SolitudeFrom dusk to dawn,
in this desolate place
that we call
I feel that
with no way out,
Without a future,
without a purpose,
my yearning soul...
As the darkness
As the numbness
of my sanity
ShadowsHer silhouette is beautiful.Shadows2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her eyes…when she cries are like ice.
A face frozen in time.
A wonder to behold.
She stares back at me with grey pupils.
Her brown hair dances in the wind.
She tells me she feels dead inside.
But to feel dead is alive.
Or so I’ve been told…
Feeling alone is alive.
To feel something is alive.
So I don’t push her away.
I motion her to come closer.
And she does
She creeps closer
Like the object that she is.
Like the robot that she is.
She tells me that she hates me.
I shrug it off. I don’t care.
But her words pierce me
She’s good at it
Like she’s Ares.
But we’re a single being,
Whether she likes it or not.
She is part of who I am.
I am part of who she is.
We’re made of each other,
We’re made for each other.
We see through each other like glass.
We understand each other’s darkness
Because we’ve experienced it together.
This Is Depression The darknessThis Is Depression2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Afraid and Alone...Tears stream downAfraid and Alone...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from forlorn eyes
A fountain of purest substance,
flooded with lies...
Tainted by insult;
my disrespected youth
Shrouded in deceit
and deviated from the truth.
Beaten down by those
who held my trust...
And taken advantage of
with a searing lust
with anything that I said;
Whether 'twas fib or fact,
my tears were shed.
I barely withstood
their trembling fury
Tormented and questioned
by my own kinsmen's jury...
I could take it no longer;
the road was too rough...
My virtue was eclipsing;
silence and faith wasn't enough
I lost my path in dusk;
my innocence fled to darker lands
With a box of sharp objects,
I took matters into my own hands...
Shrouded by mists of confusion and pain,
I didn't know what to do
Left afraid and alone,
there was not one soul I could turn to...
And even if there was...
They wouldn't have cared to know...
They wouldn't have cared at all...
And they wouldn't have understood.
Darkness vs. LightDarkness creeps so slowly,Darkness vs. Light2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am caught by surprise.
Somehow my world plunges into unending sorrow.
All it takes is a song,
Then I am falling.
Silent screams echo in my ears.
I struggle to find a light bright enough.
Something to fend off the darkness like a sword.
It isn’t fair to face the darkness knowing there is no escape.
I will not die.
Life clings to me against my will.
Where is my other half?
My soul mate?
I don’t want to be alone,
Facing down my demons without a shred of hope.
Shine so brightly I will be drawn to you.
I can’t forget I need to shine.
I just feel as if my light is dimming.
How will you find me if I am swallowed by my darkness?
A spark of hope.
I need a way to defeat my sorrows,
So I can help battle yours.
Just a glimmer of hope?
Childhood Thoughts...AlwaysChildhood Thoughts...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ray of Hope (Depression hurts!)Ray of Hope (Depression hurts!)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gloomy days and shades of grey,
promises long forgotten.
Words of pain leave scars that stay,
choices were ill-begotten.
Rays of sun obscured by cloud,
I pray for a glint of light.
Stinging darts thrown by the proud,
add misery to my plight.
searching for truth
hunting for proof
praying for sun
praying for sun...
Clouds depart, a ray of hope,
softness instead of what's cruel.
Hope is renewed, helping me cope,
sun sparkling bright like a jewel.
Depression cuts like a knife,
carving up pieces of heart.
I need something more from life,
desperate to make a new start.
needing true love
like hand in glove
wanting to please
dreaming of more
windswept summer days that never end
flowers that bloom and never die
hallowed paths to tread lightly
happy smiles deep inside me
happy smiles deep inside
Bound by BurdensLonging for redemption,Bound by Burdens2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
longing for release...
kryptonite kidi.kryptonite kid1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I'll be batman,
and you can be my robin,"
you said with a smile.
(it's just like you
to want to play the hero.
you speak when
someone pulls the string on your back:
you have all the right words.)
when I was a little girl,
I wished I could be a superhero.
all I needed was a radioactive spider,
or hidden powers
or super soldier serum.
I grew up in pursuit of these,
and became an adult when I realized
that I'd never find them.
I miss the days when I believed
all I needed was a cape to save the world.
I knew you weren't the one
because somehow I still wanted a hero,
somehow I still believed they existed:
one person who could rescue the city
all in a day's work.
I knew you had the framework
but not the heart,
a branchless tree
with no roots.
sometimes I stand on the edge,
wishing I could fly
but knowing I never will.
I think it's enough to pretend
I'll learn how one day.
(in other words,
I'm not your sidekick.)
i love youI love you.i love you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I hope you know.
I really do.
Every time I see you smile.
It makes me wish you can stay a while.
I think of you every day.
And care for you in every way.
I never want to tell you lies.
Because I never want to see tears out your eyes.
Baby you’re my thunder.
