Jacob Traver Sep 2015
They -- fall
Slowing down sight
I draw closer and closer
Then --
Flutter to stay awake and realize I'm not ready for this
I'm not yet able to enter that dark place of meditation
-- But
I feel it coming more swiftly
My heavy eyes falling
With every
Last shutter
No -- yes
Captain Trips May 2015
The weight of these words
rolling around in my head
are breaking my neck
one thought at a time.
What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow:
What are brief? today and tomorrow:
What are frail? Spring blossoms and youth:
What are deep ? the ocean and truth.
How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
Everything cold and merciless,
And even the beloved, clear
Stars look desolately down,
Since I learned in my heart that
Love can die.
Revan Thrashin Oct 2014
Beautiful to me
Despite what others say
We were meant to be
Together we are free

Oh, how she longs for me
I for her
Our love has the power
To move heaven and earth

If only they could see
How much she means to me
Rather than giving love
They treat her with resent

Whatever comes
I will defend
No matter what they try
My love will stand

They can't stop us
Let them try
For heavy metal
I will die
I love Heavy Metal. It's my true and ultimate passion.
Lily Smith Jun 2014
Heavy eyelids,
Sleepless nights,
Trying to fill a void within,
Cold toes,
socks on,
A stranger settles in
Flattened out like paper.
Words written, without sense.
Squished from the pressure,
And pulled too far to stretch.
This weight is immense,
These breathes are short,
These papers are thin,
Too thin to sort.
I've waken up to the crushing pain.
In ever bit of who I am that day.
Heavy heavy heart, it stays.
Heavy heavy life this way.
Ava Bean Apr 2016
In my Prada purse, I carry my heavy medical textbook
I carry an extra tube of my MAC lipstick in Russian Red
I carry a comb
A clear nail polish topcoat
And a bottle of eye drops that I avoid using because it makes my mascara run.

In my wholesome home, I have glossy tiled bathrooms
Pristine, crisp, snow white curtains
Organic, citrus scented cleansers
Granite counter tops
And large mahogany desks.

In my hollow heart I cradle my worries of a straying spouse,
My anger towards the anonymous administrator
My notions of a sneaky baba
My choking OCD
My crippling debt to a vile man
And the breaking weight of having to shield my children from all that goes on behind locked doors.
A character perspective of "Lillian" from the book "Trafficked" by Kim Purcell
shosho Rea Oct 2014
Heavy Heavy Heavy.
Breathe kid, take it steady.
Don't rush the pain, you're not ready.

"It hurts like hell though,
It consumes my breathing and kills my thinking.
It called out my demons."

Heavy Heavy Heavy
Breathe kid, take it steady.
Be strong, suck it in, become a lady.
Don't let it consume you...
Not now.

" I can't bear but let it destroy me.
My mind departed.
My thoughts are separated.
I can't help but burn.
I'm tormented, brought down by myself."

Heavy Heavy Heavy.
Breathe kid, take it steady.
Kenshō Oct 2014
They dart with illusioned purpose,
I alone, am distant and far.

They speak on trivial affairs,
I alone, speak not of the obvious.

They delude intelligence,
I alone, can say no more.

What it is I feel,
Never could be construed.

I can offer no consolation
for those tied and unwilling.

This blind expansion of
unnamable multiverse
weighs heavy, might I say.
honor Aug 2013
speculation pulls down on the body
the quick switch into panic, akin to the comedic drop of an anvil
when you realise that things aren't as simple as they seemed
it's amazing that you could even be shocked

but when has anything ever been simple?
what else is life to you but a riddle?
the questions which rush through your brain
sweeping you off your feet and onto the gravel

curiosity lunges at you, hungry and ready to feed
to claim another life, to rip each "what if?" out from your curled fists
you should have already known the murders it is capable of
but you would never take the proverb literally, would you

"things are the way they are, because they are"
do not lie back in the mud and be defeated
pull the mystery apart, unravel the string with your mighty claws
seize the day and avenge the cat
curiosity can kill a cat but maybe you'll survive
Press again,
Wait for mistake,
Prepare for complaints,
Apply mute,
Press softer,
Vibrations muffled,
No resonance,
No sustain,
The keys just as solid,
Still heavy,
Less inviting,
Forced away,
Close lid,
Eleanor Rigby May 2015
I am tired of carrying my body.
It's heavy, really heavy.

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