tired
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What do I feel?Does it matter, I sometimes think,To express or show it? exhausting thoughts,It is like the air has been repressedAnd I don’t have the energy to navigateIn half answers and half hopes,
Four years since the day that I have found out your name,
Four years since I have never been the same.
Four years since the first time I saw that smile,
i am discouraged.
the lord has given me a desire to wed-
to be the bride, walking down the aisle, in a fluffy white gown.
to care for my other half, body and soul.
i am discouraged.
the lord has given me a desire to wed-
to be the bride, walking down the aisle.
to care for my other half, body and soul.
but i am single, and i'm not talking to any men.
I'm just tired.
Not the kind that sleep can cure.
Tired of being let down.
Tired of faking happiness.
Tired of being sad.
Tired of waking up and feeling like I'm worthless.
Tired of trying.
You know, I thought if I just kept writing about my pain
That the pain would get better
That I would get better
That maybe by sharing my hurt
I wouldn’t hurt anymore
But the truth is that
I'm so tired Of tryingOf pretending everything is okOf being unloved But I can’t sleep foreverNot yet
I wanna sleep but I am not tired
I am tired but I can't sleep
I am tired so I have to sleep
Why can't I ever sleep
I close my eyes
I see pictures
I hear my thoughts
I feel feelings
My heart is severely scared, my mind feels the burns of the rusty chains weighing them down… there’s no escape from my mental scars I mean.. metal bars…times you can’t see clear because vision is clouded by the fog of time.
I slowly opened my tired eyes
I couldn't feel anything
Numbness consumed my body
I look around at my surroundings
I realize I'm under a willow
And all of a sudden,
Laying here in bed
Feeling emotionally unavailable
An explosion in my head
Tired of fighting for everyone
If I don't, they may leave
Or found dead
I'm the fixer
I need the fixing
Mixed feelings
There is just so much
That one person can take.
I am so sorry.
A cardboard cut out
A want-to-be,
Of a down-to-earth
Personality.
Just a bit more in touch,
With reality.
Can't handle day-to-day.
And there's no such thing as peace.
So numb as ever,
It's confusing being mixed.What I look like, and my experiences,they don't line up with a typical anything.I am not European-American,I am not Puerto Rican,I am an amalgamation of these things, and more.
I got tired of being rejected everywhere
I got tired of everything i do wrong
I got tired of pretending that I am happy
I am tired of everything already
Nothing surprises me anymore
You were my strength
I woke up one day too tired to run;
I just didn't have the energy anymore.
I didn't have the resolve to fight.
I didn't have it within me to take action either.
I decided to let the wind blow,
I read a poem to my dad.
He said he didn't understand.
And it was too long.
I didn't understand that.
He doesn't know big words.
He asks me the meaning.
Of that one word.
I know the word.
but no matter how hard he tries
he will never be able to change
he overthinks and doubt will arise
he locks his feelings in a cage
Death.
We are afraid of death-
Alright fuck it, I'll be real with you guys.
I havent slept in a few days, and generally, I'm reaching another all time low.
We view our lives,
Through a lens called hope.
But mine is cracked,
And full of holes
Hello there, little warrior boy
Are you getting lonely?
Cheer for the saints,
It's the demons who own thee.
Fall up and bare arms,
Against king's of decree.
Learn how to let go,
An anchor tied,
around my head
push me off.
I'll sink to bed.
Sleep among,
the reef and fen,
And hope I never wake again.
Who am I?
But a demon in the deep.
I might not be like you,
But I still need air to breathe.
Is it you who will drown me?
You who force me down?
I fight, not for a victory,
Far away in mind but close in heart
The time well spent is more than I could need
Yet I’m still feeling the tears I left on your shirt
I’m in pain,
all the time.
Everyday is agony,
im tired of this fight.
let me show you what I mean.
So, I’ll make my cake
out of shotgun shells.
Light it up
like a candle.
i’ve been spiralling,
everything is happening too quickly.
i am incapable of emotions, i am drifting away.
nothing matters, i don’t matter.
i’ve returned to nothing,
my existence means nothing and soon,
The scariest part of being alone is liking your empty home.
It’s a double edged blade made of security and pain,
it’s depressions bed at three am,
it’s saying “i’m okay with this.”
I’m starting to think
my happiness trial has expired.
Im numb all the time
when did I get so tired?
Why does it never stop?
When did the nightmares come back?
