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I am in a bottle
Surrounded by glass
It shakes and rattles
Not in a stable state
The bottle gets kicked but never breaks
Gives satisfaction but from how much it gives its empty
They throw me like I am *****
They took what's in me
To break and shatter my glass.
 Oct 2015 M
A Lopez
Hate
Fate
Escape
Tape
My
Mouth
Shut
I can't
Shut
Up
Because
I was
Tied
Down
For no
Heard
Sound's
I'm
A
Victim
Of
Abuse.
I
Took
A bullet
Bit the string of
Shoes,
Punched
Kicked
Called
*****
****,
*****
Now
I'm
Unchain­ed
No longer
Shut up:
Open
Claimed,
By god
Better
By the world
Who cares for it.
No one needs the world
I know I dont.
 Oct 2015 M
Peter Robert Hamilton
I don't have a degree on love, but i think you are in need of some.
Undergraduate or straight down the pyramid
You should no where to find me
No matter the position in my life
My humanity should overshadow status
If you're down for something tangible in emotion, you know where i am.
I don't play games, i leave those at Home and the field
I usually function alone but i definitely won't mind the dual wield
Combining into one consistent thought
Loosening the knots
That were placed there before
It's a challenge, but who knows what we can accomplish.
 Oct 2015 M
Austin Heath
"Smothering me,
setting me free.

I was three steps from heaven.

A voice told me to drown
in feathers and darkness,
let myself down, down, down...
six feet in
I was swept into the space I kept my demons.
I was conflicted. I was embraced.
I was home."

That's all I had too.
Shouting in my head across the kitchen table,
and everyone understands in their own way;
We just need to talk and be heard.
I need to speak and be affirmed.

I just wanted to say something to let you know
I'm still here.
I'm still alive.
I'm still human.
 Oct 2015 M
chris
can't
 Oct 2015 M
chris
"you can't just
touch my soul
and leave"
 Oct 2015 M
Vamika Sinha
She contemplated death
as coolly as the opening of
a lotus.

Its light spread on
her mad-locked smile
drained
of his mournful red,
like unfinished smears
of butter on toast.
Recently watched Sylvia Plath's biopic.
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