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Joss Lennox Apr 14
A million different jobs.
A million different personas.
As an adult, it's hard knowing,
"what you want to be when you grow up."
While considered "normal" in your twenties,
not so much in your thirties and beyond.
In a world that's consistently changing from one day to the next,
why aren't we allowed the same respect?
We, as parents, wear many hats in order to provide,
they label it multitasking, we're doing it to survive.
Trial and error is the only way to truly be happy in life,
otherwise you're just committed to a career you despise.
That doesn't make one irresponsible, just more knowledgeable.
Two things can be true; you can have a stable career,
and still be a writer on the side.
You can follow your dreams,
and still support your family.
I wrote this about a time I was criticized for waiting to be in my 30's, deciding to work on becoming a writer/poet still working another job while being a wife and mother. Though, I feel like most of us have a job and creative outlets. We don't always figure out who we are or what we want to do in our twenties or younger. Some of us don't have the privilege. Best not to judge, when you don't know the circumstance.
Larry B Jan 2011
Embraced by the silence that pierces my soul
My shadow, my only friend
Aimlessly I wander this barren place
Not knowing where my path might end

My scars are the burdens that weigh me down
A silent reminder of pain
My reason for living remains out of sight
Too broken to ever complain

The winds often whisper my name in the night
I follow where ever it leads
The darkness inhales my will to survive
Ignoring my wants or my needs

These walls of destiny impede my view
My judgement now cloudy and tired
The decisions I make are the product of fate
A reason, no longer required

My future is hollow, its echo unclear
As I stumble back into the night
No promises made, my hope held captive
I pray, that I soon find the light

No where to turn, no where to hide
I write to set my soul free
These voices unclear I follow a ghost
This shadow called destiny
CautiousRain Mar 2017
Stay with me, somehow,
and see the world as I see it,
pretty and dreary,
though more dead than alive,
and squint your eyes into the sizzling desert,
riddled with hollow bones,
and look further to the flowering cacti;
then maybe you would see me reflecting back
in its fruit and know that it is my life;
I tempt death's grip,
but he cannot reach one so destined to survive
regardless of such extremes of hot and cold
or of such arid landscapes,
but I musn't sip at the clouds searching for water,
and maybe I'd admit I've tried,
so stay with me, somehow,
and discover me for yourself.
okay so maybe I am in a bad state but at least I haven't died yet
Tori Jan 2018
Someone once explained to me
How time is a manmade thing;
That there are no real measures of its limits
That time: past, present, future,
Time never dies but it only keeps creating
And somewhere in that time
We are still alive, living in the moments
That our present self believes we’ve lost
And wishes we could get back to.
We are still alive in those moments
As if we are living them for the first time still
Something in that makes me feel better.
That there’s still a place that exists,
and is as real as you and me now
where we are still fully alive and still unbroken
A place in time that doesn’t know what it feels like, yet
To have to live and breathe in a world without her
And it’s not all dead and gone;
It’s happening right now for the first time still.
If love could have saved you,
You would have lived forever.
On most days this truth eases my heart
In another point in time, at this very moment-
You are smiling on my porch
You are knocking on my door
You are learning how to play guitar with me
We’re blowing up the microwave in your kitchen
Because we put a fork in the cup of noodle
And then you forgot to add water
We’re at another party your parents are throwing
Singing Britney Spears on karaoke
In another point in time, you are outside
Sitting on the tailgate
And I can hear your laugh
As if it’s for the very first time, and not the last
Suddenly twelve years doesn’t mean anything.

I remember you were always surrounded
By all the people that thought you were beautiful
But no matter how many times they could have told you
Still you would have never known
I remember you being so excited
For chicken and waffles on Valentine’s Day
Only to leave me the day before