Normal people find there happy places
Well for me
I don't have one
This happy persona is just a lie
I'm not happy,
I'm sad
A lot of things have changed
the growing,
the progressing,
the timing of everything,
there is a limitation of things I could describe.
I cannot question,
I cannot make a negotiation,
the memories of you have burned a hole into my brain,
theyve singed my hair,
painted the walls ash-grey.
i asked if i could burn the sweatshirt
but it wasnt your face i was looking at,
G-d I’m tired
I’m tired of working, trying to attain the wherewithal
All this work, I wish I was retired
It’ll be my downfall
I am in a constant state of dream and nightmare
One moment,
The sun is smiling at me,
showing me the world in bright colours,
helping me laught at the bipolarity of life.
The biggest lie I ever told myself was that I wouldn't stay up too late
Studying or doing work.
Now that I'm on my senior year of high school all of that
Went out the window.
i want to write a poem about you
but its nearly midnight and im so tired i can feel the bags under my eyes building every single time i blink
I’ve learned to fear wanting too many things.
The selfishness I’ve harboured as a child has melted from a stain to just a bruise.
The phrase “I want” used to spill from my mouth like blood from a wound
The world could see.
In the dead of night I close my eyes
But cannot keep these thoughts outside
I hear it scratching at my door
And moaning from beneath the floor
This sadness
Sits idly in my chest
Like an unseen counterweight
Pulling my heart towards the earth-
begging for rest.
I beg for rest, too
I beg for clarity
Fear.
The mess of tangled thoughts, mangled anxieties, strangled shouts
That invades your brain
On quiet nights.
Fear.
The party rages and the drinks flow, the room smoke filled,
Everyone laughs and smiles, stories are shared and cups spilled,
Challenges made in jest and tale weavers are grilled,
Your eyes were like a tired sunset,Shining with a soft amber light,Seeing the beauty in even the ugliest of things.
There's a boy I know
That mostly sticks to his own,
He doesnt speak much
But hald assed insults,
He closes his eyes
More often than all of the time,
Shy boy
Quiet boy
Tired boy.
Harder are the days going,
And smaller are my hopes being.
Tired from those daily battles,
Hiding goes my upcoming titles.
I been waiting for forever
And nothing’s getting better.
I always care too much
Wish that I could say whatever
You know what?
I'm tired of the bullshit
Oh you wanna talk?
Maybe I'd have time if I wasn't I fed up
Always mouthing off
About how you this and that, not!
You always on this hype
The voice in my headIt keeps yelling for reliefFrom the pain I feel inside of meA thoughtThat remedy can be sought from anywhereAnd not found anywhereNo matter the effort given
I feel flat.
2-dimensional.
So if I seem tensional
I swear it's unintentional.
I'm in that mood where you see without feeling.
You know?
Where things go by and you barely see them go.
i dont know if im really who i say i am if im happy if im great who knows what i am no one but me. but im making sure that even knows my image and my heart im sad and happy who i am limbo i just want to obtain that one thing every human desires ha
She let's down her hair and sighs. Her head hung down. Her heart sunk low as a single tear ran down her face. She couldn't help but wonder When would this nightmare end? When could she truly smile again? Only god could answer her.
I heard something today...
I heard that a dead flower is not dead until it's pedals are nothing but ash.
Do I know what this means? Maybe.
I am ready to leave this place.
Forget about everyone.
Pack up and disappear.
I am tired of the memories.
That linger around every corner.
Of the meaningless routine.
Talking is exhausting.
I have to force myself to be eloquent, to say it right
To speak clearly and attentively
So much energy is used.
The strings vibrate violently over the frets,
Making the people collect.
The drum stick cracks over the skin,
Letting the beat begin.
Only one week
This week I feel the weakest
I feel like I should sleep less
But sleep is my weakness
God please write me quickly
i'm running out of time,
my family has no time for me
and i can't say goodbye.
it's not the words that stop me,
nor their meaning make me cry,
no matter this dawg gone pup
took numerous one after another cat nap
his utterly fatigued
body electric still ragged
as if he went without sleep for a lifetime,
ensnared within a time warp,
Why do I dislike your company?
Why does the conversation run dry?
Why does your presence elicit disharmony?
Why do you render my plans awry?
I find your interests to be drivel,
Writer's block is a painful endeavor.
So bad it makes me question my creativity and if a spark of it existed ever.
If only there was a magic pill or convenient mushroom
sitting around waiting to be consumed.
I loathe you,
Thief of waking hours.
Good terms can't be renewed,
With all the time you've devoured.
I want to see, think, and feel;
I want to spend my time pondering what is real.
