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Andrew Feb 2016
I need some time
To spell out the words
Associated with the feelings
That are writhing within me
Carving out some story
Onto a cement wall
The dust gets into my eyes.

The walls with which make up my room
Eventually give way
To a new dimension
As I press and carve deeper
and deeper
and deeper
The story continues
Even though there is no more time
Nor space

So I must keep carving.
My room is much bigger then whence I started
I can't find the door
and the windows have collapsed
I broke out and into a new void.
What does this mean - I do not know.
Andrew Feb 2016
Wake up to the grinding pulse of my heart
Beating erratically
Shallow breathing and tear soaked eyes
Last I remember dreaming I was laying in a pool of blood.
Andrew Feb 2016
You are doomed..
Doomed to repeat
All of your mother's
Mistakes.

Pitiful
You are so
Pathetic

Until you grow up
This cycle will end
Only by
The most horrible means.

And I will
Be far
Far Away
Andrew Jan 2016
I'll be honest as well-
Depression has been with me
Even before I began my teenage years.
There have been some gleaming moments
Of happiness, but it is never long

Until the ground reveals itself as thin ice
And I fall through it.

My reaction
Every time
Is to breathe deep
We all know what would happen
If I were to stop

And I keep breathing deeper
For I know at least I'm alive.
Andrew Aug 2015
As we stroll down the street late tonight
We see two gorgeous women
Turn the corner down the road
Side by side waiting.

They wave their hands in our direction,
And we think nothing of it.
They're absolutely beautiful
There's no question about that.

Of course they must be pining
For the attention of someone else.
Not for my friend nor I
Even though it's exactly what we would like.

Waiting our turn to cross the road
We hear a pleasant 'Hey...'
Looking across the street
They both wave at us.

I could think of nothing else
But to smile weakly
And wave back
-As I walk across the street.

My decent night has turned
Somewhat stale now
With a question.
'Why did they speak to us?'

I would love to have
Talked to them
But am terrified.
Of two beautiful girls??

Why me?
Why ruin my night like that?
Surely I will be stuck awake tonight.
But what if?
Andrew Mar 2015
Drugs are taking affect..

As the lights are put out
Heavy lulls and sways
Arise in my steps and breath.

Care not for the dreams
On the floor
Nor food on the plate

A cerebral drift into
Nightmares and clouds..
Shadows will start to move.

The only comfort here is knowing
I'll be welcomed with open arms
And mouths

When my eyes finally draw to a close.
My flesh will be consumed
Yet again.
Andrew Mar 2015
How am I suppose to breathe
When air keeps its distance?
How am I suppose to believe
when love runs out of existence?

I am the one
Who must live with
Myself.
Inside there is nothing.

Am I the only one
Who bites till they bleed?

Life is indeed precious
At the same time dispensable.
Just as nature intended.

I am my own crime
I am my own punishment
Thank you Theo for your kind words..
You ****.

How could we
How could you
How could I?
We are already ******.

Remember to say goodnight to your demons,
Goodnight envy
(Goodnight)
Goodnight hatred
(Goodnight)
Goodnight lust....

What happened to us?
Dante would think we lost our minds.
Scoffing and cursing.
Spitting in our faces.
His Inferno is today's Paradiso.

Where is our conviction?
In exile? A black site?
Surely not living amongst us.
We speak as if it doesn't exist.

Repent
Absolve
Proceed
Enlighten

Who is responsible for declaring women as less than?
Why did we not cut his tongue out?

Peace starts when man ends.
Indeed we are the ******* children of Gaia.
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