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 802° 
Thorns
Oof
Life is an
Oof
 403° 
Paige Error
Isn’t it amazing how a crowded room can make you feel so alone.
They’re already trying to turn me against a person who’s a thousand times the people they are
 329° 
anna
when i type Major in google
it offers major tom or
major depressive disorder as hints
and they really are the same answer
if the question is space oddity

my father used to tell me the problem
are we alone in the universe
is solved by dialectic materialism
if mind is a matter
there's really can be only one mind
it does explain my brain
that's the size of a planet
but still leaves me at odds
with the feeling
of cosmic loneliness
 309° 
jünø
alone in my room,
i search myself for comfort.
i can't find my heart
 240° 
Lady Ravenhill
The white rabbit sleeps
Where daffodils are blooming
Gently overhead
@LadyRavenhill 2019
Haiku #88
 231° 
aubrey
growth is a lonely process
im already 5’9 lmaoooo
 220° 
Cora
you should appreciate your little victories
i do

for example today,
i conquered my telephone-phobia

if only you could see
my hands
valiantly reaching
to
call
off
that
dentist
appointment
coping with my dumb decisions through irony
 168° 
Devon Carberry
Stop breaking other’s hearts.

One day, there won’t be any left to break.
 159° 
Diya
I wasn't born
With this hole in my heart
But it developed gradually
When pain drilled my chest to cling it's art.
Oh! I was smiling radiating the usual rainbow colours!
But just then, I was grayed and torn
Just like  withered flowers!
The pain! Yes the pain
Is unbearable
My tears all are in vain
They are just emotional fool , being unstoppable!
I am fed up of emotional breakdown
My soul became mournful, being lost in the ghost town!
I know, sorrows are part of life
But how can I frequently bear the pain that cut deeper than the knife!
I try my best to just forget and move on
But what shall I do when I am trapped in the useless emotion?
Just in a process of getting relieve from the feeling of being hurt! It's really difficult...
Sorry,my poem sounded somewhat boring but I really meant what I said .
 111° 
Matt
I fear what I don't know
I fear what I suppress
I fear not knowing what I suppress
I fear expressing it
I fear not knowing how to express it
I fear fear
I fear that there is nothing to fear
I fear that I don't know what I fear
To be afraid of
 99° 
Wander
Time has forever,
I don’t agree with that
And if then I do have forever
I will clearly love it
For you will be with me
 95° 
AmeriMav
You must think love is blinding
Something of the sort
Repelling my attraction
My eyes do not work?
My dear you're wondrous
No mistake here has been made
You're simply gorgeous
Seguidilla form
 92° 
WNDL
She may fluttered my heart
But you made it beat
Unlike any other girls
She is the only one who made
me feel this way
 87° 
Toast Ghost
I can see you.
I can see the heavy way you breathe,
the stumbling way you
                                     run.
I can feel the blood running              running, down your injured head.
                                            running  
I can see the fe
                          ar
in your eyes. You
run
      run
            run
                  run.
yet closer I get.
Del
       icious
fear steals across your face as I op
                              en
my cracked unused mouth
saying
"tag,
you
are
it."
oh the monster I seem to have become.
 86° 
TeddyBear
Most of my poems are very serious unless i say otherwise in my comments. I have been very defensive lately about my writing, and myself, because of many rude comments. Most arent on here.
 86° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
 84° 
lX0st
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Does it bronze beneath the sun?
Or sizzle and blush
Like your cheeks
When you’re in love?
Is it soft to the touch
Like when your palms graze
The smooth surface of water?
Or rough around the edges
Like your favorite book
And its lovingly worn corners?
Does it melt in the heat
Like sweet syrupy treats
Dripping through your fingers?
Or does it welcome the winter
With wide open arms
As if greeting a lover?
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
 82° 
MajaDaydreams
Not an annual
Nor biennial
You are a perennial
Occurring and recurring
When the axis is right
Enduring and ensuring
Your neon colors once more
Will dance wild

Seasons of frost will come
Phalanxes trained to cleanse
Marching with death orders
To challenge what you stake
But despite their damaging bite
You’ve grown your rootstock strong
The only answer to the cold is:
Perennials always grow
For all the perennials that endure. And for the suns that encourage them to grow. For my sun.
 79° 
b e mccomb
i dread the day you learn
for the first time that
you can't just love all
the darkness in me away

and no matter how much
you care i will still toss
and turn at night and scars
might still appear on my skin

i dread the day you realize
that you can't cure me
and sometimes all you can do
is stand next to me and
hold my hand through fog
pouring out of my ears so black
and thick we can't even see
each other's faces

i dread the days i can't
get out of bed
the days you want to
take me out and all
i can manage is a prettified
shell of myself

i dread the day you learn
that sometimes no matter
how hard i try i still can't
pull myself together

the day you learn that
there isn't an answer
you can give that will
save me from my fears

you aren't the first person
who has tried to love the
darkness inside away
my family and friends
have given it their all
but someday you too will learn
that if love could
cure mental illness
the world would be
a much better place
copyright 8/6/18 b. e. mccomb
 74° 
skye
your gentle heart beat
is the sound of my
universe
can you hear it?
 69° 
Harriet Cleve
I was Richard the III's political double

it got me into a lot of trouble

agents came within the dark

my end was blunt and very stark

they sliced my skull and stabbed my bones

then pummelled me hard to stifle my groans

life for me was a strange osmosis

I was chose because of scoliosis

my hair was dark and face was mean

the closest to Richard you have ever seen

Yes, I was Richard the III's political double

it got me into a lot of trouble

my end was bleak and rather shabby

far away from Westminster abbey

to cap it all ( This ranks and needles)

I am reinterred in Leicester Cathederal

And as for Richard? I don't know

He's somewhere out there down below


I was Richard the III's political double

It got me into a lot of trouble
 64° 
Traveler
Did you ever look
Into an addict's eyes
And see the reflection
Of your own ghost

All your judgment
All your abuse
Dangling there
A noose
Around your own throat

Deeper than human despair
The soul gone missing
Into thin air
Did your spirit ever grow tired
  Of existing here...