Listen to me, you apathetic, groggy naysayer of the morn,
Downcast with your expression baggy-eyed and forlorn;
Get up and get going, nurse your lethargy no more!
Well, it's 10 o' clock and lights are out.
My roomate is snoozing, a lump of blankets.
Through the dark, I hear a plane, soaring overhead with it's last passengers.
DEAR TIRED EYES,
HOW DO I SLEEPSOUNDLYWHEN THE WORLDIS VIBRANTAND BURSTING WITHCOLOR?
HOW DO I SLEEPAT ALLWHEN I MISS SO MUCHAS MY EYELASHESFLUTTER SHUT?
Dear School,
I don’t remember what it’s like to be refreshed.
To wake up in the morning with a smile on my face
And a can-do attitude.
Dear depression,
As the tears
stream down my face
I begin to feel like
A disgrace
“we cant help you if you don’t speak”
Is what they always say
But what they do not know
I live moment to moment
Heck, I am the moments
I am that moment when you're in the middle of texting someone and they call you
This carpet is nice.
I think I’ll rest here.
Above me, the fan hums contentedly.
Whooping round and round,
again and again.
wide awake
once again
hoping sleep will be my friend
but for now
its late
late at night
my mind too filled to drift away
She's always surounded by people,
but she's always lonely.
She never runs out of energy,
but she's always tired.
She's always trying her best,
but sometimes her best isn't enough.
You cannot cry for them,
They don’t care.
They don’t,
And it’s that simple.
She excludes you on purpose,
Pushes you away.
You thought she was your friend,
But I guess you thought wrong.
Somewhere along the lines I stopped and decided
Not to let my whole identity get wrapped inside
What I thought you wanted—expected of me
I could not live being an insincere fake—I tried.
I am not okay.
This is all a lie.
I'm not who you think.
Let me clarify.
I spend my days
laughing off my pain;
I spent my nights
silencing my brain.
I appear to have
It is two in the morning when I feel your warm hands begin to massage my feet.
Two of us slumped over each other, tired-eyed, forgetting other life subsists
She sat in her 1994 Geo-Tracker, in the school parking lot--
feet on the dash and all.
She was sipping on Robitussin, and smoking a cigarette.
Nothing is free In the grand scheme of things.
But I want your lies tonight.
Broken men have broken courage it's broken
and miss construed.
And I myself am broken.
So let me have your lies
like glue
Have you ever been so tired
That your bones all creak
Like a tree's branches in a gale,
Or gate hinges in the summertime?
Have you ever been so tired
That the dust whipping around the skies
Last night, my eyes were heavy;I was having trouble sleeping again,The room so dark I could not see,My skin raw, itching, and paper thin,
How do you sleep with so much in your head
like a train circulating a mountain, full speed
it's hard for you to go to bed
like a victim fighting to be freed
my mind gives me no peace
Feeling like nodding off
Prop my feet up
Taking a load off
Tired of reading my book
Heavy eyelids no longer look
Saliva ooze to droop
Worn out to the bone
As my body starts to shake,
I realize I might begin to hyperventilate.
Taking deep breathes, one by one,
I start to gain control again.
Overwhelmed and full of stress,
I begin to have anxiety attacks.
These tears streaming down my face? They're for the hours I've spent pouring over books not soaking in information because my sleep depraved mind has lost its ability to absorb anything but the haunting melody of voices crying out give me rest.A
nothing can bring me peace
here in the dark
I am dying
but the light lives
that much is evident
seen through shuttered windows
I'm tiredI'm Oh so tiredI don't know if I can take this anymoreIf I can stayIf I can play alongPretend to still be happyThe small upsAre no longer worth the crushing blows
God I hurt so much.
Without you to talk to.
Im trying so hard to fix it, but god I'm tired.
Just tired.
Emotionally, physically, psychologically.
Is it even worth it at this point?
Do you remember how it felt when the wind blew
pleasantly brushing your hair side to side?
It's a comforting feeling,
a feeling that one can appriecate,
Even though it is not expected.
I knew
I knew I loved you when I realized my favorite thing about you was your smile and the way it could light up the darkest rooms in my mind
My proclamation?
This is what I've got;
My motivation?
Consider it shot;
My concentration?
Lost it on the spot;
My procrastination?
Worse than you thought;
My generation?
Today, you were with me.
You laughed when I laughed,
we thought alike so often.
Yet you seemed different,
sad about, something.
I wanted to ask you, but we're still being repaired.
