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 Oct 2013 Ashley
James Mellin
I can fake a smile.
I can pretend that I'm okay ....
but I'm only in denial.
My hearts been chained I've been imprisoned by shame..

I'm fine F for forsaken
I for insecure
N for neurotic
and E for EMPTY.

A few more ****
a couple more beers
and I'll be able to ignore my pain till Tomorrow
that doesn't change the fact that I'm Hollow.

Caught between empty sheets I lie
awake and think of a way so I can
drown in your tranquil eyes..

The grass will never be greener my heartstrings
tug at a brighter tomorrow.

A few more lonely nights a couple more mind numbing days
and I just might live to see the light without its enemy, sorrow.

Tears run down my cheek today my dear but I'll never blame
maybe tomorrow I'll learn to live without the pain....

Caught between empty sheets the monsters inside my mind
will surely haunt me ,the more the better all
I have to do is understand your honest letter...
 Oct 2013 Ashley
maybella snow
drag my thoughts trough a sifter
see which ones resolve
pound my heart with a hammer
see if it sticks or falls apart
stuff me down a drain
squish me in a cupboard
hit me with a rolling pin
crush me like a glass

i'll break eventually
 Sep 2013 Ashley
maybella snow
"its your fault that everything dies;
its because you don't love it enough."*
                                                                               so it was my fault
                                                                     that you killed yourself
                                                                   i mustn't have loved you
                                                                                                  enough
                                                                                           i'm so sorry
come back to me
and i'll love you
with even more
than my existence
i'll love you more
than anyone could
just come back to
me, i miss you
everything hurts
i'm sorry
it's my fault
i'm sorry
come back
please
i love you
 Sep 2013 Ashley
Suhaib Tariq
Standing in
Falling out
Hushed silences
are calling out.

Who am I ?
What will I be ?
cut me a slice of luck
and perhaps you shall see.

Nothing special
yet far from mediocre
not having said much
I am the one often spoke of.

Walk upon waves
so my steps are washed and erased
This place I go to
it is where I will not be traced

To a nation of one
where a king is vital
but I refuse to lead
unless granted a title

Does wealth quench the thirst
for all that one can desire ?
The elders have departed
and left for me to inquire.

The end draws me in
I smell it getting closer.
Minutes away from culmination
Decades  away from closure.

Standing in
Standing proud.
Hushed silences
are whispering now.

Will I ever grow up ?
Will I ever change ?
Who I was is 
Who I will always remain.

— The End —