Cause sometimes life is *******
And the memories aren’t so sweet
And they are not light, but heavy as ****
Sometimes I don’t ******* feel better
Sometimes instead, it’s hollowness and nightmares
It’s coming home from Denny’s
To flashing blue and red screaming sirens
And a lifetime left with unanswered questions.
I still remember the numbing, desperate pain
On the face of a father frozen in the middle of the street
As they took your door and called it evidence
Because his little baby girl tied a rope around the back of it
After she pretended all day that “everything’s okay”
The noose around your neck
Became the knots in my stomach that could never come untied
I remember the place, and I remember the time
I remember the tears on the couch
Streaming from everyone’s eyes
Your baby brother, repeatedly saying
She’s going to make it, she’s going to make it
Trying to keep you alive
As they revived you six times throughout the night
Only to say in the morning that you weren’t still there inside
Even after you squeezed with your hands
When the pastor asked if you could hear him
They let you go that morning and everyone lied
Was that you fighting to survive?
Or were we just fighting to keep you
As you were still fighting to die?
They let you go and everyone lied
For years, everyone lied to me
I never got to say goodbye

That night of February 12th turned into 12 years
12 years suddenly becomes an eternal hell of time
Time that’s just standing still
I remember two weeks as if it was yesterday
I remember the nothingness that was left
I quickly learned what the **** depression was
When it took my best friend
It’s the way that I couldn’t bring myself to go to your funeral
It’s all the whispers about you at school
And then the way everyone just forgot and started living again
While I spent years just completely standing still
It’s the times I couldn’t feel my own feet walking
It’s how I couldn’t cry
It’s the weeks after you died when I finally felt
Everything- all at once
And suddenly I can’t breathe or move my legs
Without them buckling beneath me
It’s the way they left your room exactly the same until they moved
Because they never could face it; we never could face it
It’s the way the only person that could hear me
Was a broken mother through the comments of your myspace
When years later, I still wanted to tell you about my day
As if you could have really heard me
It’s how I tried letting go
Just to always take it back
It’s how I tried to release it by drowing myself
In anger, in substance, or self-inflicted pain
It’s how I still can’t eat some days
Without feeling like I’m going to be sick
It’s how I sometimes can’t feel
You, myself, anyone, or anything
Or that I sometimes feel it all too much
All at once it Just. Wont. Stop.
It’s mornings over a decade later
When I still didn’t know how to talk about this
And I’m barely strong enough to write
When the first time words, and pen, and paper
Are not strong enough to ease the pain.
I’m not strong enough to get out of bed
To beg for somebody to please just ******* hold me
It’s knowing what it feels like to **** myself
While still staying alive
Yet sometimes wondering what it would really feel like
To be certain I won’t have to wake up
It’s the question that can never be answered
How did you feel the seconds before it stopped?
It’s that no matter how happy I am or how good life gets,
It might never be enough to ever rid this aching from my chest
Because I still can’t save you
And on some days I can’t even save myself
And that’s not enough
It’s not enough

In a better time, If love could have saved you,
You would have lived forever.
But my mind is in a place, reminding me that I can’t save everyone
I can’t handle the idea of not trying, or just thinking, and wondering
If maybe love is not enough to save someone
It makes me feel so entirely hopeless that it’s like losing you
Over and over again, every day that I feel this way

When you ended your aching, you started mine
When you killed yourself,
Xochitl, Did you know you were killing me too?
They say that time heals all wounds
But when I think about the time, it only gets worse
When they said that time heals all wounds
Did they even know what pain like this was like?
How have I spent a longer time aching without you
Than the 8 years I actually had you
I think about where you would have been today
That’s the **** that ***** my head up most
Did you know 16 was the oldest you would ever be?
Did you already know today, that this would be your last birthday?
I have searched for you in everything,
Everyone I have met, everywhere I have went
And I could never find you
Yet when I run from you, I see you everywhere

Someone please explain to me again,
How time is a manmade thing.
Remind me that there’s better days
This reality in time has turned into a prison, one I don’t want my mind to be in
But still don’t quite know how to escape from
Maybe this too shall pass
But maybe this too shall ******* last forever
Would someone just please ******* hold me?
Somebody please
Just something-


Someone once explained to me how time is a manmade thing
And suddenly 12 years doesn’t mean anything.
I will be present tomorrow, but today,
Today, I only want to be in the moments that you are alive
It’s okay to not be okay


Somehow, I still believe love could save anyone
That love will someday save everyone
I still believe that tomorrow is a better day
Although tonight, I am sinking
I still believe with hopes as high as dreamers
Although my heart has been shattered
Although it took four months for me to find the strength and hope to finish writing this
I still believe, somehow, someday
I will never again be a prisoner of my own mind
That though I might never know
The reasons or the answers
This pain, one day, will heal
I still believe.
Somewhere in time you are still here with me;
Somewhere in time I am whole again.
It’s okay to not be okay-
I still believe I will get there,
I still believe.
Axion Prelude Apr 2021
I'm beginning to lose myself. You caught me at the edge of something, I found you mourning your soul out.

