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Lips that have never been kissed
Hair that's never been brushed back
Cheeks that have never been caressed
Hands that have never been held

Yes, I know I dont need a boy
But it gets kind of lonely
These days I spend my time in wistful dreams
rachel kirkpatrick
the scent of incense
hangs heavy in the air
the constant murmer of voices
comes crashing like waves
but your eyes meet mine
and the faces disappear
the voices die,
all that remains
is an unspoken invitation
from my lips
willing yours to kiss mine
and yours happily
meet their request
leaving our love tasting
like oranges
tenderly plucked
from moonlight lips.
i can't think anymore, i feel like i'm drowning and can't resist the pain anymore why did this have to happen? why me? and here we go again crying and for what? crying ain't gon help you for nothing might as well forget him and move on because at the end it's hes lost not urs.
I'm not even hurt.
I'm not confused.
I'm happy, because of a person who is not you.
Thankful for my bestfriend LMAOO.
That *****, I love her
erin reed
I do not want your
wasted mind
to settle,
if your heart
never had any
intentions of staying.
Aramitz J Durant
the world is unjust
unready for you, little one.
just hold on
just one moment — wait,

don’t go yet. wait
for me, my legs are slower
than they used to be.
brittle, you know.
you and i are both

getting older.
wait —
don’t go yet. stay
just one moment.
i’m not ready.
if you must leave

if you must leave and i too
the streets are only going to be lonelier
our beds lonelier       still
the coffee in
our mornings will be lost
clogging  our drains
cause we don’t have use
for two servings
when we can’t even    sleep badly


that day i sadly discovered

my local store doesn’t stock
   one person french presses

another annoyingly romantic
thing about the french

the shopkeeper suggested
i try instant coffee
instant warmth has always been harder
on my belly

i much prefer the slower

i’ve always found it easier on my inside
Grace E
Dance in the dawning sun light
Feel the cool grass blades between bare toes
Today, you are free
I want
to set her free
you need me, let go
so we can hold
each other.
Long, drawn-out silences  
eroding at my skin
I freeze and I break, I freeze and I break
Soon I won’t be able to take it

Rocks, ice and anger, wells up inside
I’m tired and I’m stretched so thin
I try and I give and I try not to take
And then I melt a little bit

I slip and start to slide
The movement begins
I’m falling down, down, down
That girl
               you think you know
she's moody.
personality: kinda sappy
but she's still happy           (right?)
she's   r a n d o m   and crazy
           (she could give the demons of hell a run for their money)
But she's not That depressed or hazy
she's not sunken to darkness That low       (surely?)
         I tell you
                                  what the hell do you know?
I wore black
Event hough
I am still breathing
I am no longer

Hafza Awan
when we will be together,
waking up by your side
I' ll hug you tight
with a kiss on your eyes

how blessed I would be
having you beside me
Sophia Clouse
Close your eyes, see the blank space...

Smell the light scent of vanilla...

Hear the soft sound of the piano...

Taste the peppermint on the tip of your tongue...

Feel your muscles letting go...

.... Relax.
Just follow the directions. concentrate. Use your senses... and relax.
Jason James
The next few months will be a depressing torture.
I will be perpetually broke with little to no money for cigarettes and beer,
The two things that make my life bearable.
But birthdays and Christmas are just around the corner
And what little I have to live
I must give out of compassion and care,
I can't afford to be selfish for the rest of the year.
I can't wait till January
And once more spending my money on me,
My bad habits
And reckless purchases.
Betty H
The moon has a face
two bright eyes, nose, smiley mouth
a cloud smothers it
I'm gullible
I crave sincerity
I'm fragile
That's not a lie
Levi Johnson
I just have to look
at you
to feel it.

To know it
I have to look

Like the pages
of a book

Fragments of
information, the pieces
all out of place.


I believe you
beg to be
marc rios
All the stars that i see brightly
Outshine me almost everday
Giving me shades
Turning me to gray
I only shine the brightest
When im in my shamest
Anger filled my bottles
Locking my wings away
Shadow my old friend
Here i go again
Diksha Prashar
Let me see the side which is never seen,
Let me be the heart you never feel,
Let me be the light shining in the dark,
Let me be the shoulder you cry on,
Let me the love blossoming in your heart,
Let me be the hands pull you far,
Let me be the ocean submerging your demons,
Let me be the girl you fall for.
song of wind
in the time
travels soul
Ellis Holden
If we burned the bibles
   -debricked the churches
Who would we be?
I still remember the last time I saw you
and I remember the day I realized
it was really over

but life goes on, as things do
however, I still find myself
thinking about you

I’ve seen other people,
I’m sure you have too
but still, I really, truly do
myss you
Zoe G
I'd like to sing for you
a song I wrote for you
and then we can sing together
You captured my attention.
Consume me
with a heart abandoned.
i feel like i'm rotting
from the inside out
i just really wish
not everyone would doubt

i'm rotting, can't you see?
he hurt me


summer vanished in an instant
i always told my momma we should move
somewhere else far from here
Ciel Noir
the face of god
stares through the ruins
souls so dark
the stars shine through them

and bringing joy
and light to sugar o'er the void
Paper faces and silicone smiles-
Where’d you get that mask, little girl?
Looks an awful lot like

Jacob Lyons
Skipping beats like rain in July
It was unexpected, but here it is
Still my arms are burning inside
As the heat punches and kicks
Why did I put a heavy coat on?
Just to prove that I was strong?
Strength should be knowing best
And getting this out of my head
So I'll cut off my hair and then
Put sunglasses on instead
Watching the waves of fire
From a distance I can desire
The day has ended once again
But we both know it's not the end

Are we even meant to be?
We can't be our enemies
But I'd really hate to see
You with someone that isn't me
Quit saying you're sorry
We both know what you mean
That the grass could be green
But right now it's all dying
You always get my attention
And my heart, not to mention
I smile when I see your name
I smile when I see your face
The day has ended one more time
But we both know we have the night
Poetic T
They say life's
        A story.

Me, I never read mine.

I lived it, who wants to know
     The beginning and the ending.

live your story,
     Skip chapters,

Remember your writing it.
I wanted to learn

so last night my fourth grade teacher
tore my eyelids off

and sat me near a television screen
that showed my mother dying
over and over
and over again.

I left as a cavity
of a boy,

collapsing at the sound of passing cars

as I searched for a payphone where
I could speak to the static about Gabriel.

(where is he?)

When I look at my brother and father

I beg for my eyes to be caressed until they’re scarred

with every daytime matinee
and curtsy on the train platform

that built me into this mosaic
of a “man”.
deeply personal. would appreciate kind words and condolences. my mother is alive but a part of me has died.
Luz Hanaii
Wisdom must be earned through experience,
wisdom comes through pain, sorrow, suffering...
but also through purity of intention.
It was 4 am,
The world was asleep,
The stars were awake,
And just like every other night,
I thought of you,
Are you on the other side thinking of me too?
What if
You have been fighting
A losing battle
All along
What if
The silence
Within you
Is only
The calm
Before the strom
It is going to be a fight
You just cannot

my biggest fear.
i can feel you
slipping from my fingers

the harder i try
the faster you fall from my hands

no matter what i do
you return to the sand

where i’m losing you forever
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’m scared as f*ck
to want you.

But here
I am,

Still wanting you
loneliness, an old friend
is knocking on my door again
and I’m trying so hard not to let him in
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