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I care about your broken nails
When your hands tremble; your face pale

I care about your uncombed hair
When your eyes are full of so much pain

Why should they speak freely
And spit on your dignity
and expect you to accept it with a smile?

Why must they boast of their cruelty
-without feeling the least bit guilty
And expect you to take it in stride?

I've come to realize that  
I am living in constant fear, today.
And so did they, yesterday

Doctors are exceptionally cruel to medical students, and we are told to accept it as "the way things are". It's a cycle. They were bullied as students, and they go on to treat their students the exact same way

When it's not so sad anymore I will show pictures of us to my future children.
I keep them hidden in 7 different folders on my computer to try and hide them from myself so I don't get weak and want to look at the better days.

I deleted you from social media, I blocked you, but as we all know that's a temporary solution to the bigger problem.
I always find love for you even when I hate you deep down inside- hidden under 7 layers of skin and memories.

When it's not so sad anymore I almost wish we would run into each other on the streets.
Maybe it won't be so awkward, I'll have moved on and you'll have moved on but maybe there will be a small spark still there.

When it's not so sad anymore, I will eventually delete those pictures from my memory and my computer.
I will find a way to permanently erase your love one of these days... maybe 7 months from now, maybe 7 years from now... someday.


It's not my fault
It's the tree which I was attracted with
When my eyes goes through the tree
Even my vehicle also attracted by the tree

It's not the doctor
Who said that I'm in the emergency ward
It's when I hear sound of scissors,
I recognized that I'm in the observation..

It's take me a long time to survive
And I try to attain my best to recreate all the relationship
After a long time
I got all my frnds back......

Thank you
Samm Marie Moore

Periodic Table
Bond Enthalpy
Redox reactions
Solubility rules
RICE tables
Polyatomic ions
Imperial units
Metric units
I don't understand yet

Wes Rabbit

If there's a human contact or touch
That's how it will go...

"I am hollow inside
I meet you on the network
I feed you some lies
I force you to swallow
I let you know - we're taking it slow
& when I get bored - I ask you to go
As if nothing happened”

Only if you try to see
It is as simple as it is
You are my temporary distraction
You can't fill in the vacancy
& your greatest flaw, oh Elliot?
It's just that you are beautiful
& I don't know - who I am anymore

"Everyone is an idiot
Everyone is so cool
My dear Elliot, what did you do?
Don't you see, they're all struggling
But they hide it better than you
My beautiful Elliot, what did you do?"

There are so many people
but who wants to talk?
When I'm confused I go on long walks to nowhere, I get lost in alleys
& when the night wraps it's starry
Blanket around me - I cease to feel
What is so beautiful that I cannot see
As if somebody stole all the stars from my eyes and
Replaced them with buttons
you & me - I cannot see

Love lasts

I love you
Those words will always be remembered
Three words that can scar you
Three syllables that may hurt
But isn't that what makes it beautiful

I miss you
Three words that can hurt
As if you would know it's worth
Always remember those words

These bittersweet words
These words are all we have
Make every moment count
Because you don't know
You don't know when it will all disappear

Ugo Victor

Let's sit and pretend
Like we haven't lost it all
Everything we built; it's tsunami season afterall
But keep it coming,
you are the wind and I was warned  
Take a sip off of your teacup and smile
like the charming witch you are
Yes witch
Because say whatever you will
Hearts, no matter how broken,
Aren't supposed to hurt like this


I cannot tell anymore
If the silence he resonates
Is the defense he fronts
To keep the closing cage of commitment at bay
A gentle reprieve from the fears divebombing like magpies
Or if this new wave is the end.
If this darkness and muffled cries  
Are a direct correlation to my bad days
Overwhelming him
Forcing him in that car
Taking him hundreds of miles away
And telling me "I can't help you."

But he can't see
I never wanted him to ride in like a savior
I don't need to be rescued.
I just wanted to show him my soul
And for him to look, really look,

And tell me he loved me.