All I want is to make it out on the other side, where or whenever that is.  

I'm beginning to lose faith in the rest of everything, and I've been sinking incredibly fast.

You saw me near my deepest point. We were moments away from never knowing anything at all..

I became displaced by the very things I've always needed most: people. I became disillusioned from it, literally. I started to become numb again.

I simply want to find home, I've never had that.

I sent songs that I had hoped could speak for me. I believe music is my last chance to convey anything meaningful, anymore. But, more than ever, even the wonders and visions I used to get when listening; that feeling, it's gone too, and I don't know how much longer it would continue to be anything pleasant, or meaningful to me, or even felt at all.

I'm struggling, caught between the lines of the sky above and the water below as the waves keep grasping at my neck and twisting my body down to the bones like I was designed to slip into that darkness underneath.

Im fighting myself to not become entirely numb and mute. I'm fighting to simply not give up on everything, and everyone, including myself.

I'm fighting to survive, when before it was an idle battle. This is the end of that strife, the last battlefield I'll step on, because I'm tired; my soul is so exhausted and dense with the misery that others wrought from themselves and put into me; I'm sad, ridden with holes as empty as the space between my silhouette and my shadow

I'm staggering here on this empty field looking for any semblance of a visage or sign of who and what is entirely, and only; and utterly on my side; a clear design of something that not only would want to give me hope, but could instill it; because without just that, I know this war is already lost..
Jaishree Garg May 2014
I feel like an empty vessel
Staggering by the shore
I’ve lost my way like an orphan wind
I don’t see a way through.
I don’t see a door.

I need an anchor,
An anchor, to help me stay adrift.
I need a compass.
A compass, to guide me to exist.

Don’t leave me dangling.
Come now love, guide me to you!

I’m standing right where you left me waiting
Waiting, for life to happen.
Don’t keep me waiting anymore
Give me a chance to fend for.

Come, steer me with your grace.
As I lie here in dreams awake,
Be my light, my clearer vision.
Make the emptiness go away.
Be my lover, a convincing reason.

Come fill me up with an appetite for life
Don’t let the emptiness devour me
Give me a bearing,
A tool to survive.

Don’t leave me with my demons.
Come now love, guide me to you!

I need an anchor,
An anchor, to help me stay adrift.
I need a compass.
A compass, to guide me to exist.

I’ve been tried, I’ve been misled!
Come, undo my bungled attempt.
To reach out, I raised my hand
But, I’m falling down instead

Be my anchor, my cornerstone
Bring me ashore, let me come through
Be my compass, influence me
Come now love,
Guide me to you!
It's true, we're all a little insane
But it's so clear now that I'm unchained

Fear is only in our minds
Taking over all the time
Fear is only in our minds
But it's taking over all the time

You poor sweet innocent thing, dry your eyes
And testify
You know you live to break me, don't deny
Sweet sacrifice

One day I'm gonna forget your name
And one sweet day you're gonna drown in my lost pain

Fear is only in our minds
Taking over all the time
Fear is only in our minds
But it's taking over all the time

You poor sweet innocent thing, dry your eyes
And testify
You know you love to hate me, don't you honey
I'm your sacrifice

I dream in darkness
I sleep to die,
Erase the silence,
Erase my life.

Do you wonder why you hate?
Our burning ashes blacken the day
Are you still too weak to survive your mistakes?
A world of nothingness, ******* away

