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Maria Etre
I get defensive
when my poems
are attacked by reality
FJ Davis
Most things
you've been led to believe
are wrong; many of your worst
suspicions, true. The world is far more
evil than you have yet discovered; more
evil than you dare imagine. Witness that
at this very moment, any remaining good
is being systematically eradicated.
i float in the air
and let loose my hair
every time you stare
like i'm the prettiest mare
you have in your lair
You are an art, full
a wonderful maze

The corners I'll paint
with this mischievous lips

How do I keep calm
when your sunset left a spark

And I can see your eyes
through this water paradise

May you be the storm, but
won't be fearing me to drown

The blazes amazed me
but I will never frown

To lose myself in yours
till the end of time
The red sunset is not a sin.
Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,
First poem I've written, to anybody who reads this is hope you enjoyed it and it made you day a little better
"I'm fine" This long told lie
Finally true these last few weeks.
But fine is a state not worth living in.
Fine is subpar food and bad tv.
Fine is 8 hour days, five days a week.
Fine is friends of friends, not quiet lonely.
I want more. I want the pain back.
Or joy untold. I want highs and lows.
Not this middle ground so many settle for.
I don't want my headstone to read,
"Her life was fine."
"I wonder what it feels like
To hold the world in your hands
And let it slip from your grasp"

Suppose I finally understand
A reprise of my poem Losing me
It felt like heaven
when you
so I
Ignored all the times
you put me
thru hell
I always thought we were the perfect match.
But matches are meant
                                   to ignite
                                         and burn out.
While I was fighting the beast
I loathe the most
I became just that
And I didn't even realize
'til I saw the look in their eyes.
not everything I write
is true
Not everything I right
Is wrong
I am a loner
at times
I don't belong

I don't write to be
I write to
JK Cabresos
you are more than a lover to me

you are my best friend

you are the sun in my morning

you are the stars in my night skies

you are my peace of mind

you are my every heartbeat of love

you are a precious woman i ever have

i could never find someone like you in a lifetime

this love,

this beautiful feeling,

you are the only one who can define
Romantic Fantasies
Romantic fantasies unfold one by one
With one touch of beauty in trance
Oh love sweet love it is job well done
Let my love together take a chance

Love odyssy goes through very many trials
Clarity will come by making you confident
A beloved sweet smile has very many styles
A beloved is obstinate being dominant

Creative beloved has all colors of rainbow
From earth to sky it shows its beautiful stance
What a miraculous creation is to grow,glow
Love is basically the result of one sweet glance

Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Mamta Wathare
My heart split open
and bled
The sky turned
Your words
through my gut
coiled around my belly
I stopped breathing
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
Michael Smit
I always overthink
Leaving permanent ink
One thought
Next another
Each and every other
The constant annoying utter
Andre Pinnock
Up close, it is perfect
Clearly one of my finest
But when i step back and observe it
It is not my canvas
It is sure hard to accept
But i felt better after i stepped
Salmabanu Hatim
rain and sunny days
rainbows form when lions wed
that's what mum told us.
i refuse to tear down my walls
for anyone
ever again.

if you want to know
what’s inside,


                    an owl.

     She was a
He was the sun, she was the moon..
heart is                                                  
A LANTERN                                              
Inside, lives a                                              
♡         ­                                       
e                   ­                 
t                       ­                       
  ­   n                                
      d                        ­                  
      ♡                                       ­             
s                                                  ­  
e                     ­             

                   bright wings
                     G L I T T E R I N G
                     with love, life and

I grow,                
S H E  R E M A I N S              
youthful, timid,              
d       ­     


                   ­                     spent days
                                          JUST  CRYING
     ­                                     feeling so lost
             ­                             ♡
                                  ­        I
       ­                                             s
                  ­                             o
                     ­          s
                    ­                              y
                                 ­                   ♡

                                           ­                             The
                                ­                                         summer
                                                          ­                OF HER HEART
                                                           ­                  became winter
                                                          ­                bleak
                                           ­                            ♡
                                                               ­                 a
                                                                ­                     n
                                                               ­                   d
                                            ­                            ♡
                                   ­                            c
                                                               ­   l
                                                            ­                d
                                                                ­                   ♡

                       with time
                          SHE MANAGED
                        to pick herself
                  ­ n
                           ­               h
      ­                           r

the help                        
O F  O T H E R                        
fellow Kings and                        
k         ­                         
♡                                      ­    
♡  ­        

                   You                                                              ­    
all have                                              
A D D E D   TO                                            
my heart's inner                                              
flame        ­                                        
n   ­                                                       
♡       ­                               
o  ­                      
e                               ­       
♡                     ­           

       Winds                                                            ­              
blow, wings                                                            ­      
NOW FLUTTER                                                          ­        
I'm ready to                                                               ­   
fly                                                              ­  
♡                                                                ­
b                                                               ­ 
y                                                              ­  
s    ­                                            
d            ­                                              
e                 ­                                                   ♡
I'm back!
So sorry everyone, the last few weeks have been... a strain on me.
I am still doing my media course and all, but mentally and emotionally,
I was slipping down into a dark place. My sleeping patterns have been messed up, my nerves have been completely out of control, my self-doubt, anxiety and depression drained me so much that I found it really hard to write, so I needed time to gather myself. It was so hard for me to pick up a pen. To do anything. My smiles were hollow and I just felt so lost.

