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 585° 
Cox
I am the sun.
I rise, and I fall into a sunset.
I circle the world, only to return back to you.
 279° 
Haadiya Sunasara
You loved me,Unconditionally,
And I broke you
I Shattered you into pieces
All because of my selfishness
All because I couldn't break through my selfishness and love you back
I broke you
Yet....
U still love me
 240° 
Kirsten Claire
A stolen shirt returned to your bed
Or a text message still left on read

Yelling goodbye from an arched doorway
Or sending gifts although far away

A hushed "I love you" gone all too soon
Or taking hate outside the bedroom

Little efforts
Often broken
Whispered
And a little bit messy
But efforts nonetheless


8/11/2020
 233° 
Lane O
I love you
not just three words
that float from my tongue
to your delicate ear
do not cast them aside
they are not mundane
nor spoken in vain
they reflect your perfection
your beauty, my world
bask in them
feel their radiance
like warm fire
n
 201° 
kaehaniya
that isn’t what i meant to say
that isn’t what i’d do,
but what i really should’ve,
i haven’t but a clue.
8/10/2020
 175° 
21st Century
God knows our weakness, and He choose to understand it.
 150° 
Giuliana Modugno
Utterly broken—
J2020
I don’t want to do this without you
 142° 
Patty P
In between drinks he whispered,
“I just know, if you’re ever going to leave me, look me in the eyes and  just rip my heart out.” You said to me with your whiskey flavored breath.
-Close encounters
 128° 
rohayani
is wondering how the world works
does not know what to do
is abandoned in the universe full of meaningless
blames herself
is beautiful
A beautiful, frightened mess
is desperately searching for love and a purpose in life
we are all in this together. I don't know what I am saying though
 115° 
Boris-Bryce
If I meant the slightest bit to you, you wouldn't let me let you go.
 111° 
avyukta
the day a poet  
falls in love with you
is the day
you know you will live
forever
not in life
but in the love
that your poet
could never seem to
grant
themselves
but will
give you
all of

Cry me a rainbow river

Set aflame by red neon lights

As I walk past the dark houses of lonesome town

I miss the illumination of your smile.
 83° 
Paras Sharma
Power of positivity
The power of positive thinking is positively perfect,
When things start to succeed and everything is successful ,
When you have belief and you believe it will happen ,
And you’re sure it surely will!
I didn't know what hit me
A roller coaster ride of emotions
One day I'm happy
Next, I'm tired

I didn't know what hit me
Your love so overwhelming
You caught me off-guard
A love so ecstatic
A love so pure
A love so beautiful
And I can't take it all in

I'm unlovable
Can't even take hugs seriously
Can't even make my own cup of coffee
Can't even make my brain be happy

But you taught me how to
You taught me all the things I can't even teach myself
You made me do all the things I won't even try
You even made me love myself.

But you were never mine
Never mine to begin with
Never mine to end this
 60° 
Silver heart
F is for faking a smile
I is for so many insecurities
N is for never happy
E is for everything hurt
People say I’m lying when I say I’m fine but I’m just telling them in a way they can’t understand
 54° 
bianca
you
only rose quartz keeps us connected
dreaming of you...
 54° 
Nimisha Rana
I saw you standing there
I know you cannot bear
With weary eyes and skin so dry
You looked down wanting to cry

You want to hide in unknown places
Kept running away from your fears
Covering up your ears
To the words you don't want to hear