Jessica Schell

When I was 10 my mum Told me that
I was special
The Next day was the First time
she told me to shut up
When I was 14 my Friends told me that
I was funny
The Next day I Heard them laugh about me
And when I was 16
You told me I was beautiful
You told me you loved me
You told me you would do anything for me
But I did not believe you
Because I learnt that people don't mean
What they say
And I did not want to get disappointed again


I'm sorry I fell in love with you
I didn't ask to
I didn't ask to enjoy our random conversations at two in the morning
I didn't want to love hearing your voice at school
I want the scent of your cologne fill my nose while I sleep
I didn't want your hand to feel like a glove when it met mine
I didn't ask for this
I didn't ask to be hurt by you
I'm sorry I fell in love with you.

So I am a high school freshman and its mid terms which means I'm going to be studying for finals soon and thats means I won't be able to write as much which sucks but on the weekends ill probably write a lot and save drafts so have a good day y'all
Bannon's Toy Box

Alas! alas! I say! for life
Is peril, certain death, and strife!
And he that standeth here today
Tomorrow in his grave might lay!
   We're gathered here to mourn the loss
Of Major General Mustardsauce,
The Brigadier who won the war,
And died a-dueling aft and fore.
No wiser man with wormy weeds
Has eaten e'er the apple's seeds.
This lion-hearted monster-puppet,
Who sodomized each ev'ry Muppet,
Has gone unto his heav'nly rest,
No more our earth to grace and molest.
   Yet, weep ye not, ye sore bereft:
He sitteth now to God's own left.


Cyprian Van Dyke

I said the right words to the wrong girl,
And we lived happily ever after.

But I said the wrong words to the right girl,
And she forgave me like it never mattered.
Oct 18, 2017


You are my favorite passenger
my driver through tired eyes

You are my Nebraska rest stop lover
and the morning kiss in the tent.

You make my lips curl to a smile
and dance along your face.

You are the lime in my corona
and the clank to my bottle.

You are not my smores poptart
more like my layered dip

You're my backseat snoozer
and my cutest cuddle duddle

My late night fisherman
and my serving counterpart

You're my badlands baby cakes

You fill up my heart

You fill up my heart

Karan Gambhir

In this world full of chaos
I try to find solace
I try to find peace

In a place
Where there are foxes everywhere but no sheeps
I try to find a soul who is same as me

In this world of  fake smiles and cunning minds
I try to find someone divine
Someone with a sacred soul and a beautiful mind

Tanner Keiley

I’m tired of this drive
   In this empty car
      On these empty streets
         To my empty apartment
            With its empty walls
               To go to sleep in my empty bed
                  To have my empty dreams
                     To wake up


If I could just hold -
Those hands of yours and squeeze it.
That would be lovely.

If I could just stare -
Deep in your hazelnut eyes,
And be mesmerized.

If I could just hug -
You so tight and sniff your neck.
I would be happy.

If you could just stay -
Stay for awhile and listen,
That I love you so.

It grows perfectly -
In every different way.
That I couldn't stop.

I just wanna see you -
Hug you, touch you, kiss you hard.
Promise. I'll wake up.

From this monstrous -
The nonsensical meaning -
A life without you.

Oct 04, 2017

She stared right into those eyes
that she still saw galaxies in
and whispered
"I'm leaving you."


“You’re a terrible person”
No I’m not
“ You’re so stupid”
Stop it
“ Nobody likes you”
But... they do
“Why would they want something broken?”
“He’s too good for you”
Tell me something I don’t know
“You’re not supposed to hear us sweetie, you’re crazy”
“Exactly, just end it now, end it all”
“Stab us out of your head”
“Watch us pour out of your wrists”
“Jump off the ledge, silence us”
“Choke us out, grip your throat and squuueeeezzzee”
“End it, you have nothing to live for”
Well it’s just another day to having to listen to you guys and I am stronger than you think.

galaxy of myths

Your love is like light
But darling, I am opaque;


Cut your nails and brush your teeth,
Eat your food, and take your seat,
Check your box, and fix those knots,
Clean your shoes, and pull up your socks.

Read your books and play at 4,
Park that parachute of fooleries,
Receive a hug from ye, mother at nine,
Little miss kid, you're doing just fine.

Here and there a mischief or four,
Break your sister's mascara box,
Eat some biscuits and chocolates,
Bless you kid, that's innocence.