You poor sweet innocent thing, dry your eyes
And testify
You know you live to break me, don't deny
Sweet sacrifice
Tamurray Mar 2014
A Godless generation
Seemingly hopeless situation
All these poets throwin words but you can't find the relation
Lets not fight over pigmentation
Of the body thought mishapen
But is beautiful as ever
No man has ever been that clever
Not in his greatest endeavors
To out do the heavens
Or attempt the deadly sevens
And survive without a single prayer
Muttered over his five o clock chin hair
Without skippin a beat
Each deadline red line flat line God meets
Because he believes in you and me
So why can't we see
That it was He
Who made this beauty
Everything it's turned out to be?
Dear mistreated past,
I am so sorry
I treated you this way
I was confused
and had not meant to cause your heart abuse
I have always loved you
and I was distant
I know
I cannot fathom your hurt
and I played mind games
this I understand
and all the while you never did demand
and I'd unintentionally insult
and ignore you
But I was insecure
and these feelings for you
made me afraid
It's dangerous to have these emotions
at such a young age
I would leave and come back
constantly
But can't you see
how you haunt me
and I know I cruelly used you the last time I was here
and am dating someone new
but still I never got over you
And how I would push and make you cry
I am so so sorry for wasting 4 years of your life
and making you watch "The Comebacks" with me that one time
I apologize for all the pressure I always pushed onto you
and for never taking the time to see things through
Please forgive me for giving you
pain
and
grief
For leaving without goodbyes
For all those sweet spoken lies
For the confusion you went through
I will never get over you
or forgive myself for things I have done
and things I didn't do
And you will find someone who is worthy of you
and I will be a miserable sack of ****
here thinking of you
You will make me regret all my life
and I will always mourn killing what never really
had a chance to survive and thrive
You will find true love
while I waste others time
You will be happy
and your sorrow, and hate, and love for me
will die*

Are all the things I wish you said to me.
Copyright © 2010 Jacqueline Ivascu
Nathan Pival Dec 2015
My body aches
My mind is tired
I wonder if this amount of work
Will let me
Reap what I sow?

I put my time in but now I expect it back
I've given you my time
Quality time
But what have you given me?
Just enough to get by
And survive?

Life isn't fair
But I expect respect
I only have so much patience
And you are trying it
Really, you are

If you disrespect me one more time
I'm gonna hit you so hard
Your own mother won't recognize you

I will put you in your place

I will talk down to you like the little man you are

Not that I expect you to learn anything
Or change your selfish ways
But it will make me feel better

If Karma's a *****
Then she's on my side this time
You've got it coming
It will be from the blindside
Ivy Rose Jan 2015
This is something very hard.
Something I hold inside.

This is something very pure.
Which makes it hard to hide.

Tell me why they do this?
Why they force us both to lie?

When it's their own fears they've implanted,
Into all of their own minds.

For there are those who do not know me,
And there are those who try.

But for the sake of those below me,
Our love should never die.

Oh then kiss me my sweet angel,
As we are sent to our demise.

For this beautiful lie I hold within me is ready now,
To fly.

And before we go,
I make it so that happiness survive.

Poor foolish souls they did not know,
Our love is our only lie.


(i.r)
Agnes de Lods Apr 10
We’re getting on this streetcar
without our permission.
Deciding every single day,
not to get out, just to survive,
until the next stop, the next breath.

Let’s pretend to be naive,
when the absurdity of norms
pushes us to follow the one-way track.

Please, look around,
see through rose-colored glasses,
how beautiful it could be!
Everything would seem easier
and more tolerable.

In this magical place,
we once called wishful thinking,
all the stars spark at night,
the rainbow shines all day!

Why must we be so practical,
when stray pieces intertwine,
forming a cohesive and unique whole?

Passing silently, unnoticed,
in the city of unseen lines,
in the depth of our hearts,
we dream that this tale
could end happily.

We, all Passengers,
craving more space
spreading our wings,
we are trapped in small cages.

In the streetcar called
Bare Existence
until the last trip,
until the last call,
we wish only
to be unconditionally accepted.
Marina Neal Nov 2017
sew my lips into a smile
and take away these lids
now that i’m an adult
i need to stay awake
whatever i don’t need or want
just give it to the kids

there seems to be a problem here
i’m still not feeling right
this smile hurts
my eyes are dry
and i don’t much like to cry
by trying to survive, now i cannot get a wink at night.

~MN
Julian Dorothea Apr 2012
I’m talking to you
in my head

been cultivating this shyness
since I was three years old

talking to inanimate objects

painted smiles, rubber-skinned
metal frames
turning wheels

the family minivan kept me company
as mountains rose and fell
like held breaths
let go.
playing games with pregnant raindrops
rolling down the glass
obsessed with the shark’s fin triangle
the wipers could not
reach.

I’m obsessing over seeing you.

always trying to be invisible
your eyes beginning to skim past I,

they didn’t used too.

