Records by ~WordsAreLikeDrugs
SuicidalI once met a boySuicidal by ~WordsAreLikeDrugs
His thoughts would swim unendingly
His smile would falter with every thought
He would think only of the worst
Never the good
He would cry even though he didn't want to
But most of all
He would think of ways
to stop the pain
that wasn't even there.
UnwantedUnwanted tears are formed and shed.Unwanted by ~WordsAreLikeDrugs
He grabs his hair in frustration, thoughts swimming through his mind. This is hard. This was never supposed to be hard. But it was. Every second of it filled with words full of spite, punches that numb his body until he couldn't feel anything, and laughter that could be heard a mile away, all against him.
Was it really this hard to be who he was? Is it this difficult to be accepted? Because he tried. He really did. He would seat next to a person who seemed kind and lovely, the perfect kind of sort. He would say hello only to be cut short by a rude comment. If all else fails, he would simply smile at a ran
Say that forever is more than just a wordWait, that is what I did, I waited.Say that forever is more than just a word by *TheGirl-WhoWaited
I spent my life waiting-
On you.
Waiting, On you ;
To change, waiting ,
On you to become someone I could love again.
I waited, clinging to some unrealistic hope,
Something so surreal :
For you to come back.
Not return, I didn't wait on your return.
I waited, for you to come back.
The seconds crawled as I waited,
Slow motion-
Counting the grains of sand in the hour glass.
Yet still I waited.
Infrequent calls.
Charades parading at my door.
Ignored them and waited.
As I waited , I remembered :
A promise of forever.
Our forever dwindled my love,
It was slipping by as I waited.
New faces i
Dear Poetry,I am trying to cover my sadness with words.Dear Poetry, by *DearPoetry
Tape them against my scars
& wear them like worthy paper cuts.
My tears are alcohol swabs, burning & cleansing
wounds of my own making. Sometimes,
I wish I could hide behind them forever.
But not even this journeyed flesh can stand
castle strong against speechless ink stains.
I know the code. This body does not deserve
a warriors death. & poetry, you're a monster—
a creative monster, but evil nonetheless.
I wish to string you into knots, force feed you
down the throats of others. De-format you
& leave you empty; freeversed-
to hang loosely along the heartstrings
of strangers
PoetryWhy must poetryPoetry by ~EyeOfChaos
Be beautiful?
Be sad?
Be deep?
Must it always
Have morals
For one
To reap?
We search for hidden meaning
In each line of poetry
In each word of poetry
As if it were treasure
Hidden by the pirates of literature
For us to seek out
And claim for our own.
We look to poetry
As a source of beauty
As we look towards a flower
Standing tall, petals tipped open
As if wanting to embrace the sun and the sky,
Colours gleaming in the light
For our viewing pleasure.
We seek out emotion
In poetry
As if we are emotionless ourselves
And searching for replacements.
As if we were empty shells of man and woman,
Using poet
Tired 
Sta.sh
