
they have said hello
in the crop circles
in the clouds
in our dreams
the children free of greed
free of power driven thought
and open to the idea that the beauty given us
is all we need to sustain
know this
it shall happen in our lifetimes
the signs are there
and soon
when they feel we are ready
they will end the flight of a bullet
or a missile
before it completes its life ending path
and before us they will proclaim for all the world to hear...
'Enough'
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
Pretty Princess in Pink
Pretty Princess Don’t Shrink
Pretty Princess Stained Ink
Pretty Princess Fatal Brink
Pretty Princess in Blue
Pretty Princess Don’t Chew
Pretty Princess Mixed Too
Pretty Princess Fatal Clue
Pretty Princess in Black
Pretty Princess Don’t Crack
Pretty Princess Stained Tack
Pretty Princess Fatal Hack
Pretty Princess in White
Pretty Princess Don’t Fight
Pretty Princess Mixed Light
Pretty Princess Fatal Sight
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC
Everyone falls down
But it's their choice
To go without a sound
Or have heard their voice
As friends it's our choice
To listen and help them
So we can later rejoice
That we saved a friend
But there are some
Who fall too far into the brink
To darkness they succumb
And we can't do anything
but watch
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
I see nothing beyond
No turning around
All life is withdrawn
The bottom not found
My stomache will sink
As I am pushed to the brink
Despite being so close
I still want to fight
The end nobody knows
I move with death in sight
Out comes survival instinct
As I am pushed to the brink
Suddenly I begin to fall
The air is rushing me
Life is beginning to stall
The end is here finally
Yet I can't help but think
As I am pushed to the brink
I grasp for anything
Because I'm not done yet
Can't just let death win
Still too much regret
I refuse death's drink
As I climb from the brink
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
Love is a flowing river or a trickling brook?
Where beauty can smilingly open its book
This is how I want to enhance my outlook
Let me see from near let me have close look
Your fragrance takes me along with wind
Let me forget painful moments to rescind
Only pleasure should dance along to amend
Let me embrace you being more disciplined
I thought about you and still I love to think
With your glowing cheeks and lips so pink
With open bottle of beauty let me to drink
Reinvigorated in the taste we came to brink
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2014 Golden Glow
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 10:49 AM UTC
I am the plague, a ghostly vapor
My soul bleeds blackness on the paper
If you're looking for a happy write
Don't read mine you won't get that sight
What you'll see is a glimpse of a spirit in total darkness
You'll learn just what the cost is
As a child thrown to the brink
And time and time again I sink
Like the platypus, I'm Gods little joke
Again and again I choke
On all the cruelty throughout the years thrown on me
No one hangs around to truly see
Beneath the scars I'm only human
Despite the blackness and confusion
My soul cries out
At times it a hushed small shout
At other's a battle cry
As I pick myself up and again I try
But my day's are growing short
For I am feeling out of sorts
Out of patients, out of hope
I can't even begin to cope
I feel I just might throw in the towel
I'm trying to figuring out how
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
Is it love or is it lies?
Perhaps both, or neither,
Inflamed by need,
Quenched by self,
Swollen with desire.
Imagination fans the fire
Until the floorboards creak outside my door
- Then I brink for her no more.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
Hold on, little one
Your tender bones are shaking
Fragile things do break
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
Notice given, but not consoled;
The trembling of the soul.
Occurring at the helm,
Of the notion of the self.
I am dizzied in the frenzy,
A coursing without entry.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 4:12 AM UTC
I constantly tiptoe at the brink of insanity,
Continuously treading so close to its realm.
Sometimes I wonder if it's worth the trouble
Or if maybe, just maybe
It would be wiser
Smarter
Bolder
To welcome the insanity
And tumble in
Head first.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
expressive expression expresses itself
only ever in an ephemeral way
emulating evocation of endings and all they entail
which is never not more than what can be known
and always less than what is left living in the lake.
leaving all that had been learned
all that had been/on the verge of lust
and unspeakably, life.
when they tip-toe and twist away
trailing their tails, trying to tell us the opposite of
truth: time
that trusts the trap.
the opposite of what they bury
what is brought to brink.
miraculous masquerade molding itself into moons
many many many moons
that might.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC