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Turn up the silence and block out the sun,
Alone in my room, a bottle and a gun.
It goes click twice, I'll see another day,
Tears start to fall, can't carry on this way.
 May 2015
Francie Lynch
Sure, it's easy to define life.
Explain everything using the variable,
X.
 May 2015
Jason Cole
i'm tossin' and turnin' baby
since that little girl left my bed
tossin' and turnin' baby
over all the hurtful things i said
been wonderin' how she's gettin' on
and if she knows she's still in my head

i'm tossin' and turnin' baby
'bout seven days every week
tossin' and turnin' baby
gaining guilt and losing sleep
thinkin' i should'a done more
to make her see she's my only need

i'm tossin' and turnin' baby
just like an old plow out in the field
tossin' and turnin' baby
like a beat up wagon wheel
now what i say is all i feel
how i do love that little girl still
Another song. Up-tempo blues this time! :)
 May 2015
Joshua Haines
I want to be buried
beside the river
that drowns you.

-

The way the sky sits.
Our sleeves
wrapped in wind.
I kiss your lips.
You are my end.

-

Sequins and swans
on the dress of
the universe.
I want to be warmed
by the galaxy's grasp.

-

You are my water:
You move beside
and against me.
 May 2015
SøułSurvivør
fog
10W

brain fog descends
a mercy

for i am
completely

*
OVERWHELMED
I'm in this state for good and
not so good reasons

The later being that I am
going through trials at
every level of my humanity

I WAS going to write about it.
But this would only serve
to *** YOU out and
in the final analysis would not
really help me either.

The GOOD NEWS is
that you have helped me already.

Your wonderful support of
my last write
"The company of writers..."
has really lifted my spirit.
I can push onward.
And has inspired me to return
to the God I had abandoned
for a while due to anger.

ALL THIS IS NOT GOD'S FAULT.

If you are also in a great trial
please be assured of this.
Take it from one who
KNOWS

Sometimes He uses circumstances
to bring us to our
KNEES
and that is what He has
done for me

Don't be surprised if I am
off site for a while.

I have to be deep in
PRAYER

Then hopefully the fog will lift
revealing the answers
I so despair for.

All prayers and good thoughts
will be gratefully recieved!

---
 May 2015
R
C I
And she's a wild thing:
Smoking and drinking and
Doing every guy on the block.
But she's also a human:
She loves and needs and breathes
And she cries when her
Heart is being broken
a p    a   r           t

And she knows me:
A girl who cries and dies,
A girl who loves and needs,
A girl who wants more but
believes she deserves less.

She knows I'm better than that,
Just like I know she's worth so much more than
Those gross guys on the corner of the street and
The tears she cries because of them.

Maybe one day we'll both learn that
heartbreak is just an instrument that
never goes out of tune
and that our hearts will never truly
heal unless we stop giving it to so many others
and start giving it to ourselves.
After all, if we keep our hearts
they can't ever really be broken,
right?
 May 2015
Nicole Dawn
Humans*

We cry when we are happy
As well as when we're sad.

We laugh through our pain
And say it is joy

We lose our way
To find ourselves

We hurt others
When we are hurt

We are mixed up
We are humans
Confused......
 May 2015
wordvango
Are you all right?

you unanswering sat, beside the window facing west,
the crimson disappearing over that hill, you and my father walked, 50
years, oh so many years ago, rocking back and forth,
a wise thoughtful expression painted by years on an aged face,
wistfully awaiting the exact words the right tense, the perfect time,
to sway, rock back, then turn to me, as the sun disappeared, I  saw on that hill out the window my father waiting.
You smiled, looked at me, grabbed my hand, squeezed it , so tight.
Said yes,
I felt you go to be with Dad.
 May 2015
Nicole Dawn
I've got a box of secrets,
That I've hidden away,
Safe and sound

Most are mine,
Some are yours,
As well as,
A few of others.

I trusted you,
With my box of secrets,
And you tipped it over.

All my secrets
Spilled right out
For all the world to see.

By the time I,
Had cleaned them all up,
You were long gone.

But I want you to know,
That if you spill my secrets again,
I will clean up mine
But leave yours lying in the dust.
There's a difference betwen running
And trying to put something behind you
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This is the only thing  I can figure out to help me over come the past.
 May 2015
brandon nagley
Numb,
No sensation left to bewilder me,
Just nonsense of ghoul's and tyrants,
Schools of siren's ,

No phoned answer from mother!!!

Scared,
Dragged deathly Ferrelled dog's sedated to fences that reach the clouded sky's!!!!

The word ***** canst get a man thrown into a hole,
Sewn into a bowl into his own heaping mess,
Some are bitter,  all dumbly, from their worldliness they think their blessed!!!!!!

Crimson billowed day's indefinitely lurch for everyone that walketh past these gates,
Grabeth thy reading glasses, get thy must's and must-have's dear friend!!!!

Before it's too late!!!!!
 May 2015
dravenstorm
She Layed Her Head On His Chest
And Her Thoughts Wondered Why
His Heart Screams Out So Silently.

Why. It's Always Banging On His Chest. But No One Seems To Answer.

And He Replied: It's Been Trapped In This Sad Body Since The Beginning Of My Existence.
It Wants To Escape. But No One Seems To Set Free Into The Light.

It Finally Gave Up.
Made Friends With The Darkness.
Shared Ancient Stories.
Shared Emotions With The Razor.

And The Razor Understood All Its
Problems.
The Razor Then Smiled At The Sad Wrist.
And After A While, It Said.
Look, You're Smiling Too. :)
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