“The voices that once spoke love
but did not mean love.”

the withered rose living
in the trash,
abandoned friends in the attic
forgotten songs
unfinished books

I am the forgotten
I am the abandoned
I am the left behind

cobweb-and-cotton-dust-collector
the silence connoisseur
I wear loneliness like an unwashed favorite shirt

If I die
Will you read this?
Does anyone else think such things
or is Tonio Kroger my only brother?

I am Kafka’s cockroach,
everyone is waiting for me to die
or to change into what you want me to be.

my name will not be in the history books
by the time my children’s children will have children
I am no one.

Everything fades in this world
like whiteboard-marker on acetate lives.

Desolate corners and garbage
tell stories
art is vandalism, vandalism is art.
and people wear diamonds but they are worth nothing.
and babies inherit their father’s eyes.

I am not yours.

You are not mine.
Isn’t ownership objectification?
If a man owns a clock
does the clock own the man?

Let’s be
money and greed
or
greed and suffering.
one cannot survive
without…

Let’s be
the mismatched pyramids
of wealth and population
form a parallelogram
like bricks on an unstable wall
never falling down.
Allan Mzyece Nov 2016
It is normal for a demon to attack you; late at night,
but when it happens during day time, you gotta tell them you got a heart attack!

Brain's Bursting, My demons keep on laughing, They got me shouting,
Depression's haunting and I just gotta jump off a mountain
The answer is always Hell or Heaven,
but what is the question?!
WHY AM I RUNNING?
WHY AM I LIVING?
WHY DO I WANNA SURVIVE?
WHY DO I WANNA BE LOVED?

There is simply no reason,
I WAS MADE WHO I AM, BY DEPRESSION AND THESE DEMONS
sorry for not being a better man!

It is normal for a demon to attack you; late at night,
But When it happens during day time, you better ******* RUN AND HIDE!
Ann P Oct 2017
Today marks the day
I realize something about myself
Something that i wish it wasnt true
Something that I never imagined for me to have an issue with
Something unexpected that could affect the rest of my life
I thought I could handle it
I thought everything was gonna be alright
I thought it was no big deal
I thought i would never be that girl
that girl who trusted his "live the moment, because this wont last forever" words
the girl who lived up to his "why afraid of the future when we can hold each other right now" words
that girl who put faith in his "even in the end it will hurt. it will all be worth it" words
that girl who believed that she was too young to know about forever
that girl who cared too much
that girl who loved too deep
that girl who spent months or years to move on

But i was that girl
And he made me realize that
love is not for a moment
love is forever

and I should not play with love
because i barely survive my first heartbreak

and i just realized it now
I am the girl who should love
a guy who knows about forever
Sia Jane Aug 2014
I wish it was possible
   to measure
the intangible
   feelings of truth
   words of raw lived
emotion
    as you sat
holding
     that which was
at once
     body
             mind
                     soul.
Listening
     to a
           heartbeat, I dared
letting go for
           the risk
of
all
    I believed would,
hold all my gold.
To never forget,
     remembering the
                  f
                    a
                  ­    l
                       l

of love,
    gently caressing
soft faces
       as diamond eyes
shone,
      sinking
        anchored souls held
                 captive,
to Cupid's bow,
                  spearing on
deadly kisses, fists
        torturing winged broken
           sparrow, delicate,
as the petals,
        butterflies so lightly
touch,
        resisting & enduring elements.
& I go back to,
        why my human
                   capacity for
        suffering is so
meager?
when
        rose petals
                   deadly thorns,
I too posses.
       & I wonder
how even a beheaded
rose,
       the essence of
it's whole being
stripped,
       does survive,
                 ripped, parted,
       separated.
Because, my flesh,
thorns & shell
remains; my heart,
        soul,
as delicate as roses
        red petals,
is trusted to live
on
also.
& when you too,
took the best of me,
the beauty of all,
         I am; for now
I am as
dead, void & empty,
         as the once
flowering plant.
Except you'll always
posses, the delicate
          in me, never
                  allowing re-blossom
for I am
          now gone.
This rose plant,
survived the harsh
         weathering, but
we all finally
          wilt; therefore dying.

© Sia Jane
weinburglar Mar 2015
A six-legged Asian cockroach just washed up on American soil, and it can lay eggs on ice.

