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Mica Light
She's shaking.
For the taking.
Swallowed in fog.
It's the only way out.

She's cut off
From herself.
She's cut off.
Can't get out.
There is no where but here.
"Disappear. Disappear."
She whispers.
"I am here. I am here."
She answers.
"Tell me." He says,
"Tell me all that you dread."
And her fears spoke louder
Than anything ever said.
Inspired from learning about polyvagal theory and the feeling of being "stuck" in the sympathetic state (fight/flight/freeze) or dorsal (collapse). Speaking about where youre at can help you bring back ventral state to the foreground, the beneficial state, the ability to have connectedness at ease.
the act of poetry is a private one
but unyielding i still whisper your name
devoured by foaming ripples & wishes --

i miss you
Rabbits in the field
You did cherish
Blood pours of them
They do now resemble my heart
Broken and betrayed
By the hand that fed
But not yours
More Love
Walking through water
doesn’t seem so hard
til' you've done it so long-
you just can’t go on
and so,
you sink.
It’s cool that you drive fast cars, but babe, pace yourself a little bit, please.
mary liles
did u even stop to think
never mind

i guess it’s chill
maybe it’ll get better

have a nice time i guess
u deserve it
thanks jtc
i done been hurt lol
Greg Piegari
The feeling of inspiration
To write for someone,

Your Someone,

Is a powerful thing.
Semi-literate Poet
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
Caroline Ward
I tied some string
Around our
Little fingers
In a bow
Because it's the
Only knot I ever
Bothered to learn
And wished
That it would be
To keep you by
My side
i don't wanna see you
i don't want your time
i don't need you disturbing
my peace of mind
don't want to get my hopes up
to be let down
don't ask to hang out
if i never see you around
just don't need the stress
of being your contingency
being alone is isn't optimal
but i can function independently

stop asking for my opinion
just so you can share yours
don't bring me into your battles
to settle your scores
i'm not interested
with the consequences you bring
why worry about pleasing you
when there are better things
to cherish and labor for
like learning to love myself
it's not me, it's you
it's for the good of my mental health
Adrian S
when i get nervous i can not eat.
this is eating me alive.
Caroline Shank
The stream trickled on
the frog jumped in to cool off
the branch creaked with loss

Caroline Shank
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
of a sugar high
But really,
I was just being
Harriet Cleve
My mammy's not my mammy but my mammy doesn't know
where shall I send my poems?**

to my eyelashes,
for they beat irregularly
unconcealed and unconscious
like my poems

to my fingertips,
where they are released fluidly
they grasp, strained and staining, tapping breaths
like my poems

to my smile,
fleeting and happy weeping fortuitously
a lifetime of a whisper, glimpsed and gone
like my poems

to my brain,
where they are symmetrically born only to die ceremonially
a fireworks duration evaporating into a rich velvet
like my poems

like my poems,
none will survive me,
blemishes, pockmarks, beauty marks, residues,
in a flash bang born, in a flash bang consumed

3:08am dec. 9 2019
I can feel
drifting away from
and the only
that I can
is let him
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
Kyra Wallace
The way you make me feel.
So filling.
So full.
The memories of us together.
So happy.
So loving.
The present-day of us.
So angry.
So hated.
The past lasted sooner than I thought.
I’m still a liar
I still lie to you
it doesn’t matter
when, why, or who
I’m still working
on trusting others
but I’m really just
learning to trust myself
neon lights
illuminate the night’s
heavy clouds

while rain muffles
the constant urban humming

pierced by distant sirens
moving slowly
through concrete canyons.
Aaron Combs
Do you remember the garden?
Do you remember the garden?


It was of such magnificence and awe.

The Charlotte roses filled the wild,
peace was uncaged, unbroken,
and the dragons and doves flew together,

And the thousand horses ran free.
And the thousand horses ran free.

I notice resting inside your eyes
and heart hasn't been so hard. Wrestling for you,
holding you,
like a child, it hasn't
been so different.

