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Sep 2013 · 461
terrible
L Sep 2013
oh me oh my,
you've captured my eye,
seeing you with someone else,
i think i'd rather die.

oh my oh me,
cannot you see?
your presence, aura,
has swept over me.

oh me oh may,
i want every day,
to be with you in bed,
and just for hours, lay.

oh golly oh gee,
you're what's best for me,
i finally have you,
and you're all i can see.

oh gee oh may,
i'm scared one day,
you'll see me as i for myself,
and you'll walk away.
L Sep 2013
something about her
puts a fire in my chest,
and makes me feel so
angry that i become
sick.

it's the fact she had you
when i should've,
and she didn't treat you
like the treasure you are.

and i swear if i ever see her,
i'll walk right up and
fake a smile,
shake her hand (if she so allows),
and let her know that i'm treating you
better than she could have ever even tried.
Sep 2013 · 332
me vs. myself
L Sep 2013
your chest hurt today,
so did your throat.

but i don't feel bad,
because you deserved both.
Sep 2013 · 730
marrow.
L Sep 2013
peel back skin
and reveal your bones,
that have withstood endless
amounts of suffering,
damage,
pain,
and notice that the scars you've made on the outside,
are much deeper than you thought,
and have left a mark under layers of cells
to your very marrow.
Sep 2013 · 584
wat
L Sep 2013
wat
well **** yeah i love the affection,
but my mind goes in two
different directions,
and my chest sinks under
a touch of rejection,
and finally my everything collapses.
Sep 2013 · 637
i am disgusting
L Sep 2013
i don't wanna tell you

face : face

about my insecurities regarding

your
        e
            x                    e
                           v          r
but i can't get o

how she can see you more

than i can.
Aug 2013 · 575
panic
L Aug 2013
sometimes when
i'm in too deep,
i lose feeling in
my hands and feet,
and i start to
breathe too quick,
and my cold palms
become slick,
my vision is now
a blur of light,
keep calm now
my mind is a fight,
i pull at my
hair and skin,
as if there was a present
under layers so thin,
do not touch
me for i will scream,
just leave me alone
to blow off some steam.
Aug 2013 · 442
i think they're pretty
L Aug 2013
after three years,
i can still count fourteen-year-old
summer days,
in lines parallel to eachother,
never touching,
straight lines embedded into
my young but old
skin.
Aug 2013 · 501
together
L Aug 2013
everytime i inhale,
my lungs collapse,
and my chest caves in from
all of the pressure,
gravity,
weight,
of sadness birthed,
from the womb of how much
my mind wants to **** me.

and you feel the same,
and together we can sit in your room,
and together we can curl up into eachother
and talk about how much,
we want to die,
under your blankets..

*together
Aug 2013 · 734
stain.
L Aug 2013
week-old water marks,
stained sapphire rings,
and continues through countless cleaning attempts
to be seen.
Aug 2013 · 406
oh
L Aug 2013
oh
oh please don't touch me,
for i'll melt into
a euphoric wonderland,
that i hate to love so much,
and my body shakes,
quivers,
my chest catches on each sharp inhale
as i lay on your bed &
ache for more of you.
oh please touch me**.
Aug 2013 · 1.9k
disgusting.
L Aug 2013
your lips curled up at the corners,
into what could be considered a "smile",
and you revealed your eroding teeth,
worn down and blackened to the roots,
i could smell the bile of words on your breath,
and i could hear the sound of truth and your morals,
being grounded up and swallowed back down.
Aug 2013 · 365
natural.
L Aug 2013
early winter mornings,
wake me up and
chill me to my bones,
but remind me i'm
alive,
because the cold hurts,
stings and burns my skin,
and that's how i know,
i'm naturally warm.
Aug 2013 · 405
?
L Aug 2013
?
beauty is the mind,
the subtle tickings
and whirrs,
that make up thoughts.
Aug 2013 · 584
be safe.
L Aug 2013
i am crawling on hand and knee,
hoping to draw attention,
to cause a distraction,
so that you may slip away
                                                        and find safety.
Aug 2013 · 847
17
L Aug 2013
17
i'm trying to be positive,
but this week has ******* ******,
and it's brought out,
the worst parts of me,
that aren't temporary feelings,
due to hormones,
but instead hidden ideas,
that i'm strong enough to keep from you.

