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If I added up all my scars,
across my arms and over my hips,
I could stitch them up,
into untold stories and engrave them on my skin,
so everyone could see,
the vulnerability beneath..

If I spread my wounds across a canvas,
purple, blue, red, and other hues,
creeping on rippled fabric like stars in the night sky,
I’d create galaxies,
with craters, suns and moons,
constellations of healing wounds.
Peter Gareth
Hours, days, weeks
I waited for your answer
For so very long
Five years that looked like fifty
Does that make us strangers?
I suppose so...

Right now I don't even know
If I want you to text me back
I feel like playing my old guitar
With a cup of coffee besides me
And keep my lonely watch
Though I'm not sure
What I'm waiting for anymore
You will forever be
my secretive study

I’ll dig.

And dig,
And dig,
And dig.

I will dig with fury,
until Earth is empty

But you’re deeper than that.

You are not your story,
nor the things you bury.
my love
please always remember
that even though i would instantly die for you
i will never live for you
related to one of my favorite movie scenes between Harley Quinn and The Joker - "question, Dr. Quinzel. would you die for me?" / yes / "that's too easy. would you ... would you live for me?"
Lone City Chimney
Our hands couldn't touch because they were too similar
So we decided to put our backs together instead
And faced opposite sides of the world
So that our lips would never utter the same words ever again
For Love so thick that only space between could cause it's defeat
Summer Shellhamer
I'm happy,
I'm sad,
I'm annoyed,
I'm Laughing,
I'm Crying,
I'm Living,
I'm mentally dying,
I'm depressed,
"I'm a loser",
I'm a distorter,
I'm Bipolar...
I don't know I might delete this.. work in prog..
If this poem trends
I just want to say to all
Hi nice to meet you


Oops my humour gets the better of me :-)))))) xxxxxxxxxxx
Have a lovely Sunday xxxxx
Steve Sufian
Omniscience, Omnipotence,
Total Joy, Total Sense.
Omni-Loving, Omnipresent,
This is Full Enlightenment.
Julia Ruth
Two tears dripped
She held the cup from which she sipped
Parallel and equally heavy
That fell from a cloud she could not levy

From the taunting and teasing
They called  nothing more than appeasing
She was big
named a pig
They drew her tears
Until she could not hear

She painted her face
Dressed herself in lace
she never had a chance to feel  beautiful
Until she was dull
She took her last breath
And tears drowned her to death
Don’t be mean to the big girl, she is just as sad as the skinny one.
The X Rhymes
Tom had acid ingestion
an abdominal reflux
saw his doctor, asked the question
could he get down to the crux
he said there’s no medication
for your physical decline
from yourself take a vacation
you will heal yourself in time
but that pit of glowing embers
makes his gut still feel upset
and too easy to remember
all the things he should forget.
Tom’s a recurring character, for those who’ve read more than one of these.
Cameron Vigliotta
You took our things
And boxed them up
Put them away
Into the dark
At least when they're hidden
You'll have a chance to forget about us
Hunter Taylor
I've never ridden one
but I am familiar with Camels

I've never been there
but I see **** when I close my eyes

you don't see me
but I wish you would move out of my mind

please just go
the closer you get the further away you feel

I still talk to myself
the more I do the more I understand

you don't know me now
but I don't think you ever tried
the first lines make a valley, the second lines make a mountain
Deb Jones
sometimes silence
is one of life’s biggest blessings
Rickey Spence

I need a way to let my anger out.
But there’s not even a thing,
That I can think to be angry about.

I need to slow down my breathing,
I need a way to calm myself down.
Tonight my mood is the definition of seething.

My face in a perpetual frown,
I fear what I may appear to be.
Resolution can’t wait until sundown.

I can’t believe the benefit of this hobby,
There’s a beauty in the uses of poetry.
Truly a calmer person, not just a wanna-be.

