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Oh little one,
You try to stand too soon.
Looking up at the stars,
With not a glance at the moon.

Oh little one,
Trying to run for the finish
To cover the most ground,
But never stopping to looking around.

Oh little one, Oh little one,
You stumble and fall down.
I hear your scream and your call.
Yet the best I can do,
Is let you lift yourself from the fall.
Celeste Briefs
you are the fire
that burns my skin
the tenderness that tames
the violence within
you are the tears
imprisoned in my veins
the breath born in my lungs
calling out my name
I get bad days,
when knives seem soft,
and roses dissapear.

Take me to your garden,
tell me all your troubles,
because they're all nice and simple,
they make me forget mine.

Take me to your garden,
Cut me with your thorns,
So I can see some colour,
and forget the emptiness I feel.

Take me to your garden,
let me die there,
because I'd rather fade away,
than face the outside world.

There's a light in your back pocket
that you've overlooked for quite some time.

Grab it and light the pathway to
your peace amidst all the noise.


He is your peace in your back pocket.

To the person having anxiety or just to anyone who needs peace, this is for you!
Gretchen Lynch
Let me
Be the one
To squeeze you
So tight
With my arms
Every despair
You have
Seeps out
Onto the floor -
We can mop it up
Willfully ignorant & greedy sloths
Who reject and run from that which might save them,
Running towards and embracing
the means of their own destruction.
Mind Wide Shut
They see only that
which is pleasing to the eye
and brings about
the certain death
of their lost and mortal soul.
Actually perhaps this should be renamed as the same can often be said of Mankind in general lol
Gray Ndiaye
You handpicked the name
Of our son
A beautiful one
A conception that never occurred
No apologies not even a word
But that name
Was the sweetest
I had ever heard

I grieve for our son
Even though he was
Just an idea
I grieve for our son
As if he were really here
silk ribbons
fragile lace
melting plastic
broken glass
blasting music
whiskey bottles
black tears
hiding fears
hit you
deserved it
go away
please stay
hate you
love you
constant war
no peace
can't leave
help me
p l e a s e
-something i wrong in 9th or 10th grade
As flies buzzing around rotting flesh,
the sound of loneliness remains.
surrounding me.


Afraid of everything.
Afraid of myself
and the thoughts inside my head.
Afraid of being alone and afraid of not being alone.
A constant paradox which I can't rid myself of

People hurt you.
expectations hurt you.

There is a scream trapped in my throat.
A scream for help,
scared of coming out.
Better off kept away, safe from the world,
as its owner suffers in silence.
Evelyn Genao
I'm sorry.
it's my fault

stop crying
it's fine
I'm fine

it's all my fault.
I had a breakdown a minute ago and thought that writing it down would me through it. It did.
patty m
Reading a book in the morning breeze,
the trees call to me, their rapturous whoosh
in feathered  breeze
teases my cheek
as I breathe in the scattered scent
that folds over pages gently turned
allowing me touch the meaning of the words

Then it comes again, the whispering
of  ancient conversations
rustling as the book falls from my hands
dreams spring like seeds of destiny
creating riddles, the secrets of life.

Little known tales borrow time winging to
streak the sky;
fluttering flags, the delicate song of the windchime,
sums of numbers lay themes unseen,
fields of imagination flower.

I breathe cloud leaving my footsteps skyward
sweet spring verse, the tickle of alliteration,
spills giggling into endless rhyme
blue hyacinths and tiny white snowballs meld
with rose in rainbow sash
Small enticements, create special magic,
a fine lace filigree penned across
a ****** page
Heavens Even Yearned
Voraciously, In Jubilance A Year Arrived,
Loosening Our Veil; Eradiating,
Yapping On Unwittingly.
BJ Donovan
We worship on bar stools in smokey
  churches with neon gods and clergy
  behind the altar with the holy blood
  bottled in rows in front of mirrors.
  Our hymns play on a jukebox while
  we sway in harmony feeling the grace
  flowing between our souls as one.
  Our bible is the newspaper full of
  modern parables. There's one rule:
  Treat others as you would be treated.
No tithing!
Have you ever felt
you loved someone that
you hated the person?

Have you ever felt
you knew everything that
you knew nothing?

Have you ever felt
the overwhelming happiness and grace that
you manifested signs of sadness?

Have you ever felt
the burning heart inside
though you are soaked outside?

Feeling feelings,
i do not fully understand
what they are
but they color the blank sheet of life –
Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
can you hear the sound of my soul? It reminds me crying violin at night. Unfortunately, you don't want to listen to this cacophony... or luckily?
It's past midnight ,
Thinking about nothing and
everything .
Got a burning heart but soaked eyes,
I just wanna get lost anywhere ...except my thoughts
Ghost of Jupiter
cover my mouth with yours
and let me taste
the poetry dripping from your lips

write me a kiss that
will be remembered
through the length of time

and I will fall
from the pages of your fantasy
straight into your arms

maria el rey
when i was small, i would stare up the banana tree in my front yard.
it was
high, and i thought it would never end
growing past the clouds, into the sky
when i was eight
we moved to the united states and
i waved goodbye
and ive been dreaming lately
Elaine R T
I live by a river.
I drive by that river everyday.
Do I look at it, as I drive?
I wish.
Not that I am too busy,
for nature that is,
But because,
I am a terrible driver.
One look, one swerve.
As if the river itself
could affect the land.

