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Theresa Tingen Nov 2011
Going through pain theirs the shame all my secerts been washed away . slowly fading away into sorrow and deep pain I watch you as you wacth me suffer broken hearts broken dreams their you go makin your dreams come tre  as I sit here trying to find my way through this mystical path  pain is slowly coming back  as I am fading into a new demention I no longer  feel the pain i felt before  my sham e caused my pain   so while  I am slowly dying inside  inside your dreams are coming true  while  mine dreams are fading away  my pain is gone so is my shame and so am I  While  I am in this new demention   your thinking to your self why am I going pain and i see your dreams faded away to soon I see you day by day Piece by Piece here you are and standing prud and strong as a mighty solider waiting for your family on the other side in the  same demention as me
Theresa Tingen Nov 2011
Going through pain theirs the shame all my secerts been washed away . slowly fading away into sorrow and deep pain I watch you as you wacth me suffer broken hearts broken dreams their you go makin your dreams come tre  as I sit here trying to find my way through this mystical path  pain is slowly coming back  as I am fading into a new demention I no longer  feel the pain i felt before  my sham e caused my pain   so while  I am slowly dying inside  inside your dreams are coming true  while  mine dreams are fading away  my pain is gone so is my shame and so am I  While  I am in this new demention   your thinking to your self why am I going pain and i see your dreams faded away to soon I see you day by day Piece by Piece here you are and standing prud and strong as a mighty solider waiting for your family on the other side in the  same demention as me
Theresa Tingen Nov 2011
Going through pain theirs the shame all my secerts been washed away . slowly fading away into sorrow and deep pain I watch you as you wacth me suffer broken hearts broken dreams their you go makin your dreams come tre  as I sit here trying to find my way through this mystical path  pain is slowly coming back  as I am fading into a new demention I no longer  feel the pain i felt before  my sham e caused my pain   so while  I am slowly dying inside  inside your dreams are coming true  while  mine dreams are fading away  my pain is gone so is my shame and so am I  While  I am in this new demention   your thinking to your self why am I going pain and i see your dreams faded away to soon I see you day by day Piece by Piece here you are and standing prud and strong as a mighty solider waiting for your family on the other side in the  same demention as me
Marsha Lynn Nov 2013
Just take it easy
just slow down
he knows my name
it gets hard to explain
piano chorus plays in the background
she calls out the title
i was given at birth
'leave me alone'
he knows my name
it just gets so hard to explain
JenChi Jun 2013
These bangs make me look up
Already make eye contact,
like a boss
Friend days "sup?"
I say "wuddup?"
I hear "go hard"
What does that mean?
Do your best
Through what I see,
It is keep on keeping calm
And keep on singing songs.
Whatever makes you happy
Corny as ****, whistle a tune
Not give a ****, or a ****
Or a promise
Viewed from your lips
If that's what it is, ****.

Let's go skate, I'll  meditate
Everyday, against a current
Staying strong and keeping along
In the present day
What do you all say?

Fall asleep on a still ocean
Wake up on a cloud
Still dreaming
Wake up on a star
Almost there
In the darkness

Open my eyes and I finally see planets, galaxy
around me

Whatever makes you happy
In your dreams and overcame fears.
Never stopping 'til the heart is content, transpired peacefulness through energy.

When sleeping, my hair is up above me
If this is when I am free in the end...
Hair cut? Thinking so, why not?
Allow it to go because it'll be too hot to touch the shoulders
Longing to be with the fresh palm trees,
Fresh springs and great eat.
Frizbees, mountains, deserts heat is where I need to be.
Squishy feeling
underneath my feet.
and again more trees
Keeping me on my way
Trucking' along
Singing more songs
in the summer's rain
Tap dancing and I'm gone.

What is truth?
That's an easy question
Actually, that's in a different demention, with words spinning around it, like a universe.
From chest, lips to ear, the hearer is not relating from the original scene.
You "had to be there" moment is what's very keen to truth.
The truth is inside of you.
That means that you and I or me and you, don't know what its like, inside each others life.
But here I am
And there is you
First site may be the end to some
But judge not because I am just one
"I am a Soul and Have a body"
A wise man Gar, once said.
I know we go on
there is no end.
Live life to the fullest
If not Yolo was dead...
Plenty of lives ahead
To the top of a pyramid
Of whatever we are
A cookie crum lost in space
The light of a burnt out star

Anything is possible
Dream among the starts
Is said because we are the sky

Our roots hold us down
Pressing soil away
Growing through the pain
Rocks as anchors
Til they are ripped away
The once hurtful thing
Getting in the way
Grasping on and taking hold
Foundation for home
Up-rooted and move
"It goes on" a poet once said
So I say, look ahead.
Life may be fast but it's not short
Choose a path to walk, grow, learn,love, glow.
Amy John Apr 2013
Paranoia something I can't shake,
In a room alone someone has their eyeballs on me.
Cautious, courageous, careful bravery,
I glance around behind me then again to see who was there.

