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 391° 
Daa Rajab
It might be said:

Seventeen,
The stalemate between her maturity and
Self-convicted foolishness.
Her insides longed for some time
And her resistance was rather limited;
Exposed to the warmth she was transferred,
When it was seldom a
Tendency for her to let go
When they did not wait.
 387° 
Jessica
I pretended I was happy
I nearly believed myself
 261° 
Howl
As long as you live, keep learning how to live.
 250° 
Speechless
It keeps dripping onto me.
No matter where I move.
I seek shelter and yet,
it's still there.
It's not fair.
 250° 
Star Dust
it's just that
people, they disappoint me
you know
i am always longing for an arm that's never there


trying to touch the cracks
i will bleed i know
and i am searching for homes
where I am not bounded to lie my head


i don't want to belong anywhere
and i also want to be in everybody's heart
but i don't want to feel their cracks
i just want to heal mine


it sounds selfish
but why would it matter?
people i cared for
they never cared for me anyways


people always disappoint me
i don't want to lie in their arms
and make them feel safe
because they are  broken

and their sharp edge scars me
always, always
they hurt me
they know that they are hurting me


but they hurt me anyways
love is too broken
too broken, too broken
and for me, it's never fair
Future history books
will need
a hundred chapters
just for year
2020
alone
I needed to write this. When will we have enough of 2020? When will the surprises and deaths end? When I look at all the bad things that have happened in 2020, and we’re just half through, I get scared.

From COVID-19 pandemic to Kobe and Gigi’ Bryant’s death to Australia burning to earthquakes, to George Floyd’s killing to Myanmar mine landslide disaster and now Beirut’s explosion.

The videos that moved me to tears from the explosion were the father trying to save his son and the maid who ignored her own life to save her employer’s child. But there’s hope for tomorrow.

To all those who have lost their family, friends and loved ones in 2020, my condolences.
 148° 
nivek
Deep beneath the rage
calming all the flurry
Peacemakers ply their trade.
 147° 
Em Glass
In the morning before work
I sit on the floor and pretend
that it’s dirt. I look out the window
and pretend that it’s church.
That gods of the earth and sky
and space all did their research
in collaboration to be sure
that today is worth it.
 128° 
amanda
i looked down
twenty three stories

tears in my eyes
legs shaking

every intention
of falling head first

you see— i was just so tired
of having to land
on my feet
so many people
are so tired
of having to be so strong
 125° 
ibkreator
Death
desires all life die

so it can live
life thru its death
 116° 
Axel
I can hear the moon is crying and the stars, they all are sobbing rain tonight; I can hear the sun is sighing in Cali with the clouds and was hugged by the sky with lightning getting angry every minute.

Why was I too blind?
Why was I too kind for someone that relies on me with nothing to be given? Never realized.
Why was I singing to the moon like a lullaby I try to sleep the thoughts of me loving you endlessly, ever so it was a beautiful flight.
 107° 
Alexandra Eames
...i flicker my petals, now damp and tight, my coffee is done...the timing is right.

i think of you down between my thighs, i dream of your moist, precious eyes.

you are so young and so daring yet, i stroke your mound like a private pet.

a woman, a girl, a fantasy....i may not have you, but i sure can dream.

--by Alexandra Eames
 99° 
Rupert Pip
You catch life
one tear at a time
to one day
fill an ocean.
I heard you liked short poems, so here's one for you.
and we
won't just
  survive
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                         feeling
                              alive
                                   and my
                                        puppy-
                                               eyed
                                                     lover
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free
 94° 
lifeonLSD
May you have a fruitful full moon in which your good intentions become a manifestation of your actions.
 87° 
Robert Andrews
Her
How can I tell you
Of this beauty
For which
There are no words?

My heart trembles
When my blue eyes
Touch her
And I am stricken dumb
 87° 
PATROCLUS
In the midst of the turmoil,
Everyone has infection -
race by discrimination,
religion by reeducation,
*** by conversion.
Everyone is suffering -
power is suppressing,
"Submissive shall detain;
nothing has to remain!"
What is our fight?
Is it really the plague?
I say, the fight is within our might.
That is also the fact.
SIGN PETITIONS, END THIS *******!
 76° 
luna imagery
"boy"
Once there was a boy
Who stood in front the mirror
For so long he drowned
He was gasping for air but
No one saw him but himself
 69° 
Shresth Mehrotra
When the moon's gonna be full,
And the tides are gonna be high,
When the breeze is gonna be chilly,
And the food's gonna be spicy,
Our little date would be perfect;
When the lights are gonna be dim,
And the music is gonna be soft,
When the wine's gonna go sober,
And you're gonna go tipsy,
Our little date would be perfect;
When your mouth's gonna be searching,
but your eyes are gonna speak, that, "It was perfect", then and only then,
Our little date would be perfect.
 69° 
Veritia Venandi
She was taught to look up at the sky...
To find love in the stars, moons and the galaxies that danced an unknown song...