The wheel of the year started with me in the sleeping death that is ashen winter snow.
Everything that had been there had burned away; only charred remnants were left in the dead sea of what was.
I woke up so tired.Pain above my eyes,that reaches down my back,sinking its claws into my muscles.It crumbles the remains of my stomachsin its cruel handand squeezes so hard
Can I be quiet?
Can I watch and just observe?
Can I just be
and not spend every second of my day proving that I am worthy of being heard?
call me out of the shadows i call home
call me out of this place that stripped me to the bone
call me out of the burning fire of life
call me away from the blade of a knife
For once, I have never felt so desperate
judging myself for what I am destined to be.
Most don't find themselves until
it is no longer expected from them.
I am afraid to wait too long.
Mondays suck.
I'd rather pet a duck,
Or maybe a lamb,
'Cuz they're so adorable, man.
You probably hate Mondays too,
Enough to whack its inventor with a shoe.
Stomach shriveled
Legs weak
Loss of appetite
Loss of sleep
Constantly freezing
Constantly stressed
Why oh why am I so depressed?
Hunger is gnawing
I'm feeling so faint
Sleepless nights and restless day
Mind in a fog, almost a daze
School has got me in a craze
Homework and test every week
Midday
and I can't wait to sleep,
Night comes
and closed lids just won't keep.
Then wake arrives
to my defeat;
Low energy,
12 hour day,
Repeat.
Vodka I know you drank blankets the room
A washer so rusted the orange seeps through these weary cracks of cement floors
Smile covered face where I peppered you with kisses you can't feel
I'm tired of trying to be someone I'm not
I'm tired of social conventions
I'm tired of always writing the same plot
I'm tired of new inventions
I'm tired of stuffing my head full of facts
She's drowning
It's heavy
Weighing her down
Realizing
Long ago
That she can't
Swim
Feeling weightless
But the bad kind
That makes you
Feel like a shadow
Like air
A sigh escapes
Heart growing cold
Tears squeezed out
But nothing matters
Not at the moment
Everything is gone
Your life is a lie
Or so it seems
But no energy
Is left behind
Blood pulsing in your veins
Feral growls passing through
Eyebrows knit together
All aimed at you
Limbs quaking with anger
Hands curl into fists
Shaking to slam one
Into a wall
A floor
Midnight sparks the most marvelous sounds
Music emits through the underground
Insomnia wrecks me like lightning at sea
The singing it bends me like wind breaking trees.
I’ve never been so sure that I’m tired
It seems that something happens every week
Just like the first time you ignore me
But as time passes, it hurts even more
I forget when it became unbearable
Have you ever lost the lack of sleep
because the thoughts in your head become too deep?
It dwells on your mind
because most people cannot ever decide
I am tired.
Tired of holding my tongue
at the thoughts
my mind shouts.
What do I want to do?
Who do I want to be?
How will I make money?
I do not know.
And I am tired.
Its dark. I don't know where I am anymore; I could be dead, I could be asleep. All I know is that I don't care anymore. I feel peace here and I don't feel pain anymore. My cares are gone and I feel free.
I have grown incessantly tired
Tired of being nice
Tired of being understanding
Tired of being forgiving
Tired of being tolerant
Okay, that's enough of that
I think that my mind has finally had enough
of you
I'm so very done with your shit
(Pardon my language)
In truth, I'm not even sure if It's your shit I'm done with
Do well in elementary
To get good high school classes
To get the good teachers
To get a good GPA
To get into a good college
With a good major
To get a good job
To get a good career
I'm stuck
in my head.
I've run out of luck
my brain and my heart; they bled.
I'm stuck
and I just want to get out.
Climbing through the muck
my head just screams and shouts.
You know the nights
where your eyelids droop--
but you don't fall asleep, no,
(you could only wish),
instead you're just numb.
I stared fear in the eyes and asked it how was its day our staring match, lastedfor about five minutes and I refused to look away I am bigger I am not afraid I said, as I trembled in my legs
Not a word to an ounce of pain
Nor a cry to weigh frustration
Because even though I write this here
I’ve given up translation
"Pursue your dreams!" chippered voices encourage as mine pleads for guidance,
"Just do what you love."
Easier said than done in a restless world where every tune is heard except the one within.
Do you think its ok
to keep trying
even though you are not
good enough
Do you think that
its ok to keep going
even though you have tried hard
but still have tasted defeat
My heart is breaking,
my faith is shaking,
too much is what all of this stress is taking.
Can't calm down,
can't look around,
on the outside I smile.