You’re a wonderful wonder.
I’m the fire.
And you’re my desire.
I always think of me and you.
But the one thing I know for sure is that…
I really do love you.
Everything is Cliche these daysEverything is Cliche these days2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything is cliché these days
Everything is cliché these days
Nothing can be true
Falling in love is cliché these days
Saying I love you
Nothing is not cliché these days
Everything is fake
Romantic days are cliché these days
Boat trip on the lake
Every emotion is cliché these days
Trusting is cliché these days
No lie is not cliché these days
Every fake strained smile
Fearing is cliché these days
When you’re busy for a while
Every tale is cliché these days
Nothing ever stays
Broken hearts are cliché these days
Going our separate ways
Surprises will surprise these days
Flowers near my door
People can surprise these days
A letter on my floor
“Love can be cliché these days
Trusting is an iss
MurdererIt’s so easy to take a life at any given time.Murderer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I’m in a good mood…
…so I’ll settle for that spider.
Kill it before it lays eggs.
It’s so easy. Too easy.
Shut the blinds;
Close the door.
You don’t want anyone to see this.
Bring her to her knees. Watch her scream.
What a beautiful scene.
Life is a cruel joke,
Is there a point to all this?
There has to be, right?
He grew up to be the tallest tree
Just to be burned down.
That’s too bad.
No one will remember him anyway.
Friend says she feels alive when she’s dying.
How do I reply?
Whatever, I’ll say something.
Murder these feelings.
They don’t exist if we hide them.
We’re all killers.
Shall we talk about it instead?
Six WordsSadly, this is just a dream.Six Words2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
SurrenderHis battle cry eliminated the darkness.Surrender2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Story Time.You are an open bookStory Time.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a language that I cannot
RomanticistsDreamers often have it hard,Romanticists2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
or so that's what I've been told,
for to survive the grasp of a dream,
one must be brightened and bold -
Torch in hand, hand on heart
to flicker a flaring flame
and allow desires to manifest
until they can be proclaimed.
WhyMy words are my soul made liquidWhy5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And dried on the whites of the eyes
Of my demons.
Every swish of my pen
Is a twist of truth in the lies;
An exposé of a ruined thing.
The syllables are the sounds
My blood would make,
If only my blood could sing.
I pour myself into this,
That is as much as my song
As my heartbeat,
And it makes me strong.
That's what this means to me,
Why I do this,
Why I write out my soul
For all the world to see -
I need some validity
In this actuality
Of pain and life
And joy and death,
And these words
That pour out of me
With every breath -
I need it to mean something.
I want to be remembered
When I am nothing but ash,
And the clash
Of swords is heard mightier
Than the swish of my pen,
I want to be alive again.
Battle ScarsBattle ScarsBattle Scars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once a young boy asked me
Why do I have those marks on my wrist?
I told him it was because of depression
He asked, “What was that?” and what I said went something like this…
You feel nothing at all
No pain, no pleasure, no life, no death
Nothing, like a doll
It’s a fire burning in your soul
Consuming every inch of flesh and bone
Like you are nothing but a lump of coal
Your mind drowning in it’s own pool of tears
You see nothing but the blue
Feel nothing but the fears
Like a ton of bricks upon your shoulders
Pressing down, crushing you under
Each day another boulder
Tearing up your thoughts and dreams
The feeling eating away at your mind
Splitting you at the seams
A way to control your emotions
A blade to cause the sensation
As you make the slicing motions
Emerging from cuts in red
Reminding you that you’re alive
Foolish...You can't undoFoolish...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the damage done-
You can't relive
those lonely years-
You can't resuscitate
someone who has
long ago since drowned...
And you cannot mend
a broken heart
with the use
of a simple
twothese scars will melttwo1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with time, but the emotions
are forever branded to
the hour that birthed them and
the strangers they belong to
I Dream In BlackEvery time my head touches the pillow,I Dream In Black1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when my eyes close,
I fear the dreams
that will inevitably come.
For when I lay blind
on my bed,
blanketed in black light,
I dream of you.
And I've noticed that,
the dreams of my deepest sleep
have been gradually turning darker,
as if painted
And I fear
when they disappear,
so will you.
Beautiful.They say I’m beautifulBeautiful.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because of the way my crystalline heart reflects light off its fractured surface
Well, that isn't a reflection
It’s rejection of the light because it’s all too much to handle
Throw myself away into the dark without even a candle
‘Cause I don’t want to recognize all the pain I’m in
Or realize the truth behind what I am or who I've been
And I tried to make things right but I just keep on making wrong
I never listened to the angel on my shoulder when she called
I count my tears like they’re experience
And my scars like they’re mysterious
And that’s a feeling I’ll remember –
Watching as you left
Watching as you ended what was meant to be forever
And I can see it in their eyes; everyone can empathize
So they say that I’m beautiful because they don’t know what else to say.
But if being broken is beautiful, then it’s the ugliest way...