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 Nov 2017 Carly
Liz
Okay, let's be profound for a second, let's be cheesy, sappy, gross or whatever you want to call it for just a second. Because it's better to have it out there then to bottle it all up inside of yourself.

Do you feel?
I try to, in the shower. I attempt to feel something, anything, so I take off my glasses, and I turn the water temperature to boiling. And I just stand there, hot water streaming down my back, trying to feel something. I guess I do, I feel the heat radiating off my back, I feel the cold when I step away. But I don't feel.  
When I take off my glasses, all I can see are blobs of color, sometimes I prefer that to the world I see through my glasses, here, everything is whatever you want it to be, you can see a mixture of blues and reds and you don't have to just assume it's a balled up sheet. It can be anything you want it to be.
So when I take off my glasses in the shower I hope to be transported to this realm, but I don't. I stay, where the walls are white and shampoo bottles line the shelves. I stay in the place where I can't have creativity, where I don't  feel like anything.
Do you ever think to yourself, I exist, try it sometime. I acknowledge that I exist as a person, I exist, but for what purpose? Will you find that purpose with another human being? With an animal? With a job? Who knows. I just hope that I find mine soon. Because standing in the shower, hot water pouring down onto my body, I think of this, I think, is this what I'm supposed to be doing? Is this what I'm meant to be? Someone who tries desperately to cling onto people, someone who hates sharing her friends because I am scared they will run away, someone who can't trust her best friend not to leave just like the other ones who stole the label best friend has. Someone who doesn't think she is good enough for anyone.
Since I can't feel anything don't you think that I should be a thrill seeker, I'm the absolute opposite, I've tried stuff like that before, it doesn't help, it just makes people worry, makes people judge, I don't like that. The only time I think I feel something is when I'm in the shower or reading. Reading is my escape, I go into someone else, I see what they see I finally feel. People think it is weird that I don't think when I read. It's because I Feel when I read.
I don't enjoy reading in between the lines while enjoying a good book, I Like to just go with what the author is attempting to get across. When I do this, I feel something. Even if it's a fake rush of adrenaline, or anxiety because of something a character did in a book. I still feel something.
Do you feel?
I try to, in the shower.
I write when I'm depressed or sad, heyyyyyyy
 Nov 2017 Carly
Keara Marie
Ink
 Nov 2017 Carly
Keara Marie
Ink
I'm the author of my life,
but, unfortunately,
I'm writing in ink and can't erase my mistakes.
 Nov 2017 Carly
Rea Mae Y Calingo
i n h a l e s
e x h a l e s
she’ll remember you
always
the reason she’s sighing
deeply
and sleeping with
a heavy heart
right now
 Nov 2017 Carly
mr t
the lucky one
 Nov 2017 Carly
mr t
Some say I'm the lucky one
I have a home which comforts me
I have parents who love one another
I have a sister who is a great role model
I have friends who are special in my heart
I have abilities to run and dance
I have people who support me
I have everything provided to me

Well not everything
Not the one thing I want most

I know I'm selfish for this
I know I don't need it
But I yearn for it

I can't hold myself from wanting the one thing
That I have to stop myself from grabbing
The thing that makes me build a wall
Something to block myself
Because if not
I will strive for it
And I can't I just can't be that type of person

I tell myself "you'll live without it"
But my heart doesn't believe it
My heart longs for that extra something

I know I shouldn't
I know it's not right

But this one time
The wall is falling
One brick at a time
And there's nothing there to fix it
It can't be fixed until I'm on the other side
And I have that one special thing

They say I'm the lucky one
I have an education
I have the best pets a girl could ask for
I have clean clothes
I have a comfy bed

But I don't have the missing piece in my life
The thing that I desire

Not yet that is
I'm not the lucky one yet.
 Nov 2017 Carly
gr
lies, lies, lies
 Nov 2017 Carly
gr
it really hurts that you could do something;
something so cruel.
leaving me breathless and hopeless.

all i did was care.
all you did was lie.

lies
lies
lies

they're all lies.
why did i believe you?
the idea that someone could care
so deeply for someone like me,
it's ridiculous.

i should have known
you were like all the others.
but i prayed.
i prayed you weren't.

then you let me down with your

lies
lies
lies
 Nov 2017 Carly
JD Harold
Graduation
 Nov 2017 Carly
JD Harold
I'm going to miss this place,
with it's countless amount of forgettable faces.
I'm going to miss this home,
although for three years, I felt alone.
I'm going to miss this shelter,
but sometimes it made me feel like a cave dweller.
The time went by so fast and yet so slow.
I've got a lot of people to thank or hate so,
thanks to every person that made me feel like I meant something.
And to every person who made me feel like I meant nothing,
I hate you.

Childishly so.

I graduated.
I haven't grown up.
I wrote this a long time ago.
 Nov 2017 Carly
Caleb Stevens
Remember homecoming night?
We were awkward.
Wouldn't look at eachother.
Laughing in my head.
Wishing we weren't friends.
 Nov 2017 Carly
moonstruck
arms
 Nov 2017 Carly
moonstruck
my arms are outstretched, wide open,
ready to embrace you; even when you’re sad and broken.
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