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kelsey k Jan 2015
The last thing you said
Was "I'll see you later"
But it is much later
And you are nowhere to be found

Your absence is crushing me
More than that
Steering wheel must've
Crushed you

I felt my body break
Before I even heard
I know it hurt you
But you have no idea
How much it's hurting me

The end of your life
Caused the end of my living
And I'm not sure
If it can get any worse
Than the feeling of
*Vacancy
Eleanor Sinclair Dec 2014
I would drink acid
To get the sweet taste
Of your lips
Off my mouth
It closes
The surrounding darkness is somehow contracting
Though it was always equally lacking in light, the walls approach on the edges of your vision.
The jagged edges that hold a promise of riches never yielded their prize.
They fall and crush, snapping your vertebrae without thought.
Pinned to the damp floor, your skeletal remains give up their fight.
It has won.
Not daggers, no, far less civilised, far more brutal shards pierce roughly through your chest.
The sound of your screams is replaced with silence
The battle is over.
Yet still the blows crash against your skull, the pounding on the inside of your head starts to break out.
Perspectives reverse
Not dark, sunrise, not rocks, a quilt, not screams, but beeps.
A day begins
It
Was
All
In
Your
Head
Does that make it alright?
Do you feel better for that truth?
Your mind tricked you, is that what you want?
Which restricts more, a prison of rock or thoughts?
I am terrified of caves so I wrote a poem about it.
Marium Iqbal Dec 2014
The change is clear.
It’s in my writing.
It’s in my words.

I have fought a battle.
One with a persistent battle.
One with darkness in its nature.

I made it.  
I made it out somewhat alive.
I made it out somewhat happy.

A suicidal mess.
Cleansed.
With love.

Love.
It’s the impossible.
For the darkened one’s to possess love.

I now see the sun rise.
I see it bring life to the dying.
I see it lift spirits after a rainstorm.

Love, has glued me back.
I hope it’s not temporary.
I hope this one lasts.
When you don't want to say
But you secretly think
More than hope
You know you deserve
But they don't give
And it's pain
Stabbing through your
Stomach
Eyes
Chest
Poetic T Nov 2014
The dead gods lay before me
Skulls were as weak as grass under foot
They screamed  forgiveness
For the sorrow given, they were
As their slaves of death, reaped,
Life,
Death,
Eternity
Isn't forever as eternals think,
They fell before me,
I showed them absolution
Let them pray to those who looked
Down upon them, then eternity ended
Blood spilt not in anger, but justice
Fallen,
Released
Freedom,
For those underfoot, under staring eyes
That have now fallen cold,
Freedom from those who were praised
But always fell on deaf ears,
Now those ears hear no more calls,
For the old gods are dead,
Freedom for thought not for a
Idol,
Book
Gods
Never to be prayed upon,
Idols now shattered pottery upon  the floor
Books were ash, false promises no more,
Gods thought they were our saviours
Questions never answered, they
Are now in eternal rest, we are our own future,
Now that the  Old Gods Now Dead  *we are free once more..
Silence Screamz Nov 2014
Feel it surround you
Laminated in silence
Crushed by the moment
Gone in the presence

Savored to a blank state
Ripped to a seam
Slapped by a wonder
Never in a gleam

It is but time
Hidden and above
Deaf to an ear
Crushed by the love
Jackie Andary Nov 2014
Every time I look at you
You're looking at her
Whenever you glance my way
Its like the sun shining on my face
Sometimes you tell me things
I already know
Like how beautiful she is
How smart
How funny
How she's breaking your heart

I just wish you would see
That I'd love you better
In fact, I already do
ray Nov 2014
where do I go from here
alone, afraid
craving your arms and not knowing why
is this feeling as real as
the sun so bright?
or is it just snow melting on my flustered cheeks
its substance dripping off skin like
the way your eyes waver from mine
but I cannot catch it on my bare palms
because while this loneliness swallows me whole
being a part of something more  
would leave me just as ruined

this love holds a knife against my throat
and cuts ribbons into my skin
with every lingering thought of you
is my love a sin?
is my sole purpose just another flaw of my being?
crimson blood upon white walls spell it out
not in my native language, of course
I guess my heart will never know
if I was just meant to be ****** in the hands of this curse

ultimately,
we would be tragic
but I cannot keep my thoughts off this temptation
even though I don’t know if this is what I want
and you could easily crush me
between your fingers
because I am as small as
a spider wafting along the breeze on a thin strand
of who knows what
practically nothing
that’s what I am
that’s what we are
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