On the inside I frown...
So tired of life,
tired.
that's the one word that constantly replays in my head.
sadness.
a terrible feeling, like you're sinking down, down, down into the depths of the sea of despair :(
lonely.
I take a deep breath,
And the filters are turned off.
My eyes are dark and tired
My shouders - slumped in defeat
My smile is now being worried away
Between my imperfect teeth
My hair comes down
Ever have the feeling of being all alone?
Like you have to hash out your problems all by yourself?
Well, I feel you.
These past few months, I've been feeling like no one has my back anymore.
Think not of it as a whirlpool in an empty tub of ice,
Think of it as a riptide of rocks in a field of grass.
When you feel weighed down
With arms and legs made of lead,
Back broken,
Bent over backwards,
Spirits crushed like old soda cans,
But you still say things like
"I don't mind"
Depression isn't linear
It doesn't follow a pattern or trend
That's easy to see and understand
It hits in places that leave bruises
Under clothes and coverings
That can't be seen without intimacy.
Not sleeping the night before
Fatigued, feeling not up to par
Watching the clock so intently
Waiting for the day to be over
So that you can run upstairs
Brush your teeth and then
Fall
Fall
Sometimes I'll lie awake at night thinking of everything and nothing all at once
(Another sleepless night)
And every time, a thought will cross my mind
(Never welcomed)
And I become sad
Everyday feels the same,
like im going insane,
trying to stay in this game,
No one knows,
what I dare not show,
And no matter where I go,
You are there,
showing you don't care
I'm just tired.
Can't you see?
This simply cannot be cured by sleep.
It's not that kind of tired.
It's a kind of tired that's quite at home in my bones.
A tired that says I'm tired of everything.
Have you ever been
So angry
That you broke a wall
Broke a heart
Have you ever been
So depressed
That you only feel
The blade against you skin
Have you ever been
Neglect–ed
Ringed out with blood and stretch marks.
Wrinkles written in between the crevices of my eyes.
They sting and burn. Fighting, fighting, and falling.
I kept falling. I failed.
Notice me ticking
Because I cant take every blow
You so innocently throw
At my ego
Notice that I am struggling
That I struggle
To trust
And open up to you.
I am up stil lawake
I don't do anything
So I have no reason to still be up the late
Maybe I'll grab something to eat
But usually I just wait
The best part is when I sleep
my head. It bobs.
my eyes, they droop.
my neck bends.
don’t sleep!
my fingers they slow,
my breath it steadies.
my work as my pillow.
don’t sleep!
minutes lag on as hours
I’m tired of being silent
I can’t say that I’m having a hard time at school
I can’t say that I’m having a hard time with friends
Why am I so hung up on a stupid message
It's nothing
I'm nothing
At least to him...
But what if we did
Look each other in the eyes
Remember each other at night
Things like this don’t go away
The sadness builds as you try to be strong
Some days you can’t even get out of bed
You don’t tell the ones you love
If you do they get mad
Like it’s your fault you’re sad
He swore there was gold woven through the fabric of her skin,
But the slightest ivory phantom slipped out of her mouth.
As soon as she understood, she inhaled.
"I take it back," she breathed
Wrong, you are tiring me out, enticing my mind with an apple that came from a tree that bore the fruit of the wicked, why?
I have a thing for the moon.
I'm scared to go to sleep.
I think I'm scared.
I have to be scared.
That's the only explanation
I'm scared to sleep
I don't know who I am anymore. I don't know what it means to feel motivated in something that you really love doing since people expect you to be perfect. I continue to push but for what?
its not the usual kind of exhausted.
i dont feel heavy, like ten pound barbells are in my eye sockets
or like my blood is molten steel instead.
no, my arms are not limp and lifeless
I’m so tired
I feel the weariness in my bones
Do you feel it?
It comes off of me in waves
You might not even feel it
But I feel it
I see it in my reflection
Bags under my eyes
Pressing in from all sides
anxieties, responsibilities
must does
and duty
the to do list on the fridge
the daily remainders
and refrains
keep the family together
go to first job
And I tried not caring
But this shit doesn't work.
Everytime I think about it, it hurts.
And it hurts worse
That you don't even care
I imagined life is game where players play fair
Everything makes me tired
being in bed
being out of bed
sitting
standing
thinking
Everything makes me tired
As I'm laying here
in my bed,
cherry blossoms bursting
in my brain,
I scratch an itch
between the blue lines.