Storming days suddenly passed
You didn't moved until the sunlight flashed
You looked up and surveyed the sky
Finally found a reason to smile
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 53° 
LJ
ever feel so lost
you didn't even see the arrows
that's right in front of you
I'm literally in this state where I don't know what I need to do and what I wanna do. I'm internally screaming for help, trying to ask anyone who can help me. But, at the end of the day, it's really me who can help me, you know?
 53° 
John MacAyeal
In and out of a
Patch of sunlight dragonflies
Flit, backs emblazoned
 49° 
Rushil
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.
 45° 
Nimisha Rana
Stories are made to taught us lessons,
And our Life Is a story,
that made up of  emotion's,
that's never ends...
Emotions hold us...  And this is how made our neverendingstories..... ♥
 42° 
Tenant
Addiction
consecrated fiction
Blinded in an Odyssey of fog
The dullist mist
Raptured lyricism
A perpetual state external mysticism
 42° 
Desire
you,
and me,
we are,
unified souls,
simply, united,
an unbreakable set,
underway, sailing,
like ship and sea,
this two-way street,
you,
and me,
we are,
us. [one].
XVI. Committed
My skin is plastic. My veins are rubber.
I might melt in the boiling summer heat.
Each day I grow weaker. I'm closer to corpse.
Let's move to the desert where death looms
in shower stalls with scorpions and coiled
snakes in rare shade just waiting for us.
 39° 
Lure Pot
Let the rain fall down today
My mind is asking for it
I won't do anything today
Drip the raindrops, drip it!

I will be walking alone in the wet grove
But if I see someone there in the rain
Then I'll stop walking on the narrow path
and I'll take a look at her,
If she blushes at me then I'll smile too!

I will sing the song along with
the wet leaves of the green forest.
The smile blooms on my face
when those leaves will be shy
And I'll enjoy them in the raindrops!

Today has no bindings
to walk in this rainforest
Here I don't want any company
These long trees will be my friends.
Today I am the king of this green forest!
BE
 36° 
Jacqueline O
The Moon
       The Moon

Your eyes are pretty

The Moon
       The Stars
               Your Eyes

The Moon
        The Moon
 36° 
Chris Saitta
Snow brings to earth the ash footsteps of Titans,
Winter in its giant vacancy of bygone strides,
The overthrown birth of frost mother and sky,
~The snow proselytizes all our warm tomorrows~
But the totality of loss lies like a starved lion,
Paws crossed, staring at the cold changeling-world,
As a young white-tailed Springbok ages into distance.
A Springbok is a white-tailed antelope found in Africa.
 34° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
 32° 
Maria Hernandez
I don't think
I am capable
of breaking someone's
heart,

because I know
too well
what it is like
to have one.
 31° 
Lynne Podrat
Today I tried to run away
I did not have success,
The road was long,
The day too hot,
I fear I look a mess.
My long hair quite in disarray
My clothing, loose and free
People cry and point and try
to run away from me.
 31° 
Jo Barber
Wind throws itself through my clothes,
tossing my hair and cooling the sweat of the climb
from my burning, beating body.
I am here. I am where I need to be -
high above the crowds and the clouds,
alone and utterly free.
There is much to see
but little to do,
and earthly troubles melt away
amidst these towering peaks.

It is mine, I declare.
But no, only here in the mountains
do you finally realize
that nothing belongs to you.
 30° 
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 29° 
Bree
I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
and we
won't just
  survive
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                         feeling
                              alive
                                   and my
                                        puppy-
                                               eyed
                                                     lover
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free
 29° 
Surkhab kaur
It feels heavy all the time
As if rather than carrying an *****
She is carrying a stone within the ribs.
Somedays she is just tired...
 29° 
Ugo Victor
On some days
You make me
Regret
Ever loving you

Yet,
Every other day
It becomes clearer
That losing you
Would be my biggest
Regret

I know which one
I can live with
 29° 
Fahad
They are mineral ...

Smaller than dots ...

Heavy like hills ...

Faster than light ...

Harder as rocks ...

Powerful ...

more than the Sun ...

Babes’ gun ...

Gender son ...

Playing the fun ...

I am done ...

With no one ...

Able to catch them

But ...

Noise that **** the ears ...

No tears ...

Only with ...

The bullets
 28° 
Emily
Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my body’s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppin’ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess I’m not ready
Because I can’t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life I’ve lived
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