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دema flutter Aug 2020
sick of all the
games everyone plays,
and all the
rules I have to abide to,

sick of all the things
I need to do,
and all the times
I must silence
myself away,

sick of going
through the hardships
just to enjoy the
good times for
a little while,

sick of proving
to others
my success, my self-love,
my worth,

sick of stressing
about life before it happens,
and forgetting to just live.
دema flutter Aug 2020
trusting someone

is like

jumping in the middle of the ocean,

hoping you know how to swim.
Esther L Krenzin Aug 2020
you thought it wouldn’t hurt anymore
it wasn’t supposed to
when they took advantage of you again
or stabbed you in the back
but no matter how many times you built up your wall
it was never thick enough to stop the knife

-Esther Krenzin
Breethyr Jul 2020
Limbs have faltered amidst a fast-paced act,
Liquid fills you up.
Antagonized in desperation,
Reach out for the gun.
This moment of ecstatic flavour
Brought misery.
The shivers, the strangest twists.
Defiler is you.

Night is filled with red light from the sun
And white-red mixture.
Calls upon you the servant of god,
With vicious intentions.
Violate your existence,
They forced the life out of you.
In the end it all comes in place,
The void is within.

Who expected nothing less of you,
Whose eyes filled with tears,
They would follow you and die,
They'd always protect you.
Would you follow their lead into light,
Or succumb to this weakness?
The fear of hurting them pains your mind.
Defiled defiler.

May never escape this nightmare unscathed,
May never reside in this homeland.
The pain subsides yet the emptiness grows,
The one that was you is no longer.
They would have never understood,
You'd never agree for a half-life.
Trapped in a cage by events of the night,
Your will still roams free on the inside.
Ken Pepiton Jul 2020
Air guitar, mellow, loose breezy shadows on the rock
outside my window, where life,
barely modified by my
observation
preserves
the old learning in each living thing,
seen through my window?
While idly listening to the audiobook The Attention Merchants,
actively attending the attention economy makes all things common, there fore short attention spans are evolved to meet words where they hurt, and kiss it, make it better. --- or as that feels in the typical virtualviral conscience.
Simon Jul 2020
Caring is the way to perfection!
You sway my way in order to advance to the next round.
I'm lucky to have support from someone who actually cares!
Only until you dry my essence up and move onto the next victim!
Caring isn't for quitters!
Simon Jul 2020
Being a victim of caring doesn't make me proud.
Only until I've come to terms about who and what I am.
Especially towards the costs of being the caring friend that's made me into a victim!
Being a victim isn't the hardest thing (I remind ALL of you)!
It's ONLY when you come to distrust the very actions of being (once a victim yourself) is where you can come to better terms of simply having that do over.
Lee Matvey Jun 2020
In a forest,
a young girl and
a man
stroll,
taking in the beauty of nature.

Atop a fallen tree,
they share a tender kiss
and touch,
a moment sweet and meant to be savoured.

She had never felt
so loved and
he was just
happy
to corrupt her innocence.

He was too old
and she too young,
so when she had her doubts,
He took the opportunity to prey on
another
more vulnerable
victim.
If you relate, I'm sorry.
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