AnxietyThat moment where everything is just a sudden blur.Anxiety2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Throat beings to swell up and
Words try to form, but all that comes spewing out is a gasp for air.
Heart beating fast, feeling ready to explode any minute now.
Tears streaming down my cheeks to the tip of my chin.
My teeth clench and this feeling overwhelms my whole body and being.
Please just let this be the end of this sudden and quick, but long attack.
dawn supposedsun drencheddawn supposed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
light pressed us
it wasn't morning
when the crook of your arm
first took my hands
it wasn't morning
when i was freed
i simply never was
in the morning i lifted myself
from you and the creases
and your limbs were the rises in
the sheets while i lifted myself
with my hands
so soundly you curled and
i was not aware of your being
er feathered in
but i loved you
yet i lifted myself from you
with my hands
unsure of whether it was
cotton i was creasing or if
it was you
HomesickWhen your home isHomesick2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a notebook full of scrawled
and hopeless ideas penned at
and your heart becomes
heavy with every page
unspent (heavier with every
when your closest friends
are the voices in your head
whose stories you can recite
and the blood that you bleed is
the same ink trail you
left to find your way back in
When all you have is your soul, where do you go when you're
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l'appel du vide by ambulances
Daybreak by haphazardmelody
insomniac? by rigor-samsa
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Music of the week : Arch Enemy ; "Silent Wars"
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Some fine english poetry
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25.12.13To start off, Merry Christmas! I hope that you've all had a wonderful day.25.12.1310 months ago in Personal More Like This
As it is the season of giving, I thought that it was high time that I gave back to all of you as a sort of thank you for your constant support and encouragement. It isn't much but it comes from the heart.
cality, who always has a kind word to offer:
ithaswhatitisnt, who always endeavors to be kind to others:
chromeantennae, who cannot be summed up by words:
SilverInkblot, who offers the most wonderful advice:
ohsparrowsong, who is there for those that need her:
ssensory, who is always giving:
And to some of those others who are fantastic, in their own special ways:
2008 by iPawed
tocophobia. by colbalt-rain
I Wrote This One For YouYou'd want bouquetsI Wrote This One For You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beside rivers and
Streetlights on boulevards
And licking battered
Fingers as an
Ode to broken
IdentityDrunkenly stumbling, never fully awake.Identity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wash. Rinse. Repeating these old audiotapes.
You build corners out of souvenirs
To stand in after the rain. You
Would like to stay dry, but the roof is
I enjoy B-movies with enemies
While two-faced friends poison my bubbly.
Superstitions are instinct, and you wear
Crosses to keep the vampires away, only
Praying in secret when you fear Hell's
The Boy and His MachineShe whispered softly in his ear,The Boy and His Machine2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
So no one else could hear..
"Sometimes you see right through me,
Like I am made of glass,
You see my rusted soul,
And my heart made of brass.
Can you see the wires,
Underneath my skin?
And can you see the nuts and bolts,
That holds everything in?
I'm slowly falling apart,
And there's nothing you can do,
I'm not a toy that can be mended,
With needles, thread or glue.
Don't try and fix me,
This is how it's always been,
You my boy are human,
And I am a machine."
By Liezyl Steyn
PromisesYou are my;Promises2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are my;
You are my;
You are the one to save me from the one person of which I fear the most.
I tried to show you.
I tired to tell you.
I really did.
I made a promise to myself,
and someone important to you.
I would do whatever it took to make sure that you felt happiness
and not the pain you had felt you whole life.
Whatever it took.
Whatever it took...
That's what I always said.
If I had known when I made that promise,
to myself and someone important to you.
That in order for you to feel happiness,
I would have to let you go.
Would I have still made that promise?
In order for you to be pain free,
I would have to take the pain.
All of that pain that had built up for year inside of you,
along with all of my own.
Would I have still made that promise?
on giving upi have known shame once,on giving up3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is something that everyone
scraping feet across bankrupt pavement-
wall street, tall and meek, sketchy smiles, rabbit feet
many people have come to live here,
but many more die here,
understand that i was surrounded by ocean
i could've swam to maine if i wanted to
but i just stood in the sky.
felt my face, felt the fever drain
i am weak, i say
i am tired, i say
but even my own mother does not listen to me.
it would be better to say only one thing
and not mean it, than to say two different things
and mean them both. it would be better to walk and never look back at
the city behind you, than to stand there staring stupidly at it.
it would be better to forget you, than to remember
riddance.and lately i've found myself swallowing matchesriddance.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to burn my insides for fun
to distract myself from missing you so much.
its not working.
