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Mokomboso Oct 2015
I wasn't late
But I may as well be
All the seats are taken
I've been dragging my wheels
Over strangers' feet
I'm too exausted to apologise
Too stressed to take notice
I am close to tears
Hot and discombobulated
I'd hoped for tables
But I'm jammed against the door
By football fans
And teens on daytrips
Pressing against my back, my thighs
Hot breath and perfume wafting
Hands accidentally stroking
A lady's hand
And a sudden jolt within
Tips my stomach
It feels acidic
I've dreamt about this, before
Always afraid that nausea
Will arise during the worst times
So of course it tends to
And this trip is no different
Heat prickles my chest and my hands
No room to reach for the phone
To ring mum
To escape for time alone
But instead my throat constricts
I know I'm not sick
With a virus or bad food
But regardless something stirs
A grimace forms
A familiar thought
Of terror
A fear of what?
But my own body failing
Tumbling over an unsuspecting crowd
The journey is short enough
But couldn't be any longer
About anxiety causing nausea which causes yet more anxiety. I have a phobia of *****.
Sasha Sep 2015
I aM so dOne. So tiReD of bOys asPiriNg to be Men, gRabBing my fRaIl heArt and slOwlY teAriNg it apArt. So eXhauSted frOm fixiNg evEry one. PIckiNg up tHeir lOose scRews aNd wAisTing my haPpinEss trYing to fix thEm. My yoUng soUl has AgeD too fAst. My youNg sMile tuRned tirEd. My sickening desiRe to be yEt agAin intOxicated By loVe. I bEg for my sOul to be loSt in soMeoneS smoKe. I craVe for my mInd to be lOst in someoNes fingers. To have my hEart feEl the boTtom of a sHoe. Strange fEelingS tiCkle my coLD hearT.
JB Fuller May 2010
every poet the world deems great
has written an elegant legacy
dedicated to himself
tallying all his wisdom
as he glorifies in his shame
he decidedly exalts his ego
and spreads the infamy of his name

so my muse, accept my invocation
as I write myself into epic proportion

collecting the vast library of my life
I eagerly fold back the cover
of the first volume in mint condition
but as I open it I learn astonishment
every page shines in unblemished white

in my fearsome excitement
I **** each book carelessly off the shelf
tearing pages and breaking spines
as the discarded books crash to the floor
and when it is completed all I have
is a pile of broken futures
and only a slender volume represents
the object of my reckless search

this book now my chief treasure
I sit down at my cluttered desk
to incline my ear and listen
and discern what material is worthy
for inclusion in my great work of art
but I am shocked to discover
that the pages hold insufficient promise
except the whisper of future possiblilities
which I have just hurled into dust

in the grand tradition of yesterday
I must finish in the same way I began

every poet who has written
a heroic tale of self
has exausted all his wonder
and reduced his life to metred lines
the good things are all gone
and all that remains is bleak and empty
when seen in the light of dawn
Josh Buller Jan 2011
That pain
In my head
In my stomach
Must leave
I know it's due
This feeling doesn't help it get done
But there's just no time
None for the work to get done
None for school
None for friends
And none for me
It hurts
It *****
It makes me exausted
Why does it even exist
I've got two words for it
*GO AWAY
© Josh Buller 01/17/2011
Abby Reynolds Aug 2018
Maybe
I've gone truly mad
Maybe
I've lost the girl everyone so dearly loved (boo-hoo)
but is it so bad
to be the rock instead of the window?
the villian instead of the **** damsel?
is it so evil
for a woman
to be sick and tired of being the paper girl?
i'm exausted
Aren't you?
I'm tired from the boys with heavy fingers
speaking to me
whenever they want to play with fire
so what?
maybe my doll face won't be called baby anymore.
I suppose I just got bored of being toyed with
Aolani Gartman Apr 2014
It's 11:11
I wish for you
I wish for happiness
I wish for your arms
I also wish for you to love me
You to kiss me
You to fall asleep next to me
I wish I could return your compliments
Return the love
I wish you knew you deserved better but more than that I wish you'll never leave
I need you yknow
I wish I wasn't this exausted
I wish it wasn't getting sucky again, like before
11:12
Rai Nov 2010
My mind is quiet

need for grounding

poetess in slumber

No thoughts pass between us

I will let her sleep now

My emotions have exausted her

Sleep humble lady of mine own creation

and thankyou for rising above

and teaching me how to fly.
Kole J McNeil Oct 2021
I grabbed the lighter off the counter
I walked outside
It was late
I was home alone that night
I sat on the side of the sand box in front of my house
My hand was shaking
I was exausted
I was stressed
I just needed something
Anything