Roaches are infamous for the myth that they're one of the few species that could survive an atomic bomb. It's not science, but even Adam Savage and his gang of Myth Buster's say it's beyond myth: a human croaks after ten minutes of exposure to 1,000 units of cobalt 60. But for roaches, 10% of their population survives after exposure to 10,000 rads - hell, it's better than zero.

This new species is the most evolutionarily persistent thing ever - if surviving means anything, it win's life on earth, hands down.

But I'd rather be a monkey.

We **** up and **** ourselves everyday. We slip and **** ourselves with power tools, or smash our fists into soccer referees and manslaughter oops ****.  We shoot ourselves off of propulsion equipment to see what happens.  Bone-crunching splatter ****.

From 100 feet up, we look like ******* mad men.

But the roach shows up carefully and gets **** done with nasty perseverance. The roach with vapid speech and wide eyes, glued to efficiencies and body armor.

To exist plainly - to work, eat. and sleep - is done best by roaches. Success is a cockroach.
wyatt rabbit Jun 2014
You changed me.
You made me better.
You gave me back my sanity -
     you became it.
I didn't need drugs to get away. I needed you.
I escaped to you. And felt safe and free again -
but like never before.
I was getting high without coming down
     and I craved it.
I had no more reasons to search for escapes
and I had no more excuses to defend my findings.
I had to quit everything else
and survive on you
because I had let myself become addicted
and I didn't care
I wasn't scared.
I felt sane again
and it was all thanks to
                                  you.


*s.mndi
"Sometimes becoming drug free has less to do with addiction and more to do with
sanity."
Shane Koyczan
Kasaundra Watta Oct 2010
Left alone to survive
in a world, unsurvivable
graspin onto anything
knowing life is faint, is undeniable
trying deeply to put faith
toward something unrealiable

stepping closer to something
shining very black and dank
stooping apon a ledge, trying
to think, but drawing a blank
when your whole body goes numb
and all reasonable thoughts have sank

when pullin you closer
to the black darkness starts,
and once you fall to your death
your world is suddenly ripped apart
while your body goes pale
you realize you have no beat to your heart
Inspired By {Papa Roach(:}
King Nov 2018
Deathly hollow eyes staring black
Pupils dilated in the abyss
Autopilot is all that’s left
Thoughts flooded of final bliss

Overdosed on emotions
Versatile and utterly unnecessary
My heart is empty but not broken
This feeling is so familiarly scary

This is what I felt in the absence of you
The disappearance of first love
My walls surrounded me, deathly blue
And all was drained from above

Panic and fear is all that’s missing
Manic is the replacement now
My heart wont stop cooing and singing
For the final leap, the last bow

Living in the moment is fright
Terrifying, my soul shivers and breaks
To even imagine going through the night
Without the hope of climbing free

This feeling is what was left,
Its sneaked back into my heart
Unwanted its slowly tearing me apart
And I hope I survive the climb back
The climb back is me
The absence of you,
The realization is what brings
Back me from the absence of me

From being cast to the dark
Torn apart, and nonexistent
From all you left I spark
The climb is what I live through
Gia Lim Mar 2015
Perhaps I should try again
Walk on the path I fell once
Perhaps I should go on again
Swim on the ocean I drowned once

What do you think should I try again?
Life has been so mean to me since then
What do you think should I go on again?
It deeply ruined everything then

Sighs* I should try one more
Just wanna die alive
I should go on one more
Just wanna kick and survive!
Ky Jan 2012
how can this hurt?
                -its unbearable.
how can i cope?
               -no where to turn.
can this be dealt with?
              -only one way.
how can i survive
             -bleed out.
this seems to grim.
             -its unbearable.
i'm giving in.
             -no where to turn.
give me the evidence.
              -only one way.
of this pain i'm in.
              -*bleed out.
Alexandra Belle Sep 2015
Never. The answer is plain and simple and it has been staring you in the face this whole time. Love will never cease to hurt because love cannot survive without pain -- because love is sacrifice. There are days when it will hurt less and days when it will hurt more. There will be days when you forget what love is like and days you’ll feel every inch of your heart fill with it. You cannot run from love nor can you hide from it. It will find its way to you whether you like it or not. Pain is the same. Sometimes it is there simply to hurt you, other times it is there to remind you that you can feel something.  Love and pain are meant to coexist, one cannot be without the other.

