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Ceryn Nov 2014
There is a good reason
behind every disappointment
behind every awful failure
behind every painful fall
and every tear that rolls down
from one's weary eyes.

Yes, there is.

And someday,
we'll know what it is,
but I just hope
I'd still be here.
I'm tired.
Gwendolyn Nov 2014
she's the girl you meet
when you're young and reckless

you meet her when
you were expecting another pack of cigarettes
to add to your chain smoking addiction

everyone leaves her
because she is the epitome of
fuzzy blankets
reckless abandon
hopeful sunsets
long terms
unconditional love

and after they realize
the depth of the scars on her heart
they're gone
no explanation

"someday you'll find someone who deserves you"
"don't give up on love because of me, they're not all this bad"
and the worst,
"you're still my best friend"

until someone realizes
she is content with imperfection

she will always be alone
just needed to voice my biggest frustration.
Makenzie Marie Nov 2014
I say stop
but of course you go.
I tell you what I don't want
but I know it's what you do.
I can't help myself
it's you.
But I'm trying to say,
I can't want you,
I don't want to.
Because I no longer trust
that I can trust my heart with you.
I can't trust you with my heart.
At least,
that's the only thing you've showed me is true.
If anything
you've taught me
to do everything in my power
not to love you.
But still
somehow
I do.

But oh my gosh
I don't want to.
If it's you reading this you probably know that it's about you, so there's not much else I can or need to say I don't know.
Milo Perez Nov 2014
You don't notice
My swollen red eyes
You don't hear
My loud muffled cries

You're too busy
Laughing at my face
You're too busy
Calling me a big disgrace

And as I lay
In the cold bathtub
I wash away the hurt
With the razor I scrub

Over and over
I continue to clean
Because skin with no marks
Is skin with no gleam
Baylee Nov 2014
With 8 billion people in the world,
You'd think it would be
Impossible to feel so isolated.
So tough to explain,
I'm frustrated,
This is complicated,
I feel like my soul has been obliterated,
Mutilated, and violated.
I can't think straight,
And no, I'm not gay,
Just a little confused
Feeling battered and abused,
My heart's been misused
And I have been accused
Of using others, when I'm the one being used.
annvelope Nov 2014
Lots of pain,
Leaving scars that will endure long after the infliction.

When you can't sleep at night,
Because when you conclude your eyes,
They are standing there to remind you
That you are alone.

Not everyone will appreciate what you do for them.
Fel Oct 2014
By this time next week
I will either be loving life
               Or hating it

I will take a chance
Much like the chance I took
               Ages ago it seems

The chance that
****** me up
                For nearly two months

This chance can
**** me up
                  For forever

So by this time next week
I will either be writing happy poems
                   Or frustrated poems.

This Saturday will decide.
****.
Elioinai Oct 2014
I miss you,
Clear cut,
Crystal globe,
When the stories of the past,
Hung more or less straightly,
Like the ribben suspending you
It is necessary to simplify, but a cut always bleeds
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