I just wanted to apologise, I didn't mean to worry anyone. I'm truly touched by the out-pour of support for me. I got so many messages asking if I was alright. I can't express how much that warmed my heart. I'm so used to people being angry at me for my silence that it usually scares me to come back. By nature, with everything I've experienced, it's made me more and more of an isolationist. To all of those people, truly, thank you so so much for staying and just being kind to me...
Really. Thank you T-T
And thank you to all my followers, old and new.
245 followers... I can't even... T-T
I'm sorry if I sound like a broken record but thank you.
I'm back now, and I'm feeling better.
It's easier to hold my pen so I will resume spilling my ink.

I'll continue the Masked Bard on Thursday, I'm free the whole day.
I have no idea of my schedule the coming week.
Again, I appreciate everyone one of you.
Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts.
Thank you for staying with someone like me.
With much love,
Lyn ***
when a heart broken
pours out all
her feelings and
translates them onto
words. something
beautiful gets created.
appreciated by many but
never the one
she's always written her
heart out for.
When you are sad
Get up and look at the sun

When you are crying
Get up and look at the stars

When you are hurting
Get up and look at mother nature

When you can't go on
Get up and remember those that went before you

When you want to give up
Get up and remember that you have your own destiny

Unknown stranger
Let's tear her clothes
She is a doll , she says nothing,
Okay, she is fine.
Let's scratch her body
She says nothing,
Okay, she is fine.
Now let's cut her hair,
She don't feel
She don't cry ,
Okay, she is fine.
And our fun is over!
Now let's burn her
She says nothing,
Okay, she is fine,
She still smile.
I'm not staying,
it's my blame.
I'll leave the innocent;
I'm not the same.
I've got blood on my hands.
Pressure to understand.
You're right.
You've always been.
I tend to forget.
I won't bother you,
still my existence bothers me.
My mind smothers me.
The nights scare me;
comfort is scarce.
The dark makes things worse,
and this silence hurts.
It can be so loud,
the noise of nothing.
The sounds of your thoughts,
utterly isolated.
I love y'all;
but I don't love me.
I can't live up to what you all think of me-
all feedback is welcome and appreciated!
Do you ever think
of a poem
that's amazing

and you're sure you'll remember
to write it down

but you won't
This is kind of my mood right now.
Once, he had the power,
Once, men had the power,
Over her,
Her heart,
Her feelings and thoughts.
But now,
She’s stronger,
Now, she’s wiser,
Now, she’s taking back the power.
Lily Barrett
I’ve been told I have walls,
That aren’t too easy to break,
They’ve been up for so long,
That my smile is entirely fake.
They’re made of unshed tears and a broken soul,
Of emotions that have taken their costly toll.
Tear them down if you feel you must,
But it takes too much to gain my trust
Strip me down to every pebble and stone,
Shatter me like a mirror and break me to the bone,
But don’t you see you’ve already lost,
For even my walls have a cost.
My friends say that I keep too much of it inside...I'm working on it guys I promise
how do you name
this kind of strength?

the thing she loves most
shatters her, irreparably

shards sink to the depths
drowning she dies there

then recreates herself,
returning to care for it
you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
Its the days when you don’t cry,
But you don’t smile either.

It’s the days when you’re quieter than usual,
And people notice.

It’s the days when you aren’t quite thinking about anything.

But if someone asked you what was wrong,
You wouldn’t know where to start.
Varsha K
I wear makeup,

For the eyes
That witnessed a sleepless night.

For the face
Turned blue from your venomous bite.
I'll remember each word you uttered.
You have a certain magnetism
I can't define it
I see your north and it's pointing
at my direction

I have never been this close to
falling in and out of love
within days
my heart is a stranger

I write songs to lull me to sleep
I envy the words that keep me sane
Hearing your heart beating to my voice
was all I wanted
not until yesterday

I have never been this close to you
not until yesterday you are all I want
I have never been this close to
falling in and out of love
within days

my heart is a stranger
my head is in a daze
it's raining while you're away
it's raining every day
s v e n
Stay quiet.
So I can..
Think for
So I don't..
Need you
All the time.
I wonder what it feels like
To hold the world in your hands
And let it slip from your grasp

Suppose I'll never know
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.
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