it rained and rained...
till the sky darkened to oblivion
lost in the waterfall of changes
it rained till it all fade...
swept in a wave of delirium-
You never destroy people you care about. Never. That is not how it works. That should never be an option. Period.
I can't move
My body is frozen
My chest still
As tears run down my cheeks
I'm still as they drip off my face
My limbs are stiff
I cant feel my heart beat
Its as if my heart is truly gone
The music floods my head
I just lie in bed
I can't get control
Of my head
I don't know
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to do
Do I tell you?
Do I warn you?
Will you just leave?...
Just as the others have
I'm too complicated
I'm too much trouble
I'm too much effort
I'm too much work
I need too much
I lie here crying
Yet I don't say a word about it
While we talk
Frozen in my tracks
I don't want you to go...
We've barely begun
If I tell you how fucked up I am...
This morning a woman on the train asked me about suicide,
and all I could tell her was that it was worse
than being stung by a thousand bees
on the tender skin beneath the throat.
I remember how your bones jutted out so far
that I could travel up them like a ladder in the days
before your death.
Even the forks and spoons in your bed
didn’t want to kiss you anymore.
Sometimes I think I can see Alaska from your house,
but then I remember it’s just the way the light changes
in the afternoon.
I still drink gin and liquor and raid the medicine cabinet
when no one else is home.
You were the one who always had the answers;
now I’m the one who has to ask all the questions.
They say th...
Please help a broken wing.
Here's something I wrote on a girls forum in utter desperation. I need someone to help me. Please, help.
- A broken winged Writress
Hi... So I finally found a topic that suits my issue, and I am having huge trouble. I don't know who to turn to and it's getting so bad that I have come to this place... A girls forum. So here comes the story of Snooper Gurl, please, please help me out.
This problem started way, way back. I am in a relationship of about three years with a man of 27. I am 19, but he's a lot more immature than his age and I am a lot more grown up for my age. We meet in the middle, and though we had to fight f...
Her eyes shine
With glistening tears
As she is dancing
In the night
To the sad songs
Of a lonely
#nightingale #MayFalls #PoetryChallenge
Dream is what our mind Desires
Dream without having FEAR OF FAILURES
Dream is what makes us feel unique
Let me Remind You That,
DREAMS ARE NOT FAKE!!!!
Dreams make us Powerful
Dreams will come True
Only If we Work Hard for OUR DREAMS!!
NEVER EVER GIVE UP!!
"Well DREAMS sucks. .. ... You get attched to them . .. and they don't come true"....
I want you to leave me reeling
from the void left in my lungs
after you roll out of my arms
and onto my breath.
My words shall carry our colors
long after our story is forgotten,
and I shall wait for my faith to become
undone in the palms of the truth that
we were made of softer things
than the poems tumbling out of us.
© Ashka Naik
So at 23wks I'm still having a full on period! It's scary! It's crazy to see a heartbeat & feel the movements inside & yet to be told I'm not pregnant by medical professionals. Granted I haven't been back for a while after the last break down. I guess the worst part is KNOWING I'm pregnant & questioning my self since the "professionals" state otherwise! What if something is wrong! Who do I turn to when no one believes me? Thus far I've gone through it all alone!
M: "Can you feel again?"
H: "I don't know. It is my job."
M: "Promise me you'll try and not give up."
M: "I won't tell you I told you so. I just wish you could think and care about yourself as much as you do for others."
H: "But I do. It's my job to care, to feel, to spread joy and love and doing that makes me happy...and sad."
M: "I always admire your courage, your enthusiasm....but I worry about you. I can't see you broken."
H: "Don't worry, it's what I signed up for, isn't it?"
M for the mind.
H for the heart.
She was stuck
In the prison
Made by the people
Who can't even feed
And work to
Depression is like sorrowing after someone's death.
But nobody died.
Except of yourself.
A little bit.
Day by day.
I wish I could exaplain how it feels to be back to square one. It is as though I'm circumflexed into a never-ending spiral.
There you go! Another couple of sentences that'll give you no idea about what I'm trying to say. What I have come to realise about my style of writing is that I'm afraid of honesty. So, I decided to cut the third sentence in the previous paragraph and start this new one with honesty.
That's a kick-start, I guess.
Into the shadows, where life wanted peace and came with troubles,everyone who cared left sooner or later,nothing in life remained,even the shadow of own said I will be with you when the light appears...
He walked on shores
Over foam and sand
Stopped near the boat
Just as they both planned
He stared at the sea
That was oh so grand
Then into his heart
That was empty and bland
From his pocket
He pulled out in his hand
A note that said:
"By the boat, there I'll stand"
But there was no one there
He was let down and sad
But after the tears
He came to understand
That reality doesn't always offer
What our hearts demand