Duke Thompson Aug 2014

best days better left behind bereft of joy
fighting in vain for fleeting fulfillment
instead seeping bile from punctured
organ appendix found septic too late
even still now hungry for real life like
stomach tapeworm eating purpose
lost along the way now empty, grey
when did time get away from us all
leaving bitter little paisan us's
stripped bare of long dead dreams
like Christmas morning c-section strippers
five dollar bills stuffed in withered cunts

I was just like you
I rose with the rising sun
I brought a smile to all those who passed by me
Alan spoke about my colour
Brendon was amazed at my arrangement
Claire wanted to touch me
Dorothy wanted her perfume with the fragrance I carried
Emily wanted to take me with her
Francis wanted to give me to his lady love,
I thought I was the most important being on earth
I thought everyone loved me
I thought I brought a smile to people's face.
But today,
Am no longer loved,
Alan just walked by
Brendon bothered not
Claire cared not
Dorothy drove past
Emily ensured the same as did
Am nothing more than a withered rose
With my strewn petals in the pathway
And that's right
Step on or sweep away
All you people
Might one day end up just like me!!!

- A Withered Yellow Rose.

Little Azaleah Sep 2016

Without you,
I am but a flower
without light nor water -
Withering away
And die.


Jasmine smiles Apr 2014

I hold you so deep in my heart
When I listen to my soul
Your constant ringing,
Is still guiding my every step.
You have left me and even if not by choice
The anger, The sadness,
Is still drumming in sync with my heart.
Your memory is like a withering flower.
Slowly starting to bend
slowly, dying
What am I to do?
I share my water, my food, even my love.
But your time is up
I hold that dead flower so gently in my hands
But still it crumbles
Being the fool that I am told I am
I try to mend the broken petals back together
In hope that somehow
You will bloom once again
Into the beautiful flower
That I remember you to be
That is still in my dreams...

I wrote this two years ago. It is based on my dear sister who passed on due to leukaemia

Hungry,        wolves roaming the streets.
            Broken,         abandoned taken into captivation.
     Hurt,          fear of the unseen unheard.

Soon to be of the infinitely kindred.

            I,          lonely to be as a lighthouse.
Alone,          a person who has no one.

A butterfly without wings;
A beautiful withered soul.

It's hard to exude the kind of confidence that makes people respect you.
I'm a grown woman, but I've yet to master it.
When I'm told no, when I'm told
"You can't do that," "Don't act like that," or "That's not okay," I can scream and argue in my head, but my body cowers.

My chin,
My shoulders,
My eyes,

They d

And I'm no longer the woman I thought I was-
Strong and independent.

I'm a withered flower that may have once been blooming but is now reduced to nothing.

I've been reamed out too much today.  I'm tired.
Maxamilian Apr 2013

Sometimes I think you would be better off without me by your side.
I picture other smiling faces by your side.
I believe you would be better off without me.

I fear I bring you too much pain and frustration.
I think it's time to let you go so you can be happier.
I will only bring you down with me.

I've thought before that without you, I would have no reason to walk this earth.
But lately, I feel as though, the world would be better off without me.
You will be so much better off without me.

You helped me while you could.
But now I'm drowning and no one can save me.
Or maybe I just don't want to be saved.

I feel lonelier than ever tonight.
I feel obsolete.
And now I will go and let you be happy.

bxtch Jan 2014

It's just a tease
It's just a joke
I'm sure that she
Can take much more

'Twas just the cat
'Twas just the diet
'Twas just the meds
That kept her quiet

Help her soul
Her soul is fine
But save her mind
From what's behind

Thunderstorms and razors
Linger in mind
"I'm fat , stupid and weird"
Is what's behind

So the purging came
Like a knight in shining armor
And the freeing of pain
Came running through her veins

And all she ever needed
From all of these madnesses
Was the thought of silence
Being only a cut away

Because It was just your tease
And It was just your joke
That made her think
Happiness is just a hoax

Bullying isn't funny.
Silence Screamz Sep 2015

This is my shelter
My helter skelter
So tear me from the lonely diversion,
as I am the melting corrosion

This is my place
My ugly face
I fall to the angry sea,
as a withered man, I plead

This is my view,
My broken pew,
I cross my broken fingers,
as time spent and destiny lingers

This is my penitence,
My own resistance
I am not strong because I am weak
as life stops, I can not speak

Everything is just a wreck of emotions right now
Manasi Kemkar Apr 2015

It's a question...
question of trust.
To be given or to be taken
One decision is must
Sometime you HAVE to go blind
Sometime you HAVE to see
The wound behind the smile

Should I see or should I not
Should I let the spell break or not
Should I let him fool me or should I just fool myself
To believe that my 'happy world' exist behind the veil.....

Love NG
CA Guilfoyle Nov 2012

Water trickling, grooved patterns of bark
darkening drinking up
Bright yellow creeping
maple leaves losing green
fallen or hanging on

A wind gust
little rush of swirls
tiny leaves come to rest -
wakes the nightjar
from her evening nest

Wet wings, flickers fly
stellar jay looks on,
Roses withered, ages gone
petals on the

KitaRaizal May 2014

wrap your perfect little fingers around
my ever so beating heart
sink your nails
into the walls
drive a needle
straight through my
ever so beating heart
make the pain sweet
sugar sweet
savor it
please oh please
just crush my
its to much to handle
sink those talons deep
rip me apart
tear me open
make me bleed
make the rivers of flowing red
spill from their perfect little canals
upset the function
fuck up the natural balance
make me


Inqhawq Mar 2015

: To the needy willows at the stream... Take the last wisps of life and excitement from me, they are yours, I am but a paper boat, lost in the current; barely afloat. Shy tendril, grasp the manes of dead lions; imaginations' last scions. Tomorrow the light of winter fades slow; left fed to keep dying hearts aglow. It is not the end for those; just indecipherable prose, left for when a mind makes sense.

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