I pull the Cigarette from the altoids tin I hid it in
I pull it up to my lips
I flick the ligter and a flame shoots up
I light the end and take a deep breath it
The end glows with red embers
Suddenly everything is quiet
I exhale blowing out the smoke
It's the last gohst of my inncoence that floats away
I take another breath in and am filled with a silent minds

My mind is finally quiter
After years of no stop chatter
All is quiet
I don't know how too keep them quiet without them. It was the first time I felt actually calm
Umi Oct 2018
A winter never ending,
Dance with me across these frozen fields under the starlit night,
In a land with no sun to rise, this dream will remain for eternity,
The crystal clear snow, fluffy almost playful is carried by a breeze,
Each shadow has a silver lining, each minute is beautifully shining,
When everything is asleep, it seems the envirorment is at ease,
Peaceful and quiet with no noise but the wind and the falling snow,
Yet the beauty of this world is being ignored, is it too cold to go out ?
There is no reason to be afraid of the dark, would you like to sleep with me tonight ? After all, I am your demon your other side,
This perfect world you projected within your imagination,
Can I burn it all to its remains ?
This is a wonderland where nightmares are crawling into despair,
There is no beginning to this kingdom of ice, nor is there an end,
You look tired as if it was hell, come to me and I will bring you to your utopia, all you have to do is to stop this madness.
That angered gaze of yours, why is it making me excited ?
Your steps are wiped away by the blowing, merciless wind,
These tired eyes of yours are too exausted to stay open,
For now let's say hello, my dear,
Have a good sleep.

~ Umi
welp, I tried.
Danielle Dec 2013
Quarantined is what I am,
Sitting here, waiting, urging on the dam,
This is a mistake, a futile scam,
Quarantined is what I am.
~

Quarantined, this is me,
Standing here for all to see,
I wish I could hide and run and flee,
Quarantined, this is me.
~

Quarantined, I am still here,
Exausted, quiet, but still not clear,
I have not yet shed a tear,
Quarantined, I am still here.
~

Quarantined, get me out!
I will scream and kick and shout!
I feel as though I will have a black-out,
Quarantined, get me out!
~

Quarantined, I am no more,
They type in the code and unlock the door,
I feel healthy to the core,
Sitting there for weeks of four,
Quarantined, I am no more.*
~

Quarantined, my Love is now,
I want back in, let me in somehow!
I want him out, I want him now!
Quarantined, my Love is now.
~

Quarantined, with hands upon glass.
I cannot win, I cannot surpass,
Your eyes stare at me, green as the greenest grass,
Quarantined, with hands upon glass.
~

Quarantined, he is to me,
They drag me away from his lifeless body,
I do not look,
This is too much to see,
*Quarantined, he is to me.
Hayley Dec 2014
He and I were Cat and Mouse,
drawn together in a deadly embrace

It could be proven deadly to only one of us
in the end

We switched roles, he and I.
I could be a chasing Cat, he a fleeting Mouse
or,
I could be a weak Mouse, he a dangerous Cat

Being the Cat - that was power,
but it went to our heads

Being the Mouse - that was vulnerability,
we both gave in.

Eventually,
we both became the Cat,
chasing to no avail.

We, then,
both became the Mouse, and
we both fell.

Exausted from running

From a cat that wasn't even there.
Useless Stardust Dec 2017
i can feel your arms wrap around me like a big soft blanket
your smooth fingers graze my head gently
the darkness of your cloak is so soothing as if the colors itself could envelope me
you smell of nothing only a soft scent of something fresh yet old
you whispher sweet nothings in my ear telling me to not let go
my eyes droop into the warmth
tired and exausted
but then i sense the scent of something sweet
my body awakens as something walks nearer
the warmth of a light drives away the comfort of the cloak
i feel bare yet warm
my eyes open again revealing a child who wears a yellow dress
barely reaching above their knees
it smiles at me
such happiness pours into me
i crack a smile
it holds a hand for me to take
i give it a finger its tiny hands grasp around it
pulling me somewhere
we begin to walk my eyes widening
i rip my finger from its grasp
it looks confused but i only shake a head my body trembles
i run back to the cloak
for its arms to devour me again
the familiar warmth kisses me as the process starts over again
the cloak whispers sweet nothings to me
like a mother comforting her child
she says
theres nothing for you but me
A-McIntyre Aug 2019
I take a jagged breath. Eyes closed. Facing the wall.
I squeeze tighter. "If you ignore it, it should go away".
My mattress shaking violently, like a earthquake is splitting the ground beneath me, threatening to drag me in.
Another jagged breath. It begins to rain. My pillow, now a desolate pool of ocean water, polluted by my thoughts.
I bury my nose deep between the eyes of sadness living in my bedroom.
"If you ignore it, it will surely go away". My mantra.
A hiccup from unsteady gasps.
The lights are not flickering, that's you shaking again.
I hope sometimes it would stop
So I try to ignore it
But deep down inside
I know if I didn't storm
I would never be exausted enough
for my brain to welcome sleep.
Karijinbba May 2020
A lifetime suffered a lost love be found wearing no mask
but lovers wore many
each time we crossed roads again.
Now a mandatory sinester splinter
requiring mask as chip to buy food,
is implemented overnight.

