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teju Mar 14
Open doors, yet stuck inside.
Come and go, I don't care.
But the pain,
an unknown ache in me
weighs heavy.

Like a ghost wandering lost,
I move with invisible wound.
Some days it hits harder,
Just like last night.
Just like today.

This lonely, silent hollow ache,
I don't know why I push everyone away.
It’s just another day.

I can't relate, I can't explain.
Nothing feels real outside,
Nothing makes sense inside,
It's heavy.

I wish I could figure it out.
neth jones Mar 12
crazy foreign fare maybe you curdle defeat in the streets baring solar assault (you've fried your unit) harpy malicious harpies as bullhorns fact-fire biting into delirious fright-blight of abrasion upon your eardrums abstain (it's all an abusical !) refuse this parody the good night woe stains on your sleeves i belly believe you'll capture your death way out here at the merry least you'll pass a deathly coffin sneeze silly-silly breath breathe
the song This Town Ain't Big Enough for Both of Us by Sparks was thoroughly stuck in my head at the time of the writing of this and a few other poems.

original version from feb 2024 :system crash mashed potato monster mash mobster lobster

crazy, foreign fare maybe / you curdle defeat - in the streets - baring solar assault - (you've fried your meat) /harpy, malicious harpies / as bullhorns fact-fire, biting into delirious fright / blight of abrasion upon your eardrums / abstain ; it's all a fusicial ! refuse this parody / the good night   woe stains on your sleeves / i belly believe you'll capture your death way out here / at the merry least you'll pass a deathly coffin sneeze .... silly-silly
You examine everywhere for reasons to fight
Goal you achieve almost every night
Perfection and purpose put out of reach
Are there other methods to help than preach?
You make known exactly the ways I've done wrong
Can't tell drive to satisfy you is strong
And success a maybe despite trying my best
Do you understand what it's like to be depressed?
Instead of pressure provide pearls of praise
Small portion of patience will go a long ways
What will you trip over next?
Disagreements leave me perplexed
Staring at me as if you're scrutinizing a stranger
Alarm blaring loudly though there is no danger
This life we live occupying to get old
Sighing when shoulder turns away from me cold
I climb expectations but can't quite reach the top
Longing for lighter limbs so I wouldn't tire and stop
Your unfulfilled wishes are all engraved in stone
Won't be pleased until words are carved into each bone
When experiences are good they are beyond great
Light a room with brightness you radiate
Sparks fly from skin's surface moment we touch
Stomach starts rolling the second hands clutch
Stuck to potential so vast at the start
Before bogging under the heaviness of my heart
It seems I can't ever just get something right
Ruheen Feb 20
I could be in the smallest room in the world and still feel small
I could be in the most open of fields and still see walls
I'm tiny, hunched down
Humility, but worse now
I'm drowning, but they love me
On the ground, it's killing me
But I still look up
Waiting for the sky
To
Fall
On
Me
There are waves on ceiling and they're stuck on green
Don't care for flowers so I picked dead leaves
There's a roof in my leak and stars on my wall
Pineapple lights but they won't turn on
There are words in my chest
And a man in my closet
Who throws my clothes off their hooks
Tells me to be honest
"Let that little girl out.
Turn the lights on.
Smile for more than a moment.
Or you'll be stuck in the smallest room in the world
Feeling small."
Archer Jan 31
It isn’t fair anymore
You get the fun of wanting to be alive
You get the pleasure of living
You’re not trapped
Why do you get that right?
Why wasn’t I allowed that too?
Did I do something wrong?
I was just a baby
I want to do something to make it up
Something to show I deserve it just like you
It just isn’t fair anymore
You get that joy of not being stuck
I can’t see
It’s too dark
Explain to me how that’s fair
Why does everyone get that but me
The food passes by
But what’s the point
Why do I need to prove myself?
Show how much I need this
I don’t want anything
It’s a right
Not a privilege
Can I stay with you?
There’s enough room for me too
I’m tired
When I sleep it’s okay
But I can’t sleep all the time
Archer Jan 31
I’m
Stuck
Here
Cleaning up your mess
As you get undressed
Do you know how stressful
It is?

Being
Stuck
Here
All alone
You sit on your phone
I just want to get home
But sure

Being
Stuck
Here
Could be worse
You still have your purse
And I still have my pursed
Lips, still

Being
Stuck
Here
Why, I feel so queer
While you cannot hear
My silenced tears and
Cries

I
Might
Die

Being
Stuck
Here
Heidi Franke Dec 2024
I am amazed more
and more
how much the mind can be stuck
in slavery
to thoughts.

I am less afraid of people
who commit suicide.
Suffering is so intense.
It makes me think of how
low our minds can take us
down to where
we feel we
might drown.  

No one, not one person
is to blame for
suicide.
There should be no anger,
no shame.
Be real in life.
Do not shelter shame
as if it is a friend,
a payback,
or a way of life.

Shame is as deep as
******
is the devil.
Deep in an inkwell
Black tar stuck in
the pits searching
for free skies
for air
the soul is not for sell.

And it can come to this.....

Dead Enders

Places we have been to
Places we compare to
Travel light-years
In circles around us
Overtime
Around and around we go
Spiraling through the
self-disparaging
Thoughts we hack ourselves into.

Until,  Sense-less
Dead enders.
So, unthread,
Un  thread,
Un      thread.
Unwind
Before your prospects
Leave this space.

Around and around
we go
Transcenders
Looking out, looking up
and
Down
Sinking
Please me here
Take from there
Give to him always
Without a dare
Sunk and done
Dead end right here.
Writings after my sons suffering from addiction.
Bree17 Dec 2024
clinking and clacking
bickering and talking
i can hear them from the other room
laughter and voices
conversing and observing
i can hear them from the other room
suffocating and drowning
exhausted and done
they cant hear me from the other room
silent and void
still and unmoving
they cant hear me from the other room
Melancholy Dec 2024
Sometimes I wish that I could
Just disappear into the woods
And find a small cave
Or dig a small grave
And throw myself in, how I would

Sometimes, I don't wish; but I do
And I swear, it feels so ******* true
I go out, dig the grave,
Host a personal wake
Lie inside, close my eyes, then awake

Sometimes I wish that I could
Just do what I know that I should
What's best for me and for all,
Best for you, and the world
Me, dissappeared in a nook

Sometimes, it feels like a waste
Always brimming with hope to escape
With all I could do, all I could be,
All I could learn and feel and see
Staying still, stuck in time, stuck in place

Sometimes I wish that I could
Stop wishing and actually do
But I just sit and stare
at the clock's glaring glare
Tick-tock, as it mocks my despair

Sometimes I wish I were brave
Find the strength to step out of my way
And I think, what a shame,
Being born just to stay
the same
Day by day
Day by day
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