Always being watched ****** down,
Consumed by the unidentified source,
Why do the eyes stare so intently?
Deep passed my outer appearance,
Peering into my well hidden past,
Thoughts resurfacing.

The intensity of being stared at,
No one to tell to look away,
All I think about,
All I feel,
All I know,
Bing watched every second of the day
****** into my own demention of paranoia.
Krystina Durfee Nov 2011
Tick tick tick.
Hear it?
The clock... ticking.
Ticking like a time bomb about to go off.
Your heartbeat is also like the ticking.
Bumo bump bump.
Let the beat take your heart to another melody.
Spin to the beat.
Spin faster, faster, FASTER!
Spin your mind into another demention.
Let your mind wander.
Your mind control is working.
Controlling my body with your hands.
Like a puppet amoung the strings.
Your flaws are my view of perfection.
My flaws are my only destruction.
The eyes are the windows to the soul.
I see my heart beating out of my chest.
Can you hear it?
Bump bump bump.
Can you smell the fear?
I can feel your eyes on me.
They are piercing my skin like needles.
I try to speak, but my throat is dry.
My heart is racing fast, faster, faster!
I see your face in my dreams.
Your eyes of pure sky blue.
They see into my soul, taking me under control.
My body goes cold.
I can hear nothing but my heartbeat in my ears.
Then you speak, little words.
In that tone of voice that freezes my heart and makes time stop.
My body goes cold, and I freeze in place.
I wait for you to approach me.
I wait, and wait... and wait.
Finally it hits me.
I've gone crazy...
I've started seeing things...
Those night terrors again.
I awake, dripping in sweat and panting.
I say to myself, "Those **** night terrors again."
Then I hear the voice again...
"You're not alone, you're just as heartless as I."
travis lee Feb 2014
One troubling night a boy rushes to his room and slams the door. He grips his writing utensil and starts at the top of his canvas he scripples rough lines. But to his forsaken mind it is beautiful.  The deeper he gets into his drawing. He begins to fade away in a different demention, everything slows down as his heart races. Mind pondering as he is stupid enough to keep drawing. He wants to stop but he is to far gone into his trance. Deeper he goes into the beautiful artwork he is creating he suddenly notices the utensil was a razor and his canvas was hes precious body as the crimson red blood puddles around him. Faintly whisper of his innermost feelings urges the **** out of little devilish ******* Inside. Skin torn and tattered the emerge and leave him sinking, fading, lossing himself. Dead.
These days of hardship bring forth the inner greatness of each individual as well as they stir up great evils among the borders of our society, her mom says no, and projects that word not only upon her self and the intruder to her daughter's life, but also on her daughter, which brings forth great toils in her family relations, fault is passed around, words unkind in nature are exposed between two feuding parties, and the world of two lovers is brought down upon their heads...and yet they stay strong, reassuring each other in a world where assurance is rare, rarer still, between two individuals blessed and cursed to be expelled from society only two find each other on the outskirts of life, and defend their love with the might of a thousand army's...this is devotion, true and pure, with not a second thought to spare, loyal to a fault, a loyalty that can not be broken by distance, time, or any third party demention that lies outside the reach of my own human capacity of intuition. She is as wise as the earth is old, as beautiful as the limits of perception may permit, she is an unsung hero in liberty, and the song of a hero in music as her voice shines through the light of a billion stars, and yet this self-graduated knowledge resides not in her heart, nor does it appear before her mind, but rather her humble state in reference to her angelicism conquors all sence of selfish desire in exchange for an understanding of what it feels to be truely happy, and in love, but her perfection will not go un-warranted in the minds of the many, for there is an individual in the world who aims to project the complexity of this lovely woman to the population of the society who cast her away in the beggining...his name is William, and he loves his beautiful angel more than the sum of the known intelligence in the universe could calculate or comprehend, he loves her as a bride, a soul mate, even a daughter at times, but most importantly, he loves her as the core component that leads his life away from a dark path...and into the light of true happiness, and for this, he is forever in her debt, I love you Annie
I love you annie
Ady May 2013
Everything shatters to the floor,
the clock stops its silent clicking.
Nothing seems to have changed,
yet all has rearranged.
As my life crumbles to pieces,
the choices become scarce.
This demention, this futility of the sort,
asphixiates me, scrapes agaisnt my throat.
Escape, I need to seek one;
an easy "out of here" from this cage.
Take one pill, another one shortly follows;
The alcohol flushes it down,
And, just to make sure,
Grab the friendly blade of the knife and
pierce the snakes running down my arm.
Now, now I am free.
Free forever from the torment of this miserable life.
Nothing chains me down,
my wings are free from harm.
I don't leave this place because I want to die;
I leave because I don't want to live in this purgatory.
Pity those who stay behind,
destroying each other bit by bit.
Far worst from what I have just done.
Tashea Young Dec 2016
His words takes me to that beautiful place
The place where his words are like
Love's arms of warm embrace.
And Like Sweet Nectar of honey I must have a taste.
His words grows a Blissful smile upon my face
His words are like a Boost to my immunity
His words are like the equivalent to Vitamin C
His words pack Calcium like Vitiamin D
His words Promotes the Sunlight Sparkling for all see
His words are like herbal Tea
Therapeutic like therapy.
Our conversations Suspends me in estacy

