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Jellyfish Jul 2015
My heart is sinking as I step into the Chukchi Sea.
Off from Alaska's beach into this water, which is -40 degrees.
I'm freezing inside of a blanket, weaved from a fabric called sadness.
If this is your way of leaving me behind,
I'll allow the waves to swallow me.
As you're watching, I continue sinking. It's as if you've gone blind.
The person I remember, wouldn't have stood there watching.
Which leads me to believe you don't truly care, is that it?
jennifer ann Jul 2015
go on and walk away, there is noting more that i can say,
i never mattered to you anyway.

treat me like a stranger, treat me like a joke,
when my heart is in danger, and all my dreams
gone up in smoke.
make me feel like a fool for ever believing in you,
oh how you laugh and you poke.

i remember when i was your bestfriend,
although it was long ago, when you said
that i became someone that you didn't wish to  know.
i remember all the screaming and the sorrow
that happened after, smoking on the train tracks,
the long phone calls and the laughter,
you were the whole book to me, but to you
i was just a chapter, i remember when you left
me, a broken disaster.

i remember when you told me that i would
see you soon, you crying in the car, when my heart
bursted like a baloon. i still remember all the talks we
had, the friendship, the madness and regret, but that
friendship was lost a long time ago.
i just hadn't grasped it yet.
i guess that i didn't realise that i was so
easy for you to just forget.
all this time i thought you cared,
because of all of the things that we shared,
i guess i should have known, and should have
gotten it through my head, when you let them taunt me
on the phone, and said you wouldn't care if i were dead.

when i was lost, looking for an anwser,
restless and unsure,
i had never felt more insecure.
maybe this person that i'm remembering
was never, who you really were.
celey Jul 2015
why not laugh so loud when you can?
why not drink like you've not only got one kidney, since that is the truth?
why not inhale and exhale toxins like it's an actual hobby, if  it'll give you relief?
why not smile as big and bright as you're feeling?
why not do whatever the heck makes you happy and not give a rat's *** about what anyone has to say about it?
because that's how this society was raised.
we were raised to care about our image.
we were raised to do the things we love,
but always always
not the way we want to.
now we've grown up
to be wrong
to be guilty of pleasure
to be ignorant
judgmental
imbeciles
more so than the other generations
but that's only the bad
there are still the beautiful parts
about us
like how we can be united still
how we're all different
how shameless we can get
and how utterly alive we act
only the ugly part of us
is how sometimes
that's just what it is
an act
celey Jul 2015
even the mere idea
suggestion
of self harming bothers me
yes, it is selfish
ungrateful
ignorant
but also very sad
i cannot come to terms with the fact that people hurt other people
so much they resort to hurting themselves
as long as God exists, you are not alone
how could you hurt Him like that?
pin Mar 2015
Always stand against my hurt
Ghost lips on the thigh bite
Always tie my spindle veins wafer thin
Thoughts zoom sync auto pictographs
Words can't lisp sweetly
robotussin giggle about it
Upon my ghost
Always stand against my hurt
Ghost eyes
Ghost spit
Ghost thighs
Always stand against my hurt
Attrition life sustenance
Nutrition
Always stand against my heart
farron Jun 2015
your naive youth could never
strategically bind with my
callous tendencies.

and that is the only resistance between us.
Candy Noir May 2015
We’re not cut out to fit in this world
Where everyone’s living a sugar coated lie
Men are being slaughtered everyday
Yet we’re still rendering life without taste or feel for our soldiers
You see it’s all a show
Filled with so many deceptions and misconceptions
The numbness is spreading

Why so ignorant?
Why so naive?
Why so blind?

It fills my eyes with fury
Homes demolished
Lives diminished

It’s the end of the day and what have we accomplished?
The same monotonous thing
Whereas
Our men have been carrying all our burdens and woes
Our men have been fighting and bleeding for our freedom
Our men stand tall in the streets, and bleed without a sound

Now tell me again,
What have we accomplished?

That’s right,
I’m going to war.
...American ******...
Kagami May 2015
A few forgetful moments
And I am littered with paper cuts.
Each tear is a page: a meaning: a reason.

I am encased with quilts and a
Bubbling love, but the chills
And demons find their way through.

I was told
Explicitly
To pull my head out of my ***,
Because struggling with education, depression, and
Harassment
Is inconvenient for others.

I forgot to reline the trash can in the bathroom.

Dear diary,
I almost hurt myself again today. Its been over ten months since I did it last, but you know what a ***** life is.
See ya later!


***** reminds me of rainbows,
And vice-verse.
My stomach is thunder.

I don't have enough tears to make it rain,
But I might **** enough.


What should I do with my life?
I make decisions and
Work my *** off more than any
16 year old I know,
And care for others in any way I can
In hope that they will return the favor when I need it,
But I'm still ignorant and selfish, says she.

Sometimes I wonder which way is up
And right. A nervous tick of mine.
A moody strand of my being.
Trying to connect to reality, but curving...
I need help.
DaRk IcE Apr 2015
He will march into hell with his head up his ***...
No matter how good you are, you will never please ignorance.
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