I’m Tired
Tired of being told I can’t do something
Tired of being told I’m too slow
Tired of being told I’m too small
Tired of being told I’m to week
I’m Tired
I’m tired of going out and socializing with people.
I’m tired of this suffocating loneliness.
I’m tired of this life passing me by.
I’m tired of getting involved.
But most of all,
I’m tired.
I’m tired
Can't sleep. It's midnight.
Twelve O Clock or maybe one.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. gone.
Tired of winters
And swollen rivers
Chests heaving
People leaving
Want to sleep
Maybe for weeks
Need to sleep
Maybe for weeks
I’m tired,
So tired.
Someone please let me sleep.
I’ve been wandering for so long,
Traveling through this vast desert.
There’s nothing in sight
No oasis like they claim,
Im tired
tired of waiting to have a perfect body
tired of all the screaming
tired of all the lies
tired of not being perfect
why cant life be easy
why cant our generation be in peace
In the morning I wake to rush and runTo keep in time time timeIn the day I have so little funI keep in time time timeIn the noon I begin to swoonFor there is so little timeNot even enough for this rhyme
I’m giving up
So sorry
I just can’t anymore
I can’t keep trying so hard for naught
And I can’t waste my time
I’m giving up happiness
Because nobody gives a fuck about mine
So why should I?
I’m not bullied,not me.I never have been,and I probably won’t be.But I’m sickand I’m tiredof watching these people laugh at other people.
Tired,
to even when the pen scratches paper,
an uneven blank etched scrawl,
It mirrors the state of mind,
a crease present now and for all the pages to come,
Over lines and crossing through spaces,
They Stand Tall, Higher Than The Sky,
I Know They Could Kill Me, But I Continue To Fight.
Pain
I feel it taking over me inside
The cries, the struggles
The pain that needs to be set free
Why did you hurt me?
Why must I feel the way I do because of you
So many questions gone unanswered
In a world of pain,lonliness and sadness
i want to be their super hero
with a magic wand that creates joy and happiness
i'll make all sorrows disseaper
and fill the earth with peace and content
The beauty of lifeEven through this strifeIs people’s abilitytheir uncanny adaptabilityTo hold in their palmthat one simple objectobject of calmThe ability to affect
When I sit in school,
I want to fly away.
Up to the stars,
To soar past Mars,
I'd like to leave and play.
This class is dumb,
My brain is numb,
My eyes are going blurry.
My pen is dead,
"This is a very intense poem that is true, and it is very sad and painful going through this.
It's kind of like you're free falling with no parachute
Your body feels weightless and you're floating
You feel the wind rushing as you're diving towards earth
But at the same time, time sort of stops
Intrigued by your mystery,
captivated by your suspense, but you're
Forbidden.
Like eve nothing can stop this desire,
you radiate
Temptation.
A little engine pushes past all obstacles, seemingly strong.A broken engine too much burden, falls to ashes at the stop.
It was the final set,
Victory was near.
It had come down to this,
The world would get,
And with one little sphere,
Into a company of bliss.
Match point, it was
Walking slowly
my head faced down
but it is too dark
to see the ground
Into the unknown
I keep walking Still
into my skin it pierces
the cold deathly chill
I hear the slightest sound in the middle of the night. Both my heart and my breath have ceased for the moment.I am completely motionless.There goes another noise.This time, it is more distinct.
Before I get an "E", let me explain something please,
I'm a very busy child and time always runs past me.
I know you've alerted us, but with myself I never discuss,
The glass on my window moves back and forth
The wind makes a pounding noise
Every so often I have to check
To see if someone is out there
There never is anyone
I am always alone
And outside I can hear,
Sometimes we threw punches,
Both verbal and with our fist,
Though the bruises left over,
Whether on our ego or on our face,
You’ve Got Mail
I remember the movie well;
Full of incomparable romance,
Soul-mates of a sort
Long since found
Through these blue eyes I see
The destruction if a war scarred land
By these cold hands I touch
The lips of those that have died
With this broken heart I feel
I grow weary with every step I take,
down the endless broken path.
My head grows heavy with every breath,
my vision blurring through a swarm of tears.
Dreams are an escape from reality,
A reality that we wish not to see,
For with open eyes things become very clear,
We see the world for what it truly is,
So take a step back and breath in the atmosphere,
For years, I have been cheated.
Exceeding your expectations with hesitation.
I don't want to be read to,
I came here to acquire your knowledge because you have a certification.
Darkness cascades over a cliche moment of loneliness.
Circulation fails and my hands go numb,
as I stare at a bright screen watching the rest of the world go by
at 2 past witching hour.