I was as cold as a winters freezing night
Then he approached me in way that was so polite
I was literally standing still but my heart took flight
To a new demention to a new hieght
Man I felt like I was flying high as if I were his kite
His Expression of phrases fromulated a Euphoric picture in my spiritual and physical sight.
I swear I tried so hard to fight
But when he spoke to me his words became the heat and I melted me like ice
I wish i could have relived that moment twice
The things he would say were as beautiful as The sun setting upon The San Francisco Bay.
His Statements stops the time in the middle of the day.
This Man is the Very person for whom I silently did pray.

His words compliments me just as the Cocoa Butter nourishing and healing the Imperfections of my complexion So Like lotion the more we talk the more he rubs it in.

His Messages are so powerful that when he speaks I am complelled to feel Humble and meek.
Is this the peak at which His Intellectual geek is Attracted to my Spirtual freak discovered by the Sensational vibes we both seek?
His words soften my heart like silk sheets
Yet are as smooth as a leather jacket so sleek...
His Words are The Vibes that I crave One of A kind and So Unique........
I wrote this poem about a guy That gives me these Sensational Vibes.... I hope he reads it!
Quinchet Feb 2016
In my fantasy world
I asked for you to appear

In reality you showed up
Filled with delight

The words still refuse to come out right
We know I'm a bit crazy..

CrAckling of electricity the world goes quite, my cheeks turn red, oh the pleasure and the pain of your presence.

As I stand strong and vulnerable... Open and raw from our last encounter
Still I love you the same..

So I push forward into the fourth demention so that I can grab a hold of you. Shake your psyche so you could feel the urgency my soul craves us to be.

But I know if it's meant to be it will be.. And all my dreams and thoughts bring you no closer. I must let you be free so you heart can decide where it's meant to be.
They appease us with the images they want us to see
They lead us to a chamber of distorted reality,
The events taken place are not all that they seem
We are governed by a circus in a media dream,
Perceptions can be hazardous, we drown whilst awake
Our vulnerability gives them much more to take,
Rejection hurts so they dry our tears
In a state of panic they blind us from our fears,
Paralysed in a demention of distorted reality
Open your mind so you can truly be set free
leinstinct Aug 2016
Come back to my senses
A withdrawal for my thoughts
Exiled from infinity
Outcasted by your love
Alone with a sensation of what it could have been
Then fell into demention
No coming back from that  it seems
Addiction a life partner stronger day by day
From the drinking to the smoking to the drugs i always crave
The happenings of happiness
The happenings of life
It all moves with such intensity
All happens much too fast
At the end just all the memories
The moments and the love
Nothing else that matters
Nothing else we have
xenaphobic Jun 2016
thin lines becoming thicker
shallow lines becoming deep
I add more
and more
and more
line after line
of pain shifting demention and becoming dull
then I'm left hollow and light
to clean up the mess of monster
a monster I know but have never met
as the lines grow
it's presence grows
helping me create more lines in its wake
I add more each time
and each time it gets harder to pull away and stop
Any thoughts, tips, opinions, and/or criticisms appreciated.

This is a poem I wrote a long time ago, like, middle school I believe? I figured why not put them up here, what else am I going to do with them?

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