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Emma Apr 2016
I'm in love
With my "depression"
It makes me feel special
Makes me feel better

I'm so hungry
For your pity
Help me
Push me away

Into a hole and I'll sit there
Unable to climb out
A ladder next to me
A grin on my face

I wear a rope around my neck
Customised for optimal comfort
Decorated to my taste

I long to be entombed
I'm a human waste of space

And here's a word of advice:
To every one of you

Always be
The one with bigger scars

Always wear the tightest rope
Always be the one
In the chokiest car

The only one
To feel the gloom
Always be
The one to breath the fumes
The saddest person
In any room
Emma Apr 2016
My eyes disconnect from my fingers
Mind from my body on the screen
And lingers
With the walking stick limp
That taps along the concrete
His scraggly white beard blowing in the wind
I saw the old man earlier in the street
I held my hand up to the light
To see if it was fake

Watched the old woman pass
With her brown paper bag
Rip and tear
Assortments spraying like paint
Vulture children swooping down in a rush to eat
Minds so full of hate
Confusion in every eye that sees
I wonder why I bother
Oh my mind is slipping away
My guard is down
Glued to my chair
Pulling out my hair
And there is
So much to choose from
So much
To be done
Here
This is not an exit
And you have not won
  Apr 2016 Emma
Tom Blake
Elevate and extricate me
From
This disconcerting and turbulent
State
Immerse my being
Into a state of Felicity and equanimity...
My body has ( like many)  been
BEATEN
Long enough by this infernal world.
I want
To Rest!
I
Don't want to see no more
PEOPLE
Being persecuted
Humiliated, duped,
Lame, blind, insane, in PAIN!

This euphoria I seek
I not only want it
For Myself
I want it
For Everyone.

Lord, hear my plea....
Accommodate
Me.
Emma Apr 2016
The birds chirping outside my window
Their song is so beautiful in the early morning twilight
Their hungry chicks are waking in their nests
And my mind is in need of rest

The sun has barely risen
But the sky holds a hint of blue
And the rain looks cold as it showers down
Onto grass leaving morning dew

Hours ago my mind was still active
As much as it is now hours after
I'll try to sleep soon
And tomorrow I'll wake in the afternoon
But my dreams will be filled with laughter
Emma Apr 2016
Tea
Tea stained table oak
Writhing in vines
Newspapers and coffee
Coffee shop chatter
Voices raised in laughter

The cry of sacred life
The high pitched giggle
Which brings us right
Reminds us of Spring
Reminds us we're alive
Young unintelligent design
Destined to die

I see God
In the faces of children
In their innocent play
In their minds not yet
Twisted
By the world

A God more beautiful
Than any religion
Can give us
Can tempt us with
Any temporary fix

Beauty fills my brain
But I can't finish this
Across the table
You look like bliss
And I long to live
Forever
Just like this
Emma Apr 2016
The night sky's
One great eye
Followed every step
I placed
Along paths
Rain displaced
Along streets
We traced
Reflected on puddles
With one jump came crashing
You looked up expecting
An explosion
In the sky
Fragments of the eye
Mother's broken plate
Father's hand across
Your face
You waited with a sigh
And a disappointing taste
Filled your mouth
What a waste
You thought is life
Without strife
And
Without love
As the moon shone
Staring down from above
And we continued on our way
Tempted to live
Another day
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