Imprisoned Life
Within a cage the heart does cry,
No hope to stand against a lie
And beats in pain to be set free
Mournful weeping rips through leaves
And dewdrop tears rest so silently
And I sit here perched up high
Looking down at the time gone by
I wonder of the years I've wasted
Sick and tired of being sick and tired.
You scream our way, it will backfire.
Are we out? Is it time?
Do you give a crap, Mrs. Madeline?
Is it necessary that we know,
what becomes of the "planet" Pluto?
As the trees become pale
The life sucked out of fragile leaves.
The sky, covered in dull, meaningless clouds.
I watch as Earth welcomes Winter
With a friendly, extended hand.
pitter-patter like little feetraindrops tapping on mine pane
bitter burns hiss and slitherremembrance dismantles my sane
moist summers and eerie chimesfingertips lost within your mane
My eyes glaze over,
His words drown out.
I know he is speaking,
But no words come out.
Pondering between yawns,
Correcting his lessons in my head.
His words never make sense,
There is a time when one must step back
and see the tens of thousands of backstories
working together to build
one
using only the tissue of the heart.
They carve in and haul out,
I wonder if the other tired eyeshang low like their hearts because past loversare in the past and the future movesfast,so fast.
You exhaust me.
That hardly describes it.
I wish there was a better phrase for putting my emotions through a spin cycle.
You didn't even hang me out to dry.
The world as perceived by the saddest of the sad is just a rusty radio
Static
Turned low, so's not to wake my neighbor.
Too tired to turn it off
too worn down to search for a signal.
So, resigned, I sit
I can feel my heart beat
It beats so slowly now
But it thumps
And it thumps
So loudly
I can feel my hand twitch
I can't control the way it moves
It shakes so softly now
Why do I constantly feel like shit?
Maybe I'm just Tired.
When I was younger,
I had always wished to be Invisible.
I used to put a blanket over my head,
hide in corners of the room.
I always thought of how cool it would be
to be there but unseen.
I'm twisted twisted up inside
drowning in this love for you
the knot in my throat
only worse with every fleeting moment
These things you tell yourself at midnight
When you're alone
and those thoughts in your head just won't
shut up.
And all you want is some Goddamn
silence
I woke up from my nap and my eyes were really dry.
To the bathroom I applied the eye drops.
Twice I blinked.
They were still dry. Dry and red, Irritated.
I have no heart, So how do I live ? I have no love, so what do I give ? I have no feelings so what do I spill . Why do I have I never have time to chill ? Why does being fake prevent you from being real ?
Love can't be touched;
Love isn't tame;
Love won't give you fame;
I love you so much
i cant help but clutch
my heart that you used as a game.
Life is rough and we all have experienced the bumpy roads
keep your head up and hang in there
you see those bullies? that storm that just crushed your home? the adversities you face everyday?
dont let them get to you
Wondering mind leads you to question how to mend this relationship we so helplessly destroy.
It's like love without a purpose yet love of such chaos brings also moments of joy.
There once was a girl who knew everything,
A witty comeback, an intelligent review, a passing observation
All eloquently exhaled from her blood red lips.
With a transparent snap of her fingers
I know me saying this isn't right
But it's how I feel
I really want to end my life
Yes I am for real
This ring and I have been through it all
Seasons, months, funerals and joy
This ring is my brother, my sister, and friend
Till death do us part this ring is my man
Time together spins a silver flurry
The night wraps around my limbs to comfort
Vital force screams for you from my body
Will, tenet, and my guard are taken down
Affection from you melts me like chocolate
Long brown hair,
Dark, frizzy and out of touch.
Long black lashes,
Glasses that covered her big brown eyes.
Trust Issues
I loved him
I thought we were forever
But he had someone else
He thought he was clever
It’s a hard thing to describe
It’s so hard to explain
Just I can’t help it
Feeling this way
Just the way you smile
The way you sing a song
Makes my heart soar
A million miles away
Feeling alone
Let down
Hurt
Misunderstood
Unloved
Ready to cry at any given moment
Just wanna be hugged, and loved , and held , and asked are you ok
I cry at the most random moments
Sometimes certain situations are just so hard to deal with, other situations are easy, but the hard ones teach you a lesson in life, weather its for the worst or the better.
dam valentines is already hear for real
cuz i need more then a day to show you how i feel
i remember the first day that we met
u had a ponytail n u was wearin sweats
I thought to myself you look kinda cute
I often look to the yellow lillies in the garden on campus
Friends pass me and time shifts
Is it not the success that people want?