MockedI'm the girl who is always mocked for how i lookMocked2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For how i dress
What music i listen to
I sit in bed and cry
Not because of what they say hurts
Because it does
But because I'm not appreciated
Wondering down a path
I try my best
But nothing works
I don't eat because I'm "too fat"
I listen to my music loud to block all the words
Those words that will stick in my head
Make me cut again
I don't want that
I just want to be freed
I feel so trapped
I cant explain it
I begin to have feelings for someone
They aren't ever mutual
I sit and realise
Once again my hopes are dashed
Its a vicious cycle
I've never been told how to love
I've never experienced it
I feel empty
Yet tears slowly roll down my flushed cheeks
Has taken hold of me
4:51i. the exact same distance4:511 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that makes this all so
is the same that's
ii. you fled.
i think the oceans salt
emphasized the stink
of utter failure
if it was the strong
from a thousand miles across
imagine how it is
living with it constantly.
iii. bad things come in threes.
this is ringing in my head and my ears
it will hit me and i know it will
knock me down.
iv. i'm done getting up.
I'm sorryI’m sorry I’m not perfectI'm sorry2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I‘m sorry I’m not talented
I’m sorry you think I’ll never be anything
I’m sorry I’m not how you wanted me to be
I’m sorry I’m not like other people
I’m sorry I’m not intelligent.
I’m sorry I’m not everything you wanted me to be
I’m sorry for meeting you.
I’m sorry I’m not mature
I’m sorry I was born
I’m sorry for always being in the way
I’m sorry for being a mistake
I’m sorry for loving you.
Life goes on.Life goes on.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I have so many questions of which I've yet to find the answer
Not many people know me as, well myself.
I act completely different towards a person, all depending on the who they are.
I find it hard to confide in others, simply for the fear of rejection.
What would happen if they rejected me as I am? Would I lose all the ties I have worked so hard to create?
Really, you must think I'm strange saying these things. Why can't you trust people more, you say. It's not that hard, is it? Why can't you simple tell them how you feel?
I know that I'm not really that weak, but that doesn't mean I'm all that strong.
Recently, I've realised some of my relationships have broken down to the point that they're almost non-existent. How on earth did I let it get like this?
I push people away.
Even if they're the ones I need the most.
It's just who I am.
I constantly try to live up to other's standards - to society's standards.
What if I want to be different?
Will you stand besid
Her Aesthetic CrusadeShe paints a world of crimson midnight,Her Aesthetic Crusade2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you watch the sanguine colors drip down her skin.
Wilted rose petals stain her wrist scarlet,
and canyons are carved deep in porcelain flesh.
"Battle scars," she tells you simply with a flick of the paintbrush,
meticulous as she resumes her sanguine masterpiece.
"Have you won?" you ask,
though you already know the answer.
She smiles fondly and holds up the tormented easel,
for all to see the newly wrought crevice of flaming burgundy.
"How can one win this war against the burning red, my friend,
when you can barely win the battle against yourself?"
Special Sundae Treat- Sammur-amat's Sunday FeaturePLEASE this feature and these wonderful works of art, thank you!Special Sundae Treat- Sammur-amat's Sunday Feature2 years ago in Personal More Like This
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apparitionits the things that aren't really there that stick in your throat the most.apparition2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
he had a knack for leaving me for periods at a time, usually in the middle
of the night around when morning wasn't to be seen for miles. i'd wake
up with the bed empty and my voice gone and people asking me things
like, "how long were you together?" as if they hadn't ever known he was
there with me that whole time.
his name was taboo for years. i never even had the courage to manage
the first consonant of him until three years ago; it was slippery as it fell
out of my mouth, almost tugging the whole thing with it. i'd cut it short
just after the "w" and left those who were listening in confusion.
"what did you say there?"
i was never one to talk of things that i wasn't sure
existed, like god or heaven or him.all of his things were gone the
morning after he would leave, the house and myself gutted of his
existence. who was i to say that he was really there at one point?
"oh, just a stutter," i'd tell
ScarsSlender are the scars that bind,Scars2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That haunt my body and fragile mind.
They keep me here in this odd place,
And remind me that I fell from grace.
No matter who I choose to be,
They will always be a part of me.
I would be quite lost.
I need them,
Never mind the cost.
If only I knew what they were for,
And didn't endlessly thirst for more.
Scars so slender,
And so pale,
Raised on skin,
You never fail
To excite my darker dreams.
All I need is found within,
And placed upon unoffending skin.
A part of me they shall always stay,
Until my flesh has gone away.
Scars so pretty,
Let me see
Who I was and shall be.
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