and so i'm scared to talk to you about these issues,
and so i'm being indirect,
and so i'm scared of myself,
and so i'm scared of my capabilities,
and so i'm scared of my knives,
and so i'm scared of my razors,
and so i'm scared of my thoughts,
and so i'm scared of killing myself.
Aug 2013 · 435
in need of a doctor.
L Aug 2013
i'm up still and my body aches,
and my chest hurts,
and my bones quake.
~
something inside came out today,
it tore through my skin,
and lead me astray.
~
it made a hole when it left,
and it wont close up,
and i don't know how to fix it,

i'm so ******.
Aug 2013 · 1.5k
please open the door.
L Aug 2013
it's been awhile since i've written,
but darling please know i'm
still here and
i'm spitting blood
and it's staining our floorboards,
but i'll always love you
like how i love you now
and how i used to love you,
i don't believe you're dead inside
but others have tried to convince me,
there's too much blood now
i have to go,
you might be fading but i'm
coming to see you,
please open the door.
Aug 2013 · 327
my fault.
L Aug 2013
sometimes i can hear my thoughts,
as if someone were laying next to me,
speaking.

and the things this person says to me,
doesn't let me sleep much,
anymore.
L Aug 2013
it's so hard growing up
in a world where
you have to be
brilliant,
or extraordinarily creative
to make it,
when you just aren't either.
Aug 2013 · 451
May of 2011
L Aug 2013
thought's broken,
mouth's chokin',
on the *******
i got hit with
during a may day
for god's sake
i let my mind fade
and ended up
wide eyed
and petrified
in a bed for the dead
but i was still alive.
Aug 2013 · 589
*
L Aug 2013
*
trace the lines of your body,
with my hand by yours,
and take me to a different world,
unknown to most,
but known to most,
and tell me how to touch,
and tell me how to kiss,
and tell me how to love you.

because i don't know what the **** to do.
Aug 2013 · 298
~
L Aug 2013
~
i'm trying to think of something to write about,
but you wont leave my head,
and i've already got half a library full,
of poems about you..

*****
Aug 2013 · 542
i feel achey.
L Aug 2013
you says things to me
that always catch me off my guard,
like the other day when we were in your bed,
and you told me i was "beautiful."
and i told you i couldn't respond,
or even think of something to say,
to the wonderful compliment you gave me.

but that one time that you told me,
you thought i was how a girl should be,
your idea of a girl atleast,
i went home that night and i wanted to die.
Jul 2013 · 582
circulation
L Jul 2013
cold hands touch lips,
slip down a neck and fade into collar bones,
and completely sink below a ribcage,
and come back out alive,
along sharp hip bones,
still just as cold,
and still moving downwards,
but they warm up once they
                  reach their destination.
Jul 2013 · 680
it's been a tough week.
L Jul 2013
skin stretched tightly over bone,
web-like veins float on your surface,
blue like the cold in your heart,
my hatred of you re-surfaced.

i've tried to forget remembering you,
but i'm so forgetful,
i've tried to keep you in the past,
i don't want to grow more regretful.

there's a story of you on my thighs,
each line depicts a time in which,
you told me i was worthless,
and even a selfish *****.

i've got more seams then a puppet,
sewn up from other stories too,
but this poem was just a friendly reminder,
*that i ******* hate you.
if any of you know me personally, this wasn't about anyone specific. it's actually about me so try not to flatter yourself.
Jul 2013 · 369
mirrors.
L Jul 2013
i want you to go home and
look in your mirror. | .rorrim       g
                                                    n
and i want you to                i
tell me what you see.       k
                                   n
                         i
all you're t h
right now,
is how you aren't perfect.

well perfection is a myth,
a tale,
a legend,
a story told to young girls & boys,
so that they keep coming home,
and looking in their mirrors. | .srorrim
Jul 2013 · 699
rope.
L Jul 2013
i'm falling so d e
                              e
                                 p
into this pit,
so f
        a
          r

d
   o
w
     n
into this hole,
and the only thing that can keep me from hitting the bottom..