Or perhaps it's the driven motive in which we attempt to strive
Unjust it truly is,
He stands alone
Fighting to hold it together, but he's already breaking
Crying the tears that no one should have to shed
Using black to help conceal the pain so red
Mother once told me
That everything was ok
That there was another day
For me to believe
And feel relieved
But nothing was ok.
I care so much it hurts..
Deep inside my heart,
And now my eyes are open
Because we are apart,
This world is fading.
It is turning dark.
My bright world of smiles,
Has begun to fall apart.
Tired, restless
Heart beats in your chest and
Breathless
You’re smothered by the background and
Bound, restricted and backed into a corner
Hungry and famished, your throat aching to sing a song
You tell me I'm no good
With every word I say
Everything comes out lies, betrayal, and trust
including your own friends would say
those things
Have you seen the things I've done?
No.
I bet you don't even notice
That your criticisms really hurt
Please try to screen
The awful things that you blurt.
Pain inside,
Dripping down from me like a poisonous surprise,
Why does my heart keep beating,
When all things lovable seem to be fleeting.
Oh joy, the gracious sunrise has come to take me home,
Sadness is so peculiar
It creeps up on you, and then bam,
It hits you with its full force
It overpowers you
And you don’t know what to do
You just sit there, weeping, hoping
There is a castle underneath the Sea,
Under the Moon.
Only those who have lost can see it.
Only the ones that have felt true sorrow.
I’m staring into your beautiful eyes,
As we sit away from the world,
What people say about us is only lies,
There’s nothing wrong with me and you.
You know that feeling
When you’re empty and alone
When there is no one you can turn to
Remembering when the sun once shone
You used to be able to laugh
About nothing at all
Sometimes it hurts to live,
To wake up and not have a reason to...
It hurts to move, to remember, to want.
That pain once constantly plagued my heart...
Until I realized there IS a reason.
I'm going to take this time to say,
that this woman is beautiful l in her own way.
From the joy in her smile and the sparkle in her eyes,
proves that there is more than this woman then betwee her thighs.
I’m so glad you’ve moved on
I’m so glad you’ve found better
you finally look like your life is together
I’m so happy you’ve moved on
and found someone that makes you smile
someone that makes you feel
I am tired of playing this sick game
I don't understand why I always take the blame
Sure I don't give people the impression
But it sure feels like depression
Someone needs to take the pain away
My eyelids like lead
As I walk on wearily
I long for my bed
But work continues drearily
Knees buckle poorly
My head bowed down
No longer step I surely
I bear a grave, grave frown
Last days for Dad,
I wasn't really glad,
So naive and harsh,
Mom told me, "I'm done."
"As we change, we're going to have fun."
I sat in the car with relief and despair,
(poems go here) Its da same stuff jus a different day n I'm tired I'm tired of da fussin n fightin da uncontrolable cryin I'm tired of goin 2 bed at 4am thnkn wat if?
A solid heart or a plastic smile? I wonder and ponder on this subject in my class , My teacher distorting history to make plenty cash , I just back and laugh .
Pain in my sight
Feeling like there's no more fight
I can't sleep through the night
With all these tear
feel like it ant real
My Momma my queen
We living in these streets
How does it feel to be let down, lead on, lied to, and hurt
How does it feel to be kicked down, stepped on and treated like dirt
How does it feel to love someone who doesn't love you back
Sometimes we fall,
we fall down down down,
into the abyss we go,
untill we hit the bottom.
We hit hard.
Adrenaline rushes through veins.
A rabbit runs along.
“I'm late, I'm late, I'm late.”
Come one! Come all! Come look! Come see!
Does anyone want to play the Knife Game with me?
Ah you! The girl in the front, with the pretty hair!
Come play the Knife Game, if you truly dare!
I was tried of it all
The profanity
The abuse
The lies I told
My caring parents
I though I couldn’t do anything
But when all of the above
Came into one
I had to do something
Sitting down alone
Just contemplating the day
What is this pain in my bone
Is it the pain of my dreams fading away
I am always there for my friends,
But is anyone there for me?
No,
Can I go out on weekends?
Yes,
But I will be alone,
Or with my love,
But that is not so bad,
Do my friends even think of me?
IN A WORLD FULL OF PEOPLE
why do I feel so alone?
With a life so blessed
Why do I feel so poor?
Perhaps poor of happiness
or poor of self confidence
Plastered by the image of over confident or cocky