I was hunted down trashed for years
and wished I wore masks for safety. prayed long my enemies be isolated from staining my treasures with distrust.

dreamt to be loved regardless of race creed nationality or social status;
we all seem faceless prompting
equality but, are we just one race?
Are we really faceless underneath macabre fear stained masks?

Now everyone good and evil tastes a bit of their own enforced medicine
on locked down mode eat sleep
isolating themselves just like they did me
this offeres no justice no relief
This pandemic universal malady
seeing no class no status
our abodes or manssions are prisons prisons for our mind!
clipping our last freedom wings
we are so tired of wars after wars.
Louis Amstrong song
"What a Wonderful World"
just keeps popping in mind at
6:49 AM George Noory radio show
Have we surrendered our freedoms
for safety to live life free-less?
Do we then deserve any?

Isolated years endured has saved me from untimely death where enemies
ploted profiting from my demise.

I remain aware awake enough to understand there's a cat inside this
Pandora's box lid closed up quickly.
Governments hording many a secret
unreleased but what is the mystery?

The value of liberating truth
is the price placed on a lie
sold to us all for mare peanuts
to keep us asleep sheeply
masked obeying or else
face illness untimely death,
distrusting all even ourselves,
is the new way of life the big change.

Can the world ever trust anything
anyone entity government
friend family stranger?
We aren't cowards nor lack courage
we are exausted enough to give up
surely temporarily though
for the human spirit relentless is
resilient outwordly born free
like you, like me, like us.

ditch the masks accept no chips
Let's grab this weird dictatirial change
by it's ugly covert horns.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Karijinbba
05-11.2020
30 million unemployed Americans out of 360 million throughout North America Usa..
Skai Sep 2014
My friends are problematic.
I'm failing math.
I have two left feet,
and I'm awkward as hell.

My family fights a lot.
My father is gone.
My mom is a lunatic,
and I'm depressed.

I have scars.
I have a story to tell.
I'm not myself anymore,
and maybe someone better.

I'm always exausted.
I'm in love with a boy named Guy.
I hate myself,
and I'm tired of it.
Idk about the "in love" thing...****.
I didn't have anything else to put.
Rai Oct 2015
I see you
The one who runs from home
Child in arms

I see you
As others rant about their own safety
I see you
As you carry your child through dark forests and hostile countries
I see you
As others give food and rejoice at your safety
I see you
Sitting in detention centres waiting your fate
I see you
Sleeping under the stars
But it is not me that is important in your journey*
You hold the fear, the pain and the total desperation
You hold in arms your future
You watch those stars above you as you fall into an exausted sleep
I hope within you you can imagine a better place
I hope you see safety returning
I pray for your children that they will know peace
*I see you
bouhaouel zeineb Jan 2015
oh i'm just exausted
I care too much
but no one seem to care about me
God's Oracle Apr 2021
Eradication within a hollow abyss of such instinct... callibrating an insourmantable animallistic realization of a deeper defiled reconciled underlined evil lurking within...dominance of my debilitating disease...temptation to succumb to this numbing feeling...As if it all dissapears while I indulge into feeding my own agonizing addiction....something I keep feeding...tired of always fleeing not facing Life secluded within a snared trap of a battle am exausted from alliviating my feelings. I want to recuperate my sobreity, yet keep getting intoxicated to deal with inner dealings. Envelopped in tranquilizing my own self with destructive substances to hide this pain am living...slowly killing myself just to think am living.