*- a.b.
Pretty Panic Oct 2014
i find that sometimes in the midst of feeling like i am
alright
something creeps up the back of my neck like a
tidal wave of anticipation that tastes sour like the church wine
i've only had once
in a time when i was too young to realize that
it's only for those that believe
i find that i am
philisophically bound to repeat the
same things
over and over
and over and
over and over
until it's all just bleeding words
and gaping fingerprint spaces
and maybe that means that you were never right for me
or maybe it means that you've gone and
left me incomplete
i can't tell if being able to survive without you now
means i'm falling into a glacier of used-to-be
tailspining break-me-jaggedly affection that somehow
is subdued yet no less disasterous
i hold myself to the achingly high standard of being able to be fine
all on my own
yet still expecting someone to somehow know
that i need them
to hold my hand and press the tears from my eyes with their weathered thumbs
rain is the only weather i ever feel safe in
and in my eyes there are black rings around blue rings around white
feelings of being lost in the mindset
that i am no more than the flower at the end of field
forgotten and left to the wind for no other reason than because
my distance makes me undesirable
i am shaking shifting shattering stinging slipping stumbling stuttering still
wrapped in words of endlessly undefinition
sighing like god himself has pressed a hand too hard to my ribs
pressed myself out of my lungs and snatched my spirit around the neck
not even my shadows can breathe in the dark
of never-finding-the-exit hallways and tripping-through-hours staircases
i am dash-dash-dash-dash-dash-dash-dash-dash
take a pair of scissors to my theories with your unwavering
slash-slash-slash-slash-slash-slash-slash-slash
no trembling breaths no warm gentle touch no proof for myself no belief
in the surroundings of my brain
i am lost in the week like i am lost in my weight
the numbers keep shifting and they never go up never go up never go up
i waited so long to be small like the small people who always got the love
that i knew would never be meant for me
small like the amount of time i am fearless
small like the things that i wished to be
and now that i am small it seems that small is all i can be
i take it back take it back take it back all the way to that january morning in the
dentist waiting room when i first declared my wish
take it back take it back take it back
like the moment your fingers slipped through mine took me back to the first time
i got to understand what it means to drip drip drip
overwhelming desire
i would have kissed you that night only if you had whispered the want for it
in my mouth
but there is a deeply rooted problem in my branches that has stemmed not from the earth
but from the people taking care of my limbs
and leaves and sometimes they forget that i am a tree and maybe the reason
the dead things decay is because only when left abandoned do we really
start to understand what it means to fade
or maybe like words fingers run over they die simply from the weight
of love never ceasing
i have so many disconnected theories and maybe the reason i don't know how to understand
myself is because
i am a cause and effect action and reaction question and answer statement and reply all
rolled into a chest with ribs that are too small to cage the
confusion overflowing from inside
when i say i am a tidal wave i do not mean that i am good to catch a surf
i mean i am wipe-out-your-world-in-five-seconds-flat terrifying
do not rest easy on my shores
i have no idea how to swim and i would never
ask you to drown with me
I’d swear a monster lived in the hall
Of the house when I was young,
Just like the tiger under the bed
I could see when they were gone,
For I could hear him climbing the stair
When the house was fast asleep,
I knew he roamed around and about
When the stairs began to creak.

And then he’d enter my bedroom and
He’d re-arrange my toys,
That’s how I knew he disliked me, he
Kept all his tricks for boys.
He never bothered my sister, or
Disturbed her dolls and things,
Her bedroom was like a sanctuary
For her necklaces and rings.

He’d hide in all of the daylight hours
So he’d not be seen by them,
The others, who would make fun of me
When I warned them all again:
‘You wait, he’s going to take you out
He will catch you unawares,
You won’t be able to scream or shout
When he comes, and climbs the stairs.’

The winter months were both damp and cold
And the woodwork creaked and groaned,
It shrunk and stretched, it was getting old
And it hid the monster’s moans.
So I hid down by the bannister
And I tied a string across,
To trip him when he would climb the stairs,
I would teach the monster loss!

A storm was raging outside that night
And the wind howled through the trees,
The back door opened and flapped a lot
And let in a winter breeze,
I heard my father run down the stairs
And an awful cry and crash,
Then silence settled and fed my fears
Where the bannister was smashed.

