Lightning.
I'm scared.
What if I look at you and
decide that
I don't love you anymore.
What if that spark goes away? What will I do then.
There is no one else for me.
Anxious poems
Anxious poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
Fool.
Thunder rumbles from inside this house,
Behind thin walls of paper,
There's no separating the beautiful from the foul.
The fools in this home will never go unnoticed, you make a boom wherever you go, with no warning to the people within.
You make ears bleed,
Eyes water,
And glass shatter.
Overwhelming
It all gets so overwhelming,
Everyday there's a new wonder,
Another grand thing, yet no wing
To safely hide under.
I've became frustrated
With the constant hysteria
-so complicated, often unrelated
Things always spreading through the area.
If only there was a little spare time
To sit down with pastries and coffee.
Only sometime, would it be a crime,
To let the world simply be?
Wouldn't less knowledge feel right?
With focus on one's own stuff,
No more urban blight, political fight
To overpower all else in a massive bluff?
Glowing Eyes
I'm sitting in bed,
my room filled with darkness.
The eyes that shine red,
always at the same place.
Tonight is different,
they are closer than before.
I'm waiting for any movement,
or maybe even more.
I used to hide under my blanket,
whining and waiting.
Tonight is suspect,
I'm shaking and breaking.
I fear tomorrow night,
What if they come closer?
Already imagine how I fight,
Or finally saying: "Hello Sir."
I've Lost Control
I start to wonder about unnecessary things in the dark.
The later it gets, the worse it becomes.
I start to part my room in two halfes. There is a nice half, with good memories and a clean mind.
Plants and plans.
And then there is the other half, dark and messy.
A gloomy atmosphere, oppressively drab and grey.
The room is representing what's inside of my head, what's behind my eyes.
It depends on "who i am", on which half of my room - half of my mind I am.
I have legs, I can go from one half of the room to the other.
I have thoughts, I can switch from one mood to another.
But I feel like I've lost control over that.
DIET
black scarfs covering the mirrors that stare me down as i pose in fear
i can't see anything, but the monster is leaving its tears
so i pick them up and put them back again, when i walk out
almost slipping when I tiptoe my way out and into my own doubt
i wrap myself up in my blanket of comfort
i wrap myself up in my blanket of suffer
what about when i get cold feet?
what about when i want to fall asleep?
what about when i'm so dizzy that my weight is weighing me down untill i drown and i break some bones
i hear them crack, i just can't stand on my feet
do
i
eat
today?
or does it only add to the weight for the rest of my bones to break?
only option
Listen,
I promise, you are the only one
Listen,
I promise, you are the only one in my heart
There's no one to love,
there's no one to like
In a dystopian world
where no one's alive
In a town where the cars,
are as empty as your heart
Don't tell me what to do,
Don't tell me what to think
I am your only option
Dust
covers my eyes and see nothing but darkness
Dust
* * *
I am wandering between the ruins
Unstable winds stop and blow again.
Screaming above my head a crow
Is it calling my disaster, or warns me?
It cannot talk that, how can I know?
I am wandering between the ruins
It blows outside, undecided winds.
The street is singing its own song
in a pell-smell...
Trash cans full.
Doesn't matter how much eats
Human even if,
though hungry soul.
Where, did I start the journey?
How many days?
How many months? maybe year...
my orbit
I close in
screaming, wretching
desperately pulling away
while you float serenly
observing my orbit
i run rings around you
pacing up and down
i run in circles
twisting, organic circles
i dont want to get any closer
but your magnetic force draws me in
each pull harder and faster
until you will envelop me
your gaping mouth wide
ready to swallow me whole
and i will never return
The Depths Below
It is hungry
It's mouth is open and ravenous
Calling for me
A convulsing body of water
Alive
Coarse sand whips my bare skin
The wind burns like fire
But the rain beats at me
Thrashes at my door
As the cragged rocks serenely survey
I glimpse the sky
A breath from heaven
Which is gone
Before I can gasp
It is taken
By a water colour painting
the city is alive
In the city, Silvery snakes slither through holes in the ground
Sly and silent
Shrieks emit from underneath their belly
And tiny insects crawl from their sterile insides
They scuttle to and fro under the shadows
Of the long-necked monsters who claw at the sky
As the smog and the fumes
Curl up to the clouds like a giant, toxic octapus
Shiny metal snails
Creep slowly along the black track
That is dotted with white streaks
And leave behind them a trail of slippery slime
Upon the sea
Monstrous iron whales sail
Upon the rocking waves
Bloated and buckled
Me and my Merry Men
Sometimes i feel like my walls are crumbling from the inside out
Sometimes i break
and the tiny merry men inside of me scurry about
Fixing the gaping hole before anyone sees
Some days my merry men
fix the hole before it's too big
But sometimes my merry men forget
and the hole inside of me
it rises to the surface
shrieking and tearing at my outsides
revealing my mauled insides
people don't know what to think
but my merry men realise their mistake
they run
carrying the bricks and foundations to fix me
bricks on self-preservation
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