     is
    the
   rope
ar     ound
m        y
   neck
Jul 2013 · 702
a tyrannical fantasy.
L Jul 2013
wearing the finest robes,
i sit on a coward's throne,
adorned with jewels on my head,
lies my crown of bone.
when i stand,
all must kneel,
and if you're a rebellious swine,
there are ways to make you squeal.
with the slight of my hands,
a child will die,
and the mother will watch,
and the brother shall cry.
my breakfast is gold,
and lunch: the peoples' hopes,
dinner are those who defy me,
who can be found hanging by ropes.
now leave me be,
for i have a kingdom to rule,
and if you dare go against me,
you're a ******* fool.
Jul 2013 · 563
a new bone structure.
L Jul 2013
i want to hold you so hard that my ribs break,
and re-arrange themselves into a new structure,
that keeps my chest from collapsing,
but creates a new part of me,
that i can keep your memory with,
and whenever i feel my missing ribs,
i'll be reminded that you took their place.
sorry to be spamming with poems; i just can't control my writing tonight.
Jul 2013 · 692
calcified.
L Jul 2013
my heart has become calcified,
and it's begun to sink into other vital organs,
i've tried telling my doctors,
but all they do is give me pills,
and they don't numb the pain,
of this weight inside of my chest,
and sometimes i can feel it,
the subtle yanking of strings,
strings that are supposed to be attached,
to my most private *****,
and strings that are supposed,
to be keeping it in my chest,
and not allowing it to sink,
and crush my stomach,
and rip a hole through my insides,
and **** me.
Jul 2013 · 412
half a face.
L Jul 2013
wake up and roll over,
press your face against the glass,
breathe in,
breathe out so that it fogs,
just enough to where you can only see,
half of the face,
looking back at you.

and even though you can only see,
half of that face,
you still hate it,
and you turn over,
and fall back to sleep.
Jul 2013 · 1.1k
something sexual.
L Jul 2013
warm fingers,
cold cheeks.
cold room,
warm sheets.

quiet kisses,
loud strokes.
loud sighs,
quiet chokes.

quick movements,
slow tongues.
slow kisses,
quick lungs.

***** talk,
clean lips.
clean hands,
***** tips.

playful actions,
serious moans.
serious spanks,
in playful tones.
Jul 2013 · 322
this should be untitled.
L Jul 2013
silk so soft and sleek,
wrapped around my throat makes me weak,
and cool leather cuffs,
turns breaths into huffs,
being unable to see,
takes all power from me,

**but that's the way i like it.
L Jul 2013
"that's weird",
sorry i'm not normal.

"Why do you even want to do that?",
because my pleasure manifests differently.

"that's really ******* disturbing",
you think i care how you feel about it?

"have you talked to someone about this?"
no why should i? it's not taboo, you ******* close-minded *****.

"not a lot of people like that kind of stuff.. isn't it hard to find someone that shares that interest?"
yes it is hard for me, but that's because i'm socially disabled.

"have you managed to find someone?"*
yes by some ******* miracle.

this person likes pain in their pleasure as much as i do, and it's incredible.
Jul 2013 · 296
want.
L Jul 2013
i want your hands,
in mine.

i want your curls,
wrapped around my fingers.

i want your eyes,
looking at me.

i want your lips,
against mine.

i want your lungs,
                                 * to inhale me as i become the smoke,
                                                  
that fogs up the mirror of your mind,
                                                                  
and sinks into the deepest crevices.

*i want you.
Jul 2013 · 287
so stop pretending.
L Jul 2013
i'm not entirely true to myself,
but neither are any of you.
Jul 2013 · 552
seventh grade
L Jul 2013
i remember my friend laughing,
even in the worst situations,
which would usually cause the teachers,
to yell.

i think she did this,
to cover up her other emotions,
to drown them,
keep them silenced beneath a pillow.

she was loud and "obnoxious",
and she very much annoyed,
other students when,
they tried to work.

she sat next to me in math,
complained to me about everything,
i never thought to really listen,
but maybe i could've helped.

one day here,
the next day a cruel joke played on the class,
"the highschool councilor is here if anyone needs to talk",
"she took her life last night".