Did you ever wonder
If there was anything left
Did you ever catch
Your last breath?
Traveler Tim

I recovered long ago, I feel for all the still suffering souls!!!
 64° 
Mike Adam
My ears are tired
 62° 
macy
and if today is my last
i am still thankful,
and if today is my last
I will be free,
and if today is last
the pain will finally fade,
and if today is my last,
and if it's my last
please help the others, who have like mine.
I've fight for a long time, and until the last minute I try harder,
and I will try harder.
i will fight as long as i can
 59° 
Emma Price
If you’re always answering,
they’ll never ask.

If you’re always explaining,
they’ll never wonder.
~much love
 59° 
Poetry
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
 56° 
Tatiana
.
..
...
I don't know the words that makes this madness go away.
The words I've spoken are burying my own grave
and I don't know why there are no coffins below.
Where did all the skeletons go?

I think i'll have to get a new wardrobe.
I think I know where all the skeletons go.


I want to try on some different clothes,
but all my outfits seem to be made up of bones.
I don't understand why I don't like my own home.
I think I know where all the skeletons roam.

I think i'll have to hide in my wardrobe.
I think I know where all the skeletons roam.

...
..
.
©Tatiana
This is from a song I wrote with a few edits.
 55° 
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 53° 
Cydney Something
All I know
Is how
I feel

And sometimes I
Wish I
Knew nothing
 53° 
Hunter Taylor
I can't breathe anymore
but its not from lack of trying
I pretend people are inanimate
I always find I'm lying

I, I, I
me, me, me
******* I'm so secular and vain
 52° 
Iskra
Laying in my bed curled up
Acid in my throat because I didn’t eat
Clenching my fists around my blankets because I can’t sleep

Are you thinking of me?
Laying in a tent, uncomfortably,
Snuggling close to your fluffy white dog or your younger brother to stay warm.

Are you missing me?
No. Not the way I’m missing you
You’re not thinking of me the way I’m thinking of you
And though it means the world to me that a beautiful soul like yours is friends with a storm cloud like me, it shatters my heart into thousands of sharp, jagged pieces that you’re
~ just ~
my friend.

“I’m sorry but I need to know, is it mutual? It’s alright if it’s a no, I can handle it, I just want you...to be honest”
A pause...
Then the raindrop falls.
“Right now, it’s a no”

Ripples.
Right now.
Right now.
Right now.
No.
No.
No.
STOP.
I care about you so much, I know I need to let you go, so you would never read this, and I would never show anyone this.
It’s all swirling around in my chest, faster and faster until it explodes, word ***** and tears.
I love you.

I didn’t tell you I loved you, only that I had feelings for you.
Why bother? It would’ve made things more painful for me, more bitter for you.

But I can’t show you this.
I don’t want you to change.
I don’t want you to change the way you speak to me, to change your mind when you’re about to type a heart emoji,
to stop yourself after just saying “goodnight” and leave out the “baby”

This is my undoing, not yours, and I want you to keep letting me be your anchor, your shoulder, your shield, my open arms waiting to catch you when you tumble from your flight.
I can’t keep loving you, I can’t stop loving you.
I want to stop feeling at all.
Thank you all so much for all your compassion and the amazing comments. Your kindness brought me to tears. I’d send hugs and healing (if I could) to those of you who commented because you’re experiencing the same thing right now, and I promise you, even though it hurts like **** now, it does get better.
 52° 
JP
Marriage,
uses his left hand to slap
the groom for future problem
uses his right hand to handover
the bride for pleasure,
which he so long waited...
 51° 
Victor D López
Blood of innocents,
Hate-filled evil incarnate,
Spilt on sacred ground.
 51° 
Yasin
Fear is not telling you how much I need you because I'm afraid you won't reply
 47° 
Débijonne
Almost asleep when my phone ticked;
'A notification,' it says.
Your name was there, you liked my photo.
And my stomach drowned in butterflies—
Scratch that—moths, surely they're moths.
Stronger, buzzier, like your power
To occupy and stay in my brain
With that single heart emoji beside your name.
Thinking that the double tap
Is as if you love me just the same.
Shoutout to those whose crushes follow them on instagram. Mine doesn't. :( HAHAHA
 45° 
Joliver
If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
"Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
"Okay"
Is off-brand raisin bran
"Okay"
Is how you say school is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die

"Okay"
Is packed to the brim with
Hidden implications
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong

"Okay"
Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
"Okay"
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
"Okay"
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
"Okay"
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
"Okay"
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
"Okay"
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
"Okay"
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
"Okay"
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"

They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
It's indifference
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
Than "Okay"
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Stung less
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
You responded
"Okay"
Okay?
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