As I contemplate at deconstructing my past...where did I go wrong Lord...is my Life even worth living?
The experiences I attain am NOT finding enjoyment at completing...
How the **** do I recover from this deep sadness am feeling?
Despair await me as my thoughts form this sentences am speaking
I ask myself the harshes questions...Is my Life to someone out there hold meaning?
Lord free me from this inprisonement am feeling...
Undersiedged and captivated am losing focus on how I ought to be living...
withstanding the problems I face with ******* toxins I keep utilizing when I desire to be quitting.
Rehab many say is the answer they keep pleading...yet cannot fully shut the door where old habits keep creeping...
Alone, conflicted and restless...am left when am dope feeding...
Is me, myself and I...who I ought to be healing...
In time...this will also dissapear
I just ask of thee Lord, let me make it out alive
Out crawl from this ticking time death-bomb I keep re-living.
Addiction Vs. Self
at night

i dream of your abscence

in the dark of the night

i am forced to participate in a sequence

of mad scenes

of a life in wich we are seperate

and no longer one clashing unity

on the insane stage of my mind

i see faces in the laughing audience

familiars from my past life

my mortal life

the life that i used to live

the life without you in it

i scream at them

i plead them to help me

to help me find you

to help me remember something

but they spit and grin

and i am forced to wander this brave new world

alone

but with you engraved upon my heart



somehow i find you

or something that reminds me of you

a figure that represents you

but it is distorted and ugly

it is a shadow

i present to this darkling

my undying love for you

but it is not you

so it cannot fathom the depths of my passion

my passion for you

my passion for us

so i turn away

and venture broken, and alone

into the wastelands



the imperators of my mind

the ones who rule my personal darkness

who sits on the amorphous throne

of my tormenting imagination

creates a dread barrier

seperating me from you entirely

for you are the stars

my stars...