I'm taking you back there, Eve
into the Land of Eden,
just drink of my lips
a little longer and you'll remember
and see.

Do you like to dance, Eve?
Let me make your imagination full
Then let me bring it to war as  we step
into it's gates.

Let’s Dance.

For the wind of the evening
still weaves dreams between
the heavens and the earth.
There. Look.

For your heart outshines the moon, I see the hurt, the regret
The pain in the pool of you precious eyes.
And I still see you, I still love you
For you.

I hear the rhythm of your breath
and dreams, the electricity and earth
of your voice. I see the blood written
words in your heart, let me show you what
they are.

Now see the memories come
together, as you believe.

The endless garden,
the red cedars,
the cool four rivers crashing
near the rock, where we once slept.  

And look, where we hid.

See, like I promised you, we are here again,
we are here.

Where the petals sip the dew upon
the face of the earth.
where the rain and the moonlight has
not fallen.

Now look at the stars, Eve. Everyone of those stars
are named, the star of Orion, the Bear,
and Leo, everyone of them.

Everyone of them will fall
                            Everyone of them,
                            Everyone of them.

So don't be afraid in your pain
in your feelings,
just come to me.

For you can take my hand,
and be safe in my arms of
love. Even when it all falls.
Even when it all comes crashing down.

   Trust me.


200 votes?

My 6th Poem. May it bless you all.
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover

It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
Climactic Poet
Why come now?
When the show is over?
When the curtains are closed?

My love, it’s too late.
I don’t feel anything for you anymore
In fact
I don’t feel anymore
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
You don’t need to varnish morals:
They already come complete.
So take off the moral veneer:
There’s humility underneath.
everything costs something
what do you want to spend?
She takes the stand
With the voice of millions on her back
And speaks the fact that we all know,
far too well to be true -                  
                                           Me too.

She is heard but not believed,
She is heard with faith deceived .

When will it be enough -
Is one in six not enough ?
Is one sister, one friend
still - not enough?

one colleague, one mother, one wife, one lover -
one teacher, one doctor, one preacher, one author -
one husband, one son, one brother.
Which one will it take, to stop
the non-consensual clock
and make us realise that -

Time. Is. Up.
Rikki Matsumoto
It's been a while since I write with dedication.
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth

if my mind
was the universe
thoughts of you
would be the
stars that fill it
beyond measure

atticus wilson
Here I am
For the second time this week
Wishing I could get a good nights sleep
A deep and endless well
First look at you and I fell
A blind attraction
First uncontrollable moves
And I flirt with you
My mind already full of you
Our lips match perfectly
This midnight drive
I want it to be eternal
A few seconds were enough for me
To fall into your eyes
Hold your hand and
Be yours as long as you
Desire me
Language ripples thought
Through soft Spanish undertones
By beryl waters
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
i need a moment of your time,
just a moment, nothing more
i need opinions on how to change,
even if i don't need to
i want help, if i need it
if i don't see it, help me
if i fall, i don't want to not even try
Close your eyes
Count to ten
Take a breath
Find a pen
Write it out
Let it loose
Don't get lost
In these woods
For one day
You might get stuck
Way too far
In the muck
You were there
for me
to teach me
to guide me
to help me
to listen to me

Are you here now
for me
to hug me
to kiss me
to hold me
to love me

Because I was there then and I am here now
“You’re not good enough”
Is the one sentence you should
Never tell yourself.
Hi. I’ve been struggling with this my whole life. It’s like I’ll never be able to convince myself. I feel like my poetry is at a decline. I feel as if nothing I write is good. I couldn’t tell you the amount of “drafts” &  private poems I have on here just because I’m afraid.
Afraid of ridicule.
Afraid of hating myself more.
Afraid of everything.
If i could turn back the hands of time...
Then maybe, I'll ask God. Why!!
Why me??
Why this generation??
And "***"
If yhu could turn back tine, what would yhu do??
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