But...

She taught her heart to look into her own self...
And then did she found her love...
In the universe of her cells...that had been playing  a familiar tune since she had been born to live!
The universe inside and outside of us are the same! The meaning of our lives depends only on our perspectives we have towards life! For the one who has found himself... Never needs to find anything else! Just wanted to leave you with this thought! Gratitude for reading this! ❤
 56° 
Bree
I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
 52° 
Aleksey
One by one
From all to one
From one to none
They're all gone.
I fell in love with candlelight-
in my darkness, she shone so bright.
She danced the breeze, lit up the night,
her glow consumed my very sight.

But wax and wick both burn away,
and candlelight just cannot stay.
As sure as night turns into day,
that fickle flame will go astray.

But for a moment, through the storm,
she lit my world, she kept me warm,
then flickered out, as is the norm
for candlelight, its fleeting form.

I fell in love with candlelight,
for but a moment, all was right.
Her glow, her dance, consumed my sight,
and faded out at end of night.
 49° 
David P Carroll
I think about you every day
I even day dream about you
She's in my dreams and
Heart with me every night
I fall asleep full of delight
I smile thinking about you
All night all day I stop
And think about you
And wonder how you are
Wishing that you were here
Every minute every second of the day I think of you
I always do every day I think about you
It's because every day I love you...
I Love Her ❤️
 47° 
Emily
Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my body’s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppin’ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess I’m not ready
Because I can’t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life I’ve lived
 46° 
cat
People were shuffling into the halls in tears
I turned to her and said
'I think I have apathy issues'
She told me she loved me
Squeezed my shoulder
I didnt say anymore
 44° 
blackbiird

Even a tortured soul
needs a place to cry.
I’m so glad
That you’re my
place.

 42° 
Laiba
It started of as a joke
Like a game gone wrong
But when i heard her cry
I knew there was somthing
Terribly wrong
 40° 
muna
Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?
I'm never loud enough..
 39° 
beth haze
Soft edges and
bright colors
full of life.
Your features
were graced
by the
moonlight.
A perfect structure,
that’s one of a kind
and not many get to
see in their
lifetime.
What a lucky gal,
aren’t I?
- masterpiece.
 39° 
Brandy Nicole
Thinking about you
 And those words
   It burns like fire
    Thinking of all the ways
You never loved me
I drop where I fall
All tethered and torn
Weathered and worn
As an offering To the dawn
Like a lamb to the slaughter
Sleep deprived Stiff and tired
No longer can I show my pride
Unwashed half dressed
Let me sleep I’m not impressed!
5.am agin this morning Moose wanted a walk! I think she’s torturing me! Sleep deprivation! Bless her! Did make her wait until 6am!!!!
 35° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
 34° 
Fry Sledge
That’s all I want
A world manipulated
By the red dye of rose petals
Falling off the last
Flower
 33° 
HaleyBoo
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do?

It wasn’t letting you go.

That was difficult though, to swallow my pride and wear a smile to hide the fact I’m not okay.

Oh no, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do? Was finally admit to myself the truth.

It was admitting that you were never mine to begin with.
 31° 
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 29° 
Kaumal Borah
Do u think
breaking her heart
they are happy like insane
No not at all
somewhat now or later
they also feel
the pain
somewhere maybe
they are innocent
You dont intend to hurt someone...u too feel bad when u say harsh to the ones u love....its not always our choice...sometimes we are so uncontrollable so mad at others we say whatever we feel like but lately we are also a human we do have a heart which pains when we realize it was just too much of us to say such.....Even if lately we do realize our heart aches at that moment
 28° 
Ugo Victor
It's taken me years
Of writing and reading,
Living,
Giving and receiving,
Love
To realise;
Love is simple
It's humans
That are complicated
 28° 
Maria Etre
If I see it
then it is

If I hear it
then it is

If I taste it
then it is

If I read it
then it's
a different
story
If I see what you see, and they see it too, that doesn't mean I am crazy!
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