the heavens have been chained

with a dark and terrible force

i am trapped here on this mortal soil

trapped on earth

while you await in the sky

but my love is strong

it is undefeated

i strike up at the skies

tearing a rift in the very fabric of space

i soar up towards you

like a lightning bolt from hell

while the earth crumbles and dies beneath us

i am coming
---------------------------
and i awake

you are right next to me

you always were

i was searching in vain

despairing in vain

my exausted breaths

gently touching you precious nape



i love you to death

so i kiss you

i kiss your frail body

i trace my tongue everywhere

i all the divine places upon you

you tremble beneath my masterly touch

like an exquisite instrument

designed specificaly for my hands

you tremble

i swallow you whole

and your waves drown in my ocean

i devour all of you

nothing tastes sweeter to me



then all is silent

you are pleased and happy

i am infringed still

a demon inside

waiting for you to reach out to me

as i reach out to you

i will wait forever

i will come to you

if you wish it

but i need to know you truly wish it

and when i know...
Hell-Loves-Blues Nov 2018
The weight of the world on her shoulders versus the pressure from her own mind is enough to make her shout out and scream, enough to break her beyond repair, its enough to destroy her from the inside out, people try to crumble her, tear her down under false pretense of "helping", they don't understand how easily help can turn into hurt,they always say "no one can love you until you learn to love yourself" I guess i'll never be loved then because i have been trying to love myself every day of my life with no success, "just do it" isn't easy with depression "get your attitude straight" isn't easy when you cant understand how you feel "it'll be okay" I know that! but anxiety is good at painting ugly pictures leaving you petrified. The feeling of impending doom that comes looming over you at the most random or the worst possible moments, the feeling of not wanting to get out of bed or even live some days, the feeling of driving everyone away because you distance yourself in order not to be a burden, no,no, not a burden, they say you arent a burden, your mind says differently though... heres the truth, youre never told about how badly it hurts when you pull yourself out of bed feeling so empty like you have this huge hole in your gut, it... its indescribable, this weight on your chest when you want to cry but you cant breathe, when it gets to much and you have no outlet and you want so badly to reach for that knife to take the pain away but you force yourself away, or the feeling that something will go wrong and you just want to hide, you cant trust anyone, you cant even trust yourself because WHAT IF! the feeling that you're slipping away again and you're trying so hard to hold it together, when your emotions drain and you feel like a shell of who you were, you want to scream out but you cant, you cant tell anyone how badly it hurts because you cant accurately describe whats going on in your mind, so you study until your mind spins, just trying to find the right **** words to say but nothing ever comes close to the pain you have inside, the frusteration of the random anger and sadness, the worry and hatred, the pure feeling of unadulterated insanity! You finally say something and break down in tears because its all too much but venting dosent make you feel any better so you lock yourself away, you cut yourself off from everyone because you dont want to be seen so broken down,  but that somehow makes it worse because you worry about everyone else, so you end up in an endless cycle, You tell yourself youre stronger, you can beat this, then the attacks come on and the flashbacks and you break again, youre exausted and feel like your at the end of your rope but yet you still hold on for everyone else, the doctors dont help and neither do the meds but you say they do, you say youre getting better but you arent, your dying and screaming inside but you dont let anything out, you hold your breath count to ten and try again, maybe one day this feeling will go away, youre fragile but resilient, you feel nothing and everything, you cant do this anymore but you have to... for everyone else, because you dont know how your story will end but it cant end now, not when it hasnt even gotten good yet, you cant let the deamons in your head win, not yet... not now... not this time...
write down my thoughts without erasing or corrections, post them annonomously. maybe this will help someone know they arent completely alone in this...
Mateuš Conrad Apr 2018
are you sure that we're supposed
to be buried in earth,
earth the closest we resemble
as ash...
             are you sure?
just wondering, because i've
just stopped looking through
my grandfather's rea ding glasses...
and what i saw through them...
was akin to having your eyes
open, underwater...
perhaps this whole one-size-fits-all
coffin packaging is great
to cut corners and run the treadmill...
hell, floating murk
of cremation on the Ganges...
if the druids were to be stirred...
the eyes of man,
  ought to be buried in the sea
or lake or river...
    the other body parts?!
dunno...
            because that would rob
me of the authenticity
of where I'd like my eyes to be buried...
or rather dropped into...
apart from the eyes and the brain...
i guess the druids would prefer
the modernised version of events,
given the progess of science...
    donor flesh...
               even the heart doesn't
exactly fit a burial worthy of
the earth... you could in earnest
bury a heart of a wild animal,
when performing a burial rite...
      but there's something
comical about the inverted necrophilia,
a higher tier of hue...
there is a dead man,
but a part of him is still living,
in another...
    hence my sour taste in,
peace be upon him, Christopher Hitchens'
atheism, banking on genes,
and an eternity solely via genes...
genes are but atoms...
      i see...
                 a heart of my calibre
beating for 10 more years in
a foreign body...
                and all this...
with the exausted poetic eucharist
of Christianity...
and before the techno-tenticle
explores...
         a complete inversion
of necrophilia...
         a subtleness of life...
         and the endless possibilities therein...
at least by cremation:
nothing is sacred, all is elemental...
not this, from dust you came,
but unto wax you shall return...
    Madame Tussauds *** doll
precursors, and a stag night joke
about ******* a helium sheep...
with all due respect,
peace be upon him,
there are more avenues to eternity,
than in the immediate sense,
atomist, procreation and the passing on
of genes...
           unless you are of course
a modern day Portuguese ****
with the no. 7 roy-al white...
less about prostitutes tier C,
   certainly not tier B (strippers and
the sugg'ah daddy teasers)...
    no, we're talking Gattaca ******...
tier A... surrogates.
Mr Xelle Sep 2015
The closet is open,
Im cleaning it out .
The waves of a problem... I'm tossing.

My heart isn't broken,
I just stitched my mouth
I'm tired of believing.. I'm exausted.

Causing  commotion,
I see I'm left out
Where am I driving...oh I'm trying.
I'm trying..
Who's driving?
Sneha shenoy Apr 2021
“Come on ! Pick up ur ****** pieces
Walk past your past!
Advancing into the future
Stronger should you be” * THUDDDD**

No where to go, Nothing to do,
Door shut straight on my face, Long I stood.

After the rains,
The rainbow is all that you see,
Oh you poor forgotten thunders !
And Long lost me!

Heavenly petrichor brings delight !
Also the Flashes of the past
The Futility of the venture
And deep scars that last.

Tumultuous downpour
Almost deafening my ears
Yet everything within stays so still
Darkness smeared, oh dear !

Rainbow curves on my lips
Exploding thunder in my heart
Broken pieces all fallen apart
Blurring my vision the tears that slips

Storm did teach the grass a firmer grip
They stand with their feet in dirt
And the rest of them in rain
Can they ? Naah! They can’t complain !

The exausted me repeats :
Rain rain go aaway
Comeback once I’m hurt again
Washing my heart off the pain !

-Rose
Amanda Sant'Anna May 2020
As I stared
Deeply in the eyes
Of my pain
Exausted
And I was ready to breathe my last breath
I told her
I am done being scared of you.
I am done running away.
She cried;
Her eyes so wide
And gave me a hug;
Her arms so desperate
In that exact moment,
My last moment,
I saw.
She was never a monster.
mike Oct 2015
my head lays in my hands.

it must be exausted.

my neck
must be
somewhere
off in the distance.
me
here

she left
me there

where
am
i

the ice
cream cone
cries
why
why
why

why
my

concrete
makes me
bleed
she
picks me up

my cone exausted
she licks me
my cold
death
is
what
she found
?




















...
..
.
learn
what
to
...
..
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