how'd she do it?,
"she hung herself in her closet",
this is a terrible sick joke,
"we're so sorry to have to tell you".

could i have helped?,
"this is none of your fault, kids",
but what if i had tried?,
"she was far beyond anyone's help".

she was only twelve,
"her thirteenth birthday would've been next month".
and for the first time in my life,
i prayed to a higher being for her safe travels into,
another kingdom.
Jul 2013 · 348
same but different.
L Jul 2013
you're the same,
except this time you're noticing me,
and you're willing to talk,
and you're .. different.

same dark hair,
same blue eyes,
my god your eyes are so beautiful,
but i'm gonna keep my opinions quiet for now.

three years passed,
and you never passed through my mind,
but here you are finally at arms length,
and finally within my grasp.

time changes things i know,
but for some reason..
my feelings for you,
are the same, but different this time around.
Jul 2013 · 977
a relatively easy innuendo
L Jul 2013
so much blood
oranges,
from the late summer nights spent awake.

so many scars
on the kneecaps of children,
fallen on hot pavement.

so much hatred
of green head flies,
buzzing in the hot air.

so many ways out
of the corn maze,
far into the field.

so much pain
from sunburns,
from being out in the sun too long.

                                                                    so many suicid-
                                                                    al thoughts,
                                                                    created over that summer.
Jul 2013 · 379
constant struggle.
L Jul 2013
sometimes i find myself typing your name,
to send a new message,
when i really mean to send it to anyone else.
L Jun 2013
i want to be thin,
not too thin,
but a gap between my thighs.
it's currently filled with remnants of late nights crying,
eating too much,
and hating myself.
i still hate myself,
so how can i achieve this?
i want to stop eating,
until my skin shrinks and i see bone.
i just want to see bone.
Jun 2013 · 697
i saw it coming.
L Jun 2013
atleast i know,
that you'll move on fast.
and that you'll grow,
and leave me in the past.

i can't make you remember,
i can't make you forget,
when we first met in december,
hearts filled with regret.

i'd hoped for something longer,
something lovely,
something *stronger.
May 2013 · 509
dirt.
L May 2013
i don't want to grow,
i want to wither & fall,
to the ground,
and sink into a dirt infinity.
May 2013 · 356
come to bed.
L May 2013
oh i just love you so much,
  that it hurts my head,
and i hate trying to sleep at night,
because i'd rather be with you instead.
May 2013 · 400
to my small friends.
L May 2013
spread out like my fingers,
tiny webs formed,
across the canyon of corner to corner.
over millions of feet off the ground,
so it seemed.
such a small creature,
you mean no harm to anyone,
but the flies and the pests that creep in during the night.
you've done nothing wrong,
but trip across our floorboards,
and descend upon our tables.
but for some reason we feel,
that you have no reason to live,
and that no one would miss you when you leave.
May 2013 · 674
tales of a neurotic fucker.
L May 2013
he told me to fall,
back into him.
but when i tried his face twisted in disgust,
and he told me i was insane.
he told me he'd be gentle,
but he would turn around and grab me by the arm,
and leave bruises,
big purple bruises that i had to explain,
why they were in the shape of a hand print.
he said he cared,
and that i could always trust him,
hold him near,
have his love.
but he must've told that to all the other girls too.
May 2013 · 280
short and sweet.
L May 2013
i ******* hate you.
Apr 2013 · 953
Untitled
L Apr 2013
i met a variety of faces,
and along with those faces,
stories.

14. female. attempted suicide.
17. male. self harm.
12. male. homicidal tendencies.
16. female. anxiety & eating disorder.
16. female. drugs and violence.
15. female. broke parol. gang violence.


these were the people i was with,
but i swear to god that these kids,
were the nicest ******* humans you'll ever meet.
and it just goes to show you,
that those with many problems,
seem to be the most supportive of yours.
Apr 2013 · 349
prepare to live.
L Apr 2013
they took me into a musty room,
barely enough light shown through the windows,
but there was enough for me to see,
the dust and breaths people had left behind.
i took my seat on and leather armchair,
i ran along its arms and felt the divots,
and felt the pieces missing,
and some were still attached by a string,
so i promptly put them back in place,
only for them to fall once more.
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