Once you grow, and groups and gags,
Farces comedies would relapse,
Tragedy harpers the bazaar of rust,
Bless you kid, never get old!

Young and free and meek and mild,
Cleans my soul and I can smile.

I must depend on your eyes
to see the universe
and you must know in your perceptive love
that though I am blind beyond this superficial light
I hold the Sun
my guide
my strength
my soul
beyond this darkness
for you


The tendons
in your body
must rip and tear,
must bleed
and suffer
to become stronger,

and I think
it must be the same
for our

I feel so stupid.

A certain light shines on you when you love..
You then emit that light to the ones you love..
In turn they emit it back when they love you..
Love creates happiness only when you share it..
Don't be afraid to do so..
And remember to love yourself..
It will make you shine...

Afraid to be alone.......
David M Harry

and watch over the woman
who will be my wife, wherever she is

surround her with good people
who will not harm her

give her comfort in moments of sadness
until my arms can do the same

clothe her with peace
until she can hear my voice

and if she be pricked by the ebon briar
of darkness, then light her path toward me

and give me enough days and
strength of step to cross her path

then may I speak words with depth
that cause her to see who You created

Sweet things
Peace and hope
In the future
Renewed love
And faith
Strength is in her
Courage is her name
Trouble means little
To one of the faith
Refine me
Try me
I'm yours
Guide me
Use me
Help me
To walk with the Father
Is to walk like a princess

Susie Ivan

When I am older
I will show my kids
pictures of all my friends and I
back when I was their age

They'll laugh about my outfit
I'll laugh about my outfit
they'll be in awe of
the adventures I went on

And I will be in awe of
How long it's been since
I've been on an adventure.

Velia Ng

i'll chase the dreams that are part of my control,
and live the rest on fate's parole.
i am beyond what
i've perceived of me.
i just have to keep my eyes shut
and complete my journey.
the path ahead lies
my destiny
and i will rise
in order to be free.

Angela Rose

He made sure I knew just how lucky I was to have him
But he never hit me
He played games with my emotions repeatedly
But he never hit me
He made sure I didn’t leave the house in a skirt above the knees
But he never hit me
He knew the words to say to make me feel so small that I could not breathe
But he never hit me
He tossed me in and out, in and out, until my mind was in an out of control tizzy
But he never hit me
He messed around on the side late at night while I rested in our bed
But he never hit me
He made it clear that I wasn’t to go out at night with the girls
But he never hit me
He told me over and over again just how hard it would be to find anyone else to deal with me
But he never hit me
He fell asleep safe and sound as I laid in bed trying to catch my breath through tears
But he never hit me
He needed to have the password to every device, app and account
But he never hit me
He knew the power he held and used it over my head to weaken me
But he never hit me
He made jokes at my expense in front of friends and family and we all giggled together instead of cringed
But he never hit me
He assured me the women he texted were coworkers or colleagues but I could never know what they spoke of
But he never hit me
He made it clear that my interests and goals were not of pertinence
But he never hit me
He knew the exact words to say to take my entire day downhill
But he never hit me
He broke my heart over and over and over again until it was minuscule shreds
But he never hit me

If you or someone you know is suffering from domestic abuse please contact 1-800-799-7233 this is the national domestic abuse hotline. Abuse can happen to anyone, man or woman. It does not make you weak to seak help. <3

Where long limbed trees grow

Fireflies dance in the dark sky

Glittering stars paint the night

Laughter swells & floats by

Liberating rivers run rampant

The sun graces lush green land

Thin blades of grass slowly sway

Joy is found in every grain of sand

Rules are thrown to the mellow breeze

Independent thoughts are at home

Life blooms & thrives abundantly

This is where wild spirits freely roam

Wasting wits

I think the best part of it was the almost.
We almost fell for each other.
We almost had everything together.
We almost were,
But we never were.
We were always just an almost.

Tufayl Myburgh

Writing creates a paradigm.

Much like a camera, it is a paradigm that we can look through in order to see the world, or create one, from a different perspective.

I decided to step away from my art and look at the lens itself instead of looking through it.

