I’ll never truly be ready The air is thick, my breath is unsteady Blurred vision, palms are sweaty The weight on my shoulders is overwhelmingly heavy Hope beacons through speech Peaking through bars in the dark Golden glowing hands are just out of reach Until silence dulls their spark Unnerving stillness, I can produce no sound Speak, Shout, Scream, Shriek Vocal chords are bound Succumb to burdened bleak Imprisoned by the...

Fresh wind tangling my hair Packed soil under my feet Climbing the tallest peaks Chasing the promising dawn It seems like so long ago I would welcome the mornings Planted new beginnings Watered them and watched them grow It’s been years of Tripping over oak roots Trudging through mud Searching for shelter from sandstorms It’s been years of Scraping my knees on the river rocks Slipping on black ice Suffocating on forest fi...

Burdened with my own pain Countless theories without gain Drowning in a simple rain Swirling soul down the drain In the shadows, I reach for the blade Knowing full well, I should call for aid My mind is boiling over and I’m afraid Another bloody disappointment made Gasping is how I breathe Silence is how I leave Isolation is how I grieve Extremes is how I perceive Swallowed whole by sorrow Clinging on for tomorrow Hand me...

My legs dangle in the abyss How much longer can I handle this? My fingernails dig into the cliff-side I reach out, wide-eyed I’m running out of breath I would do anything for assistance Except to tell you, to confess Yet all that you offer is distance My arms are quivering I plead out to you, whispering, “I can’t do this, please help me Take my hand and set me free.” Your silence is rigid and stiff As I hang from this cli...

  Shock rushes through your very bones  To rise and fall like waves of a restless sea  Plunging your heart deep into the cavity of an abyss  Where all those go – that are amiss   You succumb to feeling numb  The present now out of place  No trace  No hint  Not a single glint  From what once felt so real   A tangible being  To touch  To smell  To hear  … Now you feel   As they persist to exist in your mind  You accept in v...

You decided the end of our story before we could write it Robbing us of a maybe, stealing our possibility Opting out of responsibility My love has chosen a misfit   You wrote our entire album before a tune was hummed, Playing with my heart like a melody Ambitiously lacking in fidelity  My love has been strummed   You painted a picture before an image even formed Ripped through my defences like paper  I breathed you in lik...

Woke up with the thought of the dilemma that segregated us apart. I felt as if the needles are piercing on my feeble heart. I jotted down everything with a beautiful prospect that my pure thoughts and fondness will bring you back. But, I deleted everything with panic that you may get fierce.The pain and fear of detachment always haunt me. My inner soul shouts for inner serenity, but my innocent heart discovers it's hard t...

Straddling in a secluded room. Scrolling through social media sites, I caught glimpses of my mates sharing pictures together with captions "My roomie"," My constant". I attempted to be social, I am implicated with many clubs and groups. I talk with people, pay them to heed but my opinion and presence are alienated! Am I not alone?  

Alone, forever alone, I shall now be,sailing lonesome across a stormy sea,until angry waves flood my boat,and all that's left are the words I wrote.

Your face says it all, you are goingI plead like I'm sent to the nooseNo combination of begs I find workingTears gush through a wide-open sluiceJoy pours away, I am leakingDread fills the vacuum insideI see my love and my joy and my passionRetreat like the draw of the tides.Goodbye slips through my fingersHope flows away like a streamI am left grey, cold and emptyA skin devoid of a dream.

  Dear Bryce, I've come to realize, three things that should never be withheld from being said are, "Please," "Thank you," and, "I'm sorry." Please, don't take this letter the wrong way.  This isn't an attempt to reestablish contact with you or rekindle our friendship.  Although, I would like to talk to you again, see how you've been, and possibly even become friends again, I don't think this is the place, way, or time.  ...

When I was only six and my younger brother was two, our father passed away. Since then, my mother and we were dependent upon each other. Our days were difficult. My mother had to work very hard to keep our family together. The income was just enough to cover basic expenses. Until one day, my mother ushered a man into our home. She asked us to call him - FATHER. No, he was just our stepfather. I was nine that year. My step...

Four twenty, Sunday afternoon Baking heat, it’s late in June Abandoned in sad clouds of dust Left by departing Greyhound bus   Besieging desolation follows me This ghost town place of memories I’d broke off young, just seventeen For things I saw in magazines   Now here I am, back on Nowhere Boulevard   In beaten boots and ragged jeans, Empty pockets and black Ramones tee A once pretty girl comes up to me Her battered heel...

I gaze at you taciturnly all of a sudden. Expecting to see the geniality eyes again with which makes me feel so warm. The day before we reunite in the endless journey, I will evermore cherish the memory of you. The reminiscence of the difficulties we had gone through together. That was faded away gradually. I just remember the laughter which was caused by you majority. Only if the wind is still blowing, I will miss you al...

We both know that letting her go would be heartbreaking for us but there really is no way not even for one whole day to stay with her and keep loving. I am sorry, my darling flower. Forget me forever.