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Eiram Jun 2013
A sadness deepens itself into the center of my body
An uncontrolling undesired sadness
That meanders my heart
& perturbs my mind

An uneasy feeling of grievous loss heaves into me
I feel repulsed by these unfortunate feelings
& I'm trying to will them to leave
I cannot explicate this harrowing pain that dredges in my mirthless soul.

I am crying out for comfort
Because my desolate-being is overwhelmed with grief
For I have been mislead by someone I thought I could trust
But they were disgraceful
& abused my solicitudity

And now I'm sitting here baffled
Because who knew.. That you could make me feel so terror-stricken
I trusted you to keep me safe when I told you my sacred secret...
The one secret that ruined me completely

But this goes to show, that you cannot trust anyone
But yourself.
Emma Amme Jan 2014
Don't talk to me like you know me
Talk to me like you love me
She just wants him to adore her
Even if she yells at him and says words she doesn’t mean
Or if she sings out of tune, or that her hair is frizzy
Or she doesnt wear make up, or if she swears too much
Or if she wants to believe in love, but at the same time she doesn't.
She wants to be that girl. The one he cant stop thinking about
The one who looks pretty in a neon pink rain coat in the rain
With her hair dripping water in thin streams of uncontrolling.
She doesnt want it to be love, though that would be nice.
But she wants him to tell her that she is special
And that she is his one. And that he cares about her
In the morning and the afternoon and in the night
And especially when its raining
With her mascaras running and her hair laying flat
On her rain soaked face.
high school relationships ****
Robert C Ellis May 2018
Collection
Obsession
Like all movement
It is misdirection

The soul scrounges dust
From the fingers of outer space
Uncontrolling it's collisions
Planets all over the place

We need story and song
We must prove the valor of Belong
And we misspend all time with strain
Love is our cover for a life in vain
kevin Apr 18
subtracting voices
chandeliers hung by dead feathers
cannon ***** of years when time hated fairly
left over promises i'm not friends with

getting lept out
hanging death
to find a friend
running away
marrying the wash out
battling for empty
filling up the old crimes
inside my healing head
to destroy their evidence
useless when its good
too ugly for views

prisons too important
for me, the left overs

i was the addiction
now another contraception
hailing ghosts
tangled in timecards
under hung
and still voting
to take my spots


you dont know how to stop violating my boy
Only in the wretched
Broken locking
Of the safe
I was beaten into
Which refuses
To hide
Privately, despised by standards
Breakthrough! Simple
To be your sickness, in fiend
In the fiend you
Rusting edgework of him
And her and his fathers and hurting
Me better
Thanking myself always
Your cursed reproach of silence
Uncontrolling the illness
People please themselves in the dyes


admonition
The generals cries
A blind baby
Released of faith
His bloods eyes screen
Undone binds
Freeing the filthed
Upon his head
No justice
Beneath the shod
Brother he can’t find
Called war

and the man bag
has created western civilizations vancing

the clerical errors of not homeless lost in census homeless celebrity raffle ticket death certificate, oh i meaning this employee of mine can't follow orders from abused derilict painting in hindsight blind justice with stampeding mass of war mongering ingnorance, shift pay bulls of really, hah hah hah, your not better than us idea's i have a tango and cash supercomputer and you don't move

the homekey isn't happening anymore your a criminal i know the algorithms say artificial intelligience from the cia aware of reality check level of bored? hell no you are a repeat, army radio hear this guy, repeat offender of having a homekey


play, joyner lotto

lets reach out and grab our pulitzers, rep's all deaf stilled, next fixer
nod at yo, last bar, yes exam, measures, measures, alieve the poet

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