I thought the monster was gone for good
With the service come and gone,
I thought he couldn’t survive that crash
And the crematorium,
But barely a week had passed us by
And the stairs began to creak,
So I placed a candle under the stair
And the place burned for a week.

David Lewis Paget
Iraira Cedillo Mar 2014
I never claimed night fathered me.
that was my dead brother talking in his sleep.
I keep him under my pillow, a dear wish
that colors my laughing and crying.

I never said the wind, remembering nothing,
leaves so many rooms unaccounted for,
continual farewell must ransom
the unmistakable fragrance
our human days afford.

It was my brother, little candle in the pulpit,
reading out loud to all of earth
from the book of night.

He died too young to learn his name.
Now he answers to Vacant Boat,
Burning Wing, My Black Petal.

Ask him who his mother is. He'll declare the birds
have eaten the path home, but each of us
joins night's ongoing story
wherever night overtakes him,
the heart astonished to find belonging
and thanks answering thanks.

Ask if he's hungry or thirsty,
he'll say he's the bread come to pass
and draw you a map
to the twelve secret hips of honey.

Does someone want to know the way to spring?
He'll remind you
the flower was never meant to survive
the fruit's triumph.

He says an apple's most secret cargo
is the enduring odor of a human childhood,
our mother's linen pressed and stored, our father's voice
walking through the rooms.

He says he's forgiven our sister
for playing dead and making him cry
those afternoons we were left alone in the house.

And when clocks frighten me with their long hair,
and when I spy the wind's numerous hands
in the orchard unfastening
first the petals from the buds,
then the perfume from the flesh,

my dead brother ministers to me. His voice
weighs nothing
but the far years between
stars in their massive dying,

and I grow quiet hearing
how many of both of our tomorrows
lie waiting inside it to be born.
By Iraira cedillo
Sonal Mishra Oct 2014
Why is the land so barren,
With so many fruitless trees,
No sound of chirping birds,
but lots of misleading breeze,

If this were the world I had to live in,
It will be difficult to survive,
I dont wish for much,
but some crazy friends in my life

If this was a lot to ask,
I wish,then, to live a life
without the real me.
A Thomas Hawkins Jul 2010
Is this love?
Is that the source of all this pain
Outside the sun is shining
but inside it feels like rain.

Is this love?
The rising pulse and creeping smile
When my phone rings and I know its you
and we've not spoken for a while

Is this love?
Is that the source of all my doubt
The constant longing to be with you
while being forced to be without

Is this love?
Falling asleep while on the phone
but waking up with a smile
knowing somehow I'm not alone

Is this love?
Feeling that feeling so alive
That one comes when were together
and when apart does not survive

Perhaps it is
Perhaps all of this is love
In which case the answer's not yes or no
but all of the above
Alex Apr 2016
I'm an angel with a shotgun
Fighting for my life.
Sometimes, you have to sin to win.

I'm an angel with a shotgun
Fighting to survive.
Sometimes, you just have to believe.
This poem was inspired by the Nightcore version of Angel With A Shotgun and my own life. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=cvaIgq5j2Q8&itct;=CBoQpDAYASITCKzPrIjCk8wCFdk0TgodtuwHGDIGcmVsbWZ1SJv18IG99en3tQE%3D (Link to the song) Not a good poem!!!
electra Jul 2017
Silence.
It's what I hear from you,
It's what I hear and see when I visit you in your hospital bed.
I wait for something,
Anything hoping some day you'll wake up,
And I'll see those beautiful green eyes again.

Silence.
It eats me up every single time.
I want it to end.
I have come to the conclusion that silence is violent and cruel.
You not waking up and lying in a hospital bed is violent and cruel.

Silence,
You've grown too close to me.
You have become like air,
Everything I need in order to survive,
But it's time for me to unhook you from my veins,
And to say goodbye.

Silence,
You are no longer needed,
You are no longer welcomed into my life,
Because you have brought nothing but anger and frusturation.
I look for something different now,
Hope.

Silence,
I want you to bleed away,
Carry yourself away and the emptiness you've brought into my life,
And into his.
Leave,
Leave the way you came into our lives,
You are now dead to me.

— The End —