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I was crying so hard.
I felt the tension in my heart.
It was about to burst.
I knew that would be my curse.
The cold dead air
pressed against my skin
trying to get in
but maybe this time
I won't let it win
'don't tell my mom and i won't tell your dad'
'we're just two boys in love, what's so bad?
Mary Anne Norton
Such a peaceful time
Early morn is
To awaken
While the world
Is still sleeping
Catching the first
Sounds of silence
Perhaps the faint
Sounds of
Morning chimes
Or soft whispers
From stirring leafs
And the golden ball
Of fire
Felt from the sun
The stillness
Ah the stillness
Time for thinking
Gentle thoughts
Before the noise
Of day
Joins in
allowed to admit
these letters
are losing meaning
some days
i don't want to be me

some days i don't want
to be a person
In the face of adversity
trying to get back my dignity
building up
and trying to not run down
never will I again wear a frown

May the winds of relentless fury
scar my face trying not to let me be
but I have been on these grounds before
oh have I
in the face of adversity

Been broken and rearranged
as evil creatures play their games
so damaged I have been
but with pure heart and soul
they will not win

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Somedays i wish to be an open book
Somedays i wish to be a jammed lock
Somedays i wish to have company
Somedays i wish to have peace and solitude

Somedays i wish to be someone else
Somedays i wish to be with someone else
Somedays i wish to be thin air
Somedays i wish to be the spotlight

Somedays i wish to be harmless
Somedays i wish to be happy
The way things make you feel
I feel them too
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity but the computer is not correct
455 likes and loves
Chris Thomas
It's become clear that I've been charred by the lighting
And left deafened by the thunder
And somewhere along this trail of clouds
I've failed you
But the more I breathe, the more I believe
That the storm we weather
Will always make us savor the blue
For now-
Go to sleep
And wake up a better person.
a raincloud sits above my head
from time to time
i find it hard to brave these dismal skies.

but then you come along,
as you do.

with a light behind your eyes
a fire in your soul
and you build me up
so much so,
i no longer feel small.

my greatest friend,
that is why
when the going gets tough
and the world caves in
you come along,
as you do
and then i remember
what it means to feel loved.
His face
The sight brings a smile to yours
His eyes
You can stare into them forever
His lips
You wish you can kiss them
His hands
You wish you can intertwine them with yours
His mind
It intrigues you
His soul
You can love it for eternity
His heart
It doesn't belong to you
He says to me,
"I want you",
and therefore i said to him
"But you don't need me, do you?"
He replies back,
"i need you yes"
Quote on his love for me.
If I die tonight
Please don’t pray for me
Hell is full
And Heaven’s gates don’t open free

If I die tonight
Look up to the stars
Peel back the façade
Past the hate in our hearts

If I die tonight
Find peace in my courage
Never backed down
Went out in a flourish
You were
My sigh of relief
And now
You’re gone
And I’m sitting here
Gasping for air
Anne M
hearts and rattan chairs
from even the gentle homes
fray at old crossroads
Words' Worth
Since, you've been gone
I can do what I want
There's so much this heart longs

Its been ten hours, since I last called
I don't know if you're still alive
In my head

Nothing dies, it's no surprise
After all the drinks and friends
You're still in my head
And then you came
After I have counted
All the stars...
Deb Jones
This is my heartache
To bear witness, to listen
As one of my adult sons
Cries from a heartbreak
Only to me will they cry
As I make soothing noises
Saudia R
Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not
This year, do not explain yourself (especially repeatedly) to someone who does not listen. Let your silence be your response. Let your happiness be your response. Let your peace be your authenticity.
Lady Misfortune
I say:
Do you want me to pretend you do not exist?

She says:
Do as you wish.

I perceive:
All I was once you moved onto the next,
A waste of breath.

What a mutual perception process,

You keep on running and now I have nothing but my beliefs.