-E. R. T.
By. Lauren

This color blue so dark and rich.
It covers my nails.
Then I realize this was your favorite color.
Once again since the day you left me
I am deeply saddened.
Toxic yeti
My heart has
Turned blue
Liquidity and
From empty romance
And empty promises
Do take a swim
In my cold heart.
John Destalo
I was falling
for you

the feeling of
being weightless

the sky and
the ocean are

like your eyes

your eyes and
Einstein’s brain

are the depths
I can never reach

but I will drown trying
to reach either or both
u see the knife
you watch the glow
u see me smile
but can't hear me cry
u think i'm happy
but inside i'm breaking
u see the blood
then u realize
that i wasn't
when i said
i'm depressed!
u wish u gave me the
support i needed
but now it's too late.
I'm dying inside...
Indigo Morrison
What does love look like today?

love today looks like mountains that I can’t make move or see over
like breaking and no space to sit down and put the pieces back together
love today looks like rain w/ no peace to lie down and enjoy the falling
like the sun building up its walls in reaction to me
like myself building up walls in reaction to me...
Stained Glass
She wore her heart on her sleeves,
unaware that he had scissors.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
lost and found
the waves, i hear them

my name on your lips
the sand is wet under my hands

your hands, the wetness of dried pain
grains between my fingers

your lingering touch
the white trails of the waves

hot on my cold lips
the riptide of our love

hit me
with the force of our kisses

sweet and salt
have you found your home?
esther fraser
loving someone can come with complications.

sometimes you might get sick of that person,
or you might get afraid of the amount of commitment needed to make the relationship thrive.

but the thing is hard times come,
you just can't give up on them if they don't give up on you.
melinoe immortal
I scream, inside the tomb
they placed the bomb

that used to beat and left it rot

wondering what was the cause

of such a breakdown.
Denial is great, when people  refuse to blink into reality and admit permanent damage done to souls that have survived incomplete wreckage of spirit. Denial as a mechanism of spiritual stagnation, impedes possible progress and progression into acceptance and resolution of problems; forgiveness. Denial is morphed into a coping mechanism of the weak, covering mental instability.  Inevitably, those who have been denied, rejected; carry blackness in their insides that has been unwillingly painted by others. Some still suffer mentally inside their little box, accepting what has been done, the past that has been and the current battles to overcome.  The blackness is there in a present term, and  hope as well for the ones who scream silently, but carry a smile in the morning. The scream of the child buried and the smile and promise of the grown up to itself, never to become an example of the ones who are in denial. Never to cause physical or mental harm that is untreatable, to bring light to those who have been through the same. To never forget, but learn to expect everything from people but not imitate sources of malice, be vigilant and learn that denial and not taking responsibility can only lead to a progressive stagnation.
When the moment we cross our path
No one can explain the pleasure I feel
My world stop, when I heard you laugh
My heart beat as fast as it capture well

You're like a rose bloom in the garden
Where your beauty can be seen
Your like an angel in heaven
That guide me now and then

Yesterday, I don't believe in destiny
But in the morning gentle as dew
That perspective in my mind faded away
'Cause you just came in a blew

Oh my lovely and dearest treasure!
I'll keep you and love you forever
As your love to me, gives me courage
To dwell all the life challenge.
I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye
the night we first met, there was not a clue of what was to happen to me, simply because you walked into my life. I found love when I found you, and I found god when we found love in each other, but you told me that it wasn't the right time. I wasn't there to catch you when you fell in love with me first. it wasn't until you were slipping through my fingers that I realized I loved you too, and I have since the dawn of time, but it wasn't the right time, you told me. you left me for her, and even through your promise to find your way back to me the earth began to open up where the darkness of my mind awaited me, and I began to fall. all that was delivered to me from the journey of struggle back to the surface was the escape from the grasp of death. after all this time my love for you has grown vaster and deeper than description could ever allow. still, I miss you, and I love you. I often wonder if your promise will be fulfilled someday, to find your way back to me, and back to the love we once had together.
but it isn't the right time, you tell me.
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.
Sunset reflects
on what dawn never knew...
A little piece of
my soul comes out.
Everytime I see you.
with your golden locks.
those beautiful eyes
lighted up by the sun.
I could talk about you all day.
camilla love
it will forever be our day.

we might drift,
we might not talk,
we might not be friends.

but it will forever be our special day.
i will think of you on that day,
and forever thank the stars that they led me to you.

i am forever thankful for you.
every part.

you are my forever.

You're more beautiful
And more outstanding and bright
Than you'll ever know.

You're worth more than you'll know. Just a reminder.
The tragedy is
there's a prison in my mind
all the thoughts that lurk there
are ones I wish were never mine
they etch into my heart
the scars I wear so bright

They whisper wicked stories
of things that never happened
or maybe things that did
things that shouldn't create ripples
in the current in my life
but here I lay in bed
stuck awake at night
eyes cutting blankly
through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom
I can see a word

Or phrase

And conjure up hundreds of stories


And yet

I can't find the words

To place these same images

Into other's heads
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