Time to end this miserable soliloquy,
I think I’ll go for a walk.
Life is better spent, not being solitary.
When Cheryl Blossom said,
name was Heather,"
No one else heard
The silent emphasis,
but it rang in my ears.
A persistent stinging in the back of my throat,
tearing at my eyes
pouring from my mouth,
coating my ******* thick,
black and red
vicious drink of liars.
How long will it take?
Between obvious flirting
And your guessing games

To figure out

I’m a little scared
It’s been five years today
I will never be okay
I can smile and I can laugh
Inside I’m broken and that’s that.
He saw her when he opened the door,
motionless, spread-eagled on the floor.
For a second, he lost his head
and thought she lay there dead
only to chuckle when he heard a snore.
NaPoWriMo Day 25
Poetry form: Limerick
it has
been a
field mouse's
you have
been here..

there to
a twenty
year blink of
an eye.

and a

it never
has been
a roller
coaster ride
with you.

only the holding
our hands
high into the
and laughing
with the

the joy
has just

the love
has just
been deeper.

and the
is that

must be

made of

in my life

I have
tasted it

and you.

and it
is sweeeeeeeeet.
Passenger seat canary
Jeans in 40 degrees, out to the rock wall
downpour, Shaq soda, ephemeral lyrics and a deteriorating weekend
when I'm meant to see you i may sleep in
Written in January of 2019
Marisa Lu Makil
Release the idea
That everything is your fault
Oh starling
Do not have that power
Mary Gay Kearns
Few people can be beleived
The lips are packed with lies
Words fall as if manœuvred
To benefit selfishness’s world.

I carry the dust of deceitful
tongues, swollen, diseased
Where is cleanliness left?
‘The dog’s bowl at the door’.

Love Mary ***
Vanessa Gatley
Keith Thompson
Once Upon a lifetime gone
away, we were so close
The bond we held,  the way I felt,
Or was that just some joke?
I ask this not in guilt or shame,
Nor in depression's throes
I merely am just curious
Now where our bond will go
Will it die, just fade away,
Like whispers in the wind?
Tell me what is on your mind
And all that's kept within
Or is it dead,  am I too late
To keep  our bond alive?
I will rebuild it,  if I must
And sacrifice my foolish pride
Or is it living,  breathing still,  
yet rather not as strong?
Or am I simply chasing dreams,  
With all my visions wrong?
Tell me what is left to do
To resurrect our ties
It's up to us to decipher fate
And see just where it lies
Spilling my truth as if it were my own blood
It drains me as I search myself
For what sleeps inside
Sums it up.

Your soul is the moon after dawn
A vapour who sings of love as well as pain
A delicate blossom that twirls with zephyrs
Fragrant and enriched by the snow's kiss
The geese have fled from iced lakes
long preserved with whispers of old
In the shade of bamboo, my flute is heard,
carried to you by the frost-kissed air
Your soul, a vapour, the moon after dawn
Hear my hymn of peace,
till winters turn to fawn

My head's still in the clouds! ^-^
I'm trying SO HARD not to freak out about my media course interview...
Lyn ***
My lips melt together.
While the pen melts with my hand.
s Willow
A singular flower grows out
the face of a rock.

That little sprout,
It was holding the power that was bout to be unlocked.

Time was the key
To split the rock
Because that little flower grew a tree.
The singular flower
Cleared a path by unleashing it’s power.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
the last thing I tasted
was chocolate chip cookies
as you pulled away
and leaving my lips
I miss her already
Calli Kirra
You’re the moon over the ocean
And all the light in between
Rising high,
Washing over me
In your love,
I’m clean
Do the bathmat shuffle
To the closet in the hall
It's never very graceful
But try not to fall

No towels on the shelf
Must be in the dryer
Do the bathmat shuffle
But now you’ll do it slyer

Shuffle down the hall
And hope no one's about
Or shimmy like you don’t care
Shake, dance, belt out

Do the bathmat shuffle
You’re nearly almost there
Made it to the dryer
But the towels are elsewhere

Do the bathmat stumble
Your quads are feeling tight
Eureka in the living room
The end is now in sight

Do the towel toga boogie
Time to celebrate
You could put the towels away
But maybe you’ll just wait
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
Penelope Winter
i had a type
you didn't fit
so i moulded it
to you

- p. winter
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
I am in the restaurant
My friend just left the table
And here I feel all complete

I enjoy being with her
But her leaving remind me how much
I love to be by myself

I guess that’s what we call self love
I spent the all day stress
Now just being alone
Remind me that the smallest thing in life are the one I enjoy the most

Sharing a meal with myself
Watching people around
I never feel alone by myself
This is supposed to make me afraid
Afraid that I loose my social part but I don’t think I do

It’s noisy I am surrounded by people
It’s just me and my beer and I fell complete
I guess that’s what we call self love
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 don't speak your language
and the translations of your words are dark.
And powerful enough to me,
that I can smell the ash and smoke you discuss in your songs.
esther fraser
i fell for you and you only watched.
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