And what do you have?
Your cup is empty

It would be full but...
You poke holes in all the words I speak
The art of assuming the worst

Created 5.21.18
procrastinating again...

life is slippin by
and im still...
this word lingers in my mind
you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.
red flags went up everywhere, but i didn’t bother looking
pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads
Undress my heart
Let her feel the cold chill
Of November midnight winds
The howl of the coyote
Is music to her rhythm
Mikaela L
After a while, I realized,
My mind was quite aloft,
All the daydreaming, the crying,
The cursing in between dreams,
So bleak, so dark, so tasteless,
So easy to forget, but so notoriously present,
I no longer sleep at night,
Instead, I sleep with my eyes wide open,
In bare daylight,
I marvel at the talent I've cultivated,
Or, at least, at the unspoken ability that,
The little girl that I once was has resorted to,
Just to bear one more day,
Only one more.
Do you daydream as much as I do?
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

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
                                                            ­    has

In the End, It will all fit together.
Apple juice
The pains in my belly
Are almost comforting.
Something’s inside down there and you’re creating it.
can you feel her?
She’s in there
Waiting for me,
Waiting for mommy to make up her mind, Waiting for me to use my sense, Waiting for me by handing me the opportunity not to be useless.
Oh baby..
I’m sorry daddy just isn’t happy..
I want you to know that
Mommy just isn’t ready
And mommy would never place a lifetime of harm upon you.
You are the design combined of everything I’ve wanted
and everything I’ve loved.
You’re what I always wanted.
I just can’t bare to give you up...
Mommy will be with you in another life...
a safe place for us to play.
a safe place for you to grow.
I’ll be ready then.
I love you my all
Until we meet again my bean
~ sincerely, a pregnant teen
Such a decision no not based on pride but empathy and reason for another number in our horrid foster system.
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 like *******.
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.
Sarah Flynn
someone asked,

“how can you be
so happy,

but still write poetry
like depression
is all you know?”

did it ever occur to you
that maybe

I’m only happy because
I took that depression
out on this paper,

instead of taking it
out on myself?
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.
I am the lonely boy who loves a lonely girl
When I’m blue, she’s the one I run to
You’d think we go together like two + two
But in fact, we make five and here’s why
We’re both equally traumatised
With a battlefield going strong in our minds
It tires her out all the time
Whereas I use drugs as a coping vice
We’re both fairly afraid to get close
Because past lovers still have a hold
Not in the sense we keep a torch lit
Just scarred and bruised from the flames within
We’re both so anxious about timing
She’s thinks she’s too much, I think I’m not enough
These are the cards we’re dealt with
But having her by my side is a blessing
Originally this was called “Lonely Girl” part two to my second poem “Lonely Boy” but renamed it after the Jack Nicholson film
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.
Beckie Davies
I know that you'll find someone eventually
I know that it will make this broken heart bleed
I know that you will love her forever
Instead of for just one night
I know you will not leave her unrequited

I know you'll find someone eventually
I'll pretend I'm happy for you
I'll never reveal the reality
I'll hug her, smile and pretend to be her friend
I'll hide my emotions so I don't lose you completely

I know that you'll find someone eventually
She'll be everything I'm not and more
She will give you her heart and you will give her yours
She'll be everything that you've been looking for

I know that you will someone eventually
I know that someone will never be me
i know that someone will never be me
Sarah Flynn
it is gray outside
of my window,

and it is also
gray in this room.

but outside,
the gray is obvious.

the clouds are
blocking out the sun.

and inside,
the gray is irrelevant
because you shine
so bright that

I am only ever
looking at you.

the world outside
fades away in here.

it is beautiful and
sunny and vibrant.

here, the stress of
the world outside
can't touch me.

I see no sadness
or pain or fear.

I only see you.
I only ever see you.
If someone throws fire at you, “be water”.
Be clear, smooth, calm, gentle...

Fire will only burst into more flames,
but water...

will find its way through.
Made: | November 20, 2020 |
By: Kiana Mae ♡
Poem #11 “Touch of Water”
Close the window,
it's cold out
and start the fire,
I'm freezing

It's December
& I'm wrapped in you
before I learned
you're leaving

It's before I learned
the tender truth
that's leaning towards

When I would watch
the snowflakes fall
& you were mine
at Christmas
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