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Diana Santiago Sep 2019
Dark wave pulling me under
Dark wave filling my lungs
Dark wave ceasing my breath
Dark wave holding me hostage

Battling them wicked demons
They puncture the fabric of my soul
Using their horns to injure and harm
Leaving my sanity in pieces and shreds

Opaqueness and void paints my everyday
Grey fog envelops my clarity
Storm clouds gather to drench me
And whisk me away in it's murky waters

I don't know who I am
I don't understand why I exist
If there is no purpose there is no point
Living is just a waste of time
MalakF Sep 2019
I wanted to fly,
But my request for wings
Was denied.
smile flower Aug 2019
2 hours of sleep and theres nothing to do but think
beats from lullabies softly sound in my ear
its 3am and I'll be getting 2 hours of sleep
2 hours of sleep to keep me going through this meaningless day

sit and eat
the 2 hours of sleep my body and mind so badly craved only fuel me to sit and eat

the soft taps of my dogs paws on my wooden floor dont make me smile anymore
2 hours of sleep make me feel so uninterested in everything I love

2 hours of sleep because I am worthless and have nothing to do but stare at my screen

2 hours of sleep is all I need
I graduated from high school in june and after that my life started going down hill again, I wrote this because I've only been getting 2-4 hours of sleep everyday for the past 3 months.
Lost in a cocoon of my design
I stare into the dark
My eye wary of teary drops

Nightly clouds clad together
Floating in the ocean above
Raise a war cry of thunder

A reminder of another world
Another existence I couldn't fathom
Silently, fear crept up
I
Man the pawn, X the player
Pawns die with each move
But no, not this time
Atticus Aug 2019
I am spiralling down a dark well
mortar and stone grazing my knuckles and fingers
in their desperate plea to find a crack
a divet
anything to stop the spiral
but I continue to fall
black upon black
grey upon grey
deeper and deeper
the water is at my ankles
sinking
sinking
sinking now
into putrid sludge of what I do not want to remember
swept into the dark ocean cave
of my mind
Faizel Farzee Aug 2019
Tortured soul
He walks this earth alone
Crying out to be saved
His heart has turned to stone
He’s soul now aimlessly roams
Searching for the light to his darkness
He finds that no one’s home
He put his pen to paper
His savior has become his poems
Capturing all eternal heartache, that life to him has thrown
It brought him sadness
His scarred
Which for he alone atones
For the words he captures
When he gets lost in the zone
Writing from feelings
He will never truly disown
Giving it life, No one will ever condone

As he’s pen bleeds
Inscribing heartache of a tormented soul to these pages
His heart rages
His caged demons scream’s for him to release him from their cages
His inked pen .....now becoming his soul Savior
A poet mask....hidden from the world
When only your ink give it life, unmask your true nature.
Faizel Farzee Aug 2019
The moon reflect your silhouette in the night sky
Why?
Are you haunting me, I feel I could cry
Heartbroken,
You left me to die
I plead, no beg of you,
please leave my mind
You still a part of me
In my soul you reside,
I can no longer cry
Someone please save me!
Why’d you leave me behind
God you should have taken me instead
In her place I would have died
Please help me!
This misplaced rage I can’t hide….


Loneliness is killing me
I can’t go on, it’s with you I should be
We for eternity, is a promise we share
Slit wrist,
Wait for me my love
I’ll be right there.
Losing someone is never easy
EzraZebra Aug 2019
This procession
of concessions to
impressions of
preconceptions

Abandoned to cruel games
of flickering shadows
bringing fear and shame
to the constricted mind
of a fading flame

Rooms full of mirrors
Fields of broken glass
Reflections of hopes and dreams
slowly gathering dust
To be torn down at last
30/04/2013
Haley Buckholt Aug 2019
No light shining through my home..
No space for me to roam.
I dream of the day..
I can fly away..
I stay flying around in my 32 inch tall cage..
Plucking my feathers, full of rage.
Unfulfilling an animal to it's nature
A form of torture..
Don't come near me I'll bite..
Company I do not invite.
Inside my confinement is no sight.
But my swing that has succumbed to old age.
But I'm just a bird..
Stuck in a cage.
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