What I found is that we are able to paint pictures with words, pictures that don’t exist and we can create artworks with those pictures that allow you to see them in the most magical way possible while knowing that each artwork is different and unique depending on the person that composes it.

It is being able to travel the world as we know it through symbols and letters while not moving an inch from where we are in time and lead ourselves to a beautiful yet twisted sense of duality.

Maybe it’s the feeling of godhood in creating life, worlds or even stories yet I am still human but I become a god outside of time.

I take my imagination and make it tangible.

They say actions speak louder than words but I am a writer and words are all I have. So, maybe one day, as these words drip from my fingertips they will find you and they will drown your thoughts with beautiful pictures and hopefully, you might just understand,

Why we write.

They say actions speak louder than words,

But there’s still a reason why the pen is mightier than the sword.

Trying to express a passionate love with words is harder than it looks...
girl diffused

you tried to feed
me stardust
sway and hold me
as we danced

you tried to make a home
out of me
open my shutters
let the light
flood inside
push sheer magenta
curtains aside

you tried to run
your fingers reverently
over my rosewood

you tried to erect my home
raise it from the island
kiss my lips after broken
storms hold my hands in your own convince me that you  replaced my old
broken doors
peeling paint and vinyl siding

you tried to
feed me stardust
sway and hold me
as we danced

you tried to make
a home out of me
but I was really an island
ready to be claimed
by the fire and the sea

Ashes to Ashley

Silence is also conversation.

joel jokonia

.................................................................­.......and it rained
the day my virgin girlfriend was to give up her cherry
the city got WET

maddie k

The way your heart pumps with ecstasy
The way your skin itches with the rush of wine
My eyes roll around in your engery
My head nods with the beat of your soul

carm cerdan

how i wish
one day you'd find
the one.

she - who would
know you
more than you do.
he - who would
care enough
to repair you.
she - who would
know what
this means to you.
he - who would
not be blind,
not be insensitive.
she - who would
see your poetry
and know
it's your heart.

and though
i know bigger
catastrophes deserve
more poems,
that this pathetic
poem is a smoke,
not a cloud.
but i think
it still matters
that you'll
have someone
who will not
close their fists
upon your heart...

...after trusting it with them.

so when you find yours,
find me and tell me
how to find mine.

FUCK ME UP WORLD just kidding i'm so depressed so here's a depressing poem i hope no one finds my corner of the internet and realize i'm a weirdo

Sometimes I see everything.
Often to much in color,
To vivid,
To bright,
Blinding actually.

Then sometimes I see nothing at all.
Total absence of light,
To dark,
To secretive
Just dull aches.

Remnants of the person I used to be

What living with depression is like for me. Really high highs. Really low lows.
Anna Blake

it's you.

i would have never known
unless i saw
the light meet your face
that morning.

neither of us are early risers,
but i couldn't waste
a second.

above me,
at 6:40 in the morning,
a perfect blend of
blue, gray, and sincerity,
which was born
on the rising sun,
peered through an ivory curtain,
and landed on a gentle face.

infinity soaked gaze,
honey coated touch,

your color was
the crisp mountain air
through a rolled down
Jeep window.

your color was
a John Prine record
and local barbeque

your color was serene.
it was the light's reflection of
a summer enveloped
by two people
in love with
right now.

-Anna Blake


He was
     my favorite book
           Few pages could bring tears  
                   in the corners of my eyes
                            unknowingly. Softly
                         Most of them
              could make my heart
     smile widely
I touched every pages
        every words behind words
                     My soul craved to read him
                             for a thousand times over
                        My solitude ached for him
    like Sunflowers missing the Sun

Expose yourself to pain,
let it wash over your body like a long awaited sunrise.
Let it cleanse your blood and
coarse through your veins.

Pain was not created to be fought,
the bite love leaves on the way out.
The heart must hurt
before it begins to heal.

My dear when your world begins to fall,
your hands begin to tremble.
Open your heart
and let the hurt begin to heal you.

Tiago Mariano

twinkle twinkle little star,
looking down from up the sky,
how far will you last I wonder,
bright living light,
twinkle twinkle on the dark space,
how long will i live at your side?

Starting small poems doesnt seem so bad, maybe one day i'll shine as bright
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