I can't talk any time of the day I'm at my boiling point There's nothing more to sayThis is a complete disjoint Don't say thisYou roll your eyesThis is not happy blissThis is no surprise I'm depressed and hurtMy headaches are backTired of you being curtI'm tired of all the flack How much can I takeI wish the tables were turnedMy heart just achesI'm really quite concerned Your actions amaze meYou're an absolute jerkI wish...

You tell me you'll change Each month it’s the same shit Your behavior is beyond strange I really wish we could quit You never have any time for me You 'yes' me to death I wish I could leave you and be free I really need to catch my breath I’m so done with being sad I’m tired of screaming on the phone I’m hurt and feeling bad I detest your mean tone You treat me like dirt Every month it’s another excuse I’m now beyond hurt...

as the soft birdsits gently on her smoothpatient eggseven so my handrests on your tiny lifeless head

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Sing silence a song of a void in the nightWhere the stars sink in oilAnd vain they scream outAs the phantasms suck all theirBright shine awayAnd the glow of the moonSpins away to the deep of theAching abyssThat is this torturedSoul.Cut my wrists,Slit my throat,Spill my blood on the earth;Burst my heart in the gripOf the demons w...

Crush rose petals between your fingers, or a mint leaf, and it expresses the beauty of its distinctive essence when it’s bruised. I think people can be like that, creating great art and literature out of poverty, sickness, prisons, wars and abuse. The children of MD Anderson Cancer Center write poems. Edward Hopper, a lonely New Yorker, painted lighthouses, railroad tracks, cafés and theaters that reflected his own reclus...

A Prayer I got a call yesterday from my love. She said she ran into my boss and he asked her why I was a grump. In the last couple of weeks I had not smiled. She smiled wanly and agreed with him; she too had not seen a smile from me in awhile. Was it her, she asked. Was it my job? "Please tell me," she asked. "Will you just smile?" she pleaded. Then this early morn I was blessed to talk to my soul mate. After awhile of ca...

Never have I ever, nor will I ever. . . A firsthand look into the pain of a young girl's first love and her corresponding first heartbreak. Life is messy, and all you can do is pick up the pieces, brush the dust off of your shoulders, and move on. Never have I ever been in love at first sight . . . And never again. Never have I ever had feelings for a coworker . . . And never again. Never have I ever adored a man so that...

Difficult to see the brighter side of life.Hidden away in dimness, feeling strife. Inadequacies, linger in the shadows. Darkness, spearing wits like arrows. Memories of a childhood stolen early.Growing beyond years too fast surely. Guilty thoughts, a child has no choice.Heart, mind debating, without rejoice. Instead of pilfering ones childhood. Life taken completely, they should. Better option than a life sentence passed....

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I amNothing.AndSomething.Something andNothingThat float in the ether,Shadows of grace on the ancient days;Patters of rain on the rocks of suffering;Bolts of blue lightning on the endless ocean;Whispers of pain in the ears of my beloved.I amSighs.AndGasps.Gasping andSighingOn the eve of Tomorrow,Bending and swaying in legends of...

I paint with wordsMy brush is my pen.Surrounded by voices of my loved onesI see a woman, Struggling to bear her burdensBurned as a child by her own mother for small transgressionShe lived through nightmare by grit and determination.She married a man, who deserted her for another,Making an offer of polygamy he thought of downplayingPregnant with second child she refused this pittance,Leaving the known behind, She worked as...

I care not if the sky burns red and human flesh is seared. I care not if all souls just rot as many long have feared. I wait for when the birds don’t fly and locusts take the grain. I hope the fertile soil turns red from poisoned acid rain. I dream to see the lakes all boil and swollen throats be dry. I rejoice when the hopes and dreams of good men fade and die. I laugh when fearful citizens are slaughtered just like shee...

Why is it you run and hide? And never show the hurt inside, Where does all that suffering go? The wounds that you refuse to show.Locked like a prisoner in a cell, Alone to bear your personal Hell, A Hell from which you can't escape, But really, it's your chosen fate.Pain that eats you from the inside out, Filling up your whole life with doubt, You just can't do it on your own, You were never meant to suffer alone.Because...