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Mikayla Ratliff
I spend.
I drink.
I rationalize.
I think.
No filter.
I speak.
I leak.
Can’t stop.
I shop.
Β Β  Mentality.
No breaks.
Try to heal.
I ache.
For sanity.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Strive.
All is fine.
I wonder.
Stand up.
I pledge.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Not worth the fight.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Drained.
All praise.
The sad reality is
You’ll never be him.
The way he feels
The way he touches
The way he pauses
How he is obsessed with me.
The sad reality of it is
It will always be him.
the dirty poet
no motivation today
except the job must be done
so dive into the routine
follow the track
lock in the groove
overcome inertia
let it drag you through the day
He heared our song
Please forgive me
I couldn't stop it in time

He didnt even know
You were on my mind
But i could feel it

He even said that it was good
My heart broke into pieces

I didnt mean to share with him
A moment that was just ours
The stars stopped shining
I don't hear the birds anymore
The wolves no longer howl
I'm cold sitting here
your warmth has left me
my tears froze in time
my heart rots now
you left
not even
a goodbye
I kinda hate you now
but why do I miss you
After all this
I want to be done
done with these feelings
I want to hate you
but maybe I don't
at all
Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.
Erik Luo
Slow walking
in the street
with the rain
singing my praise

not for my joy
nor my sadness
but only to prove
my existence
Too sad to smile
Too happy to cry
Too old to live
Too young to die
β€œFalling in love” isΒ a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.
I can't seem to find
My lost peace of mind.
Now where was the last place I saw it?
I had it with you
When we were happy and true.
Is that where I left my contentment?
No wait, there it is
It was just covered up
Under this pile of resentment.
Scarlett Heks
Why do you do it?
So others will feel sorry for you?
You don’t want the attention
I don’t want others to know
I can handle it on my own
I’ve handled it just fine on my own
You are breaking
You are already broken
There is nothing wrong with me
I am normal
My brain is normal
My body is normal
No one is normal
You don’t need to convince yourself that you are
Normal does not exist
Nothing is wrong
Nothing is wrong
Nothing is WRONG

Where did you go?
I don’t know
What happened to the person everyone used to see?
I don’t know
I am not sure that person existed at all
What do you feel?
I feel nothing
I am fine
Are you really?

See me
Please see me
I need you  to see me
I can’t speak
I can’t wake up
I can’t say what I need to
See me
Please don’t be mad
See me
I’m so tired of fighting
See me
I want to stop
See me
Can I please stop
See me
Before it’s too late
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Shafira Azzahra
we're alike
that's why I'm scared that you'll turn out to be me
The night I hurt myself

No one knew

The room was full

But no one saw

I was right there

But also not there

No one knew

No one saw

More or less I bled in silence

In front of them

But in hiding

No one knew

No one saw

(Maybe no one really cared.)
Self harm, is a bad thing, for good people trying their best to survive.
Oh, not too bad
(I haven't slept)
Y'know, on and off
(I mean this week I haven't wept)
It used to be worse
(I'm not in despair)
I'm holding up
(I won't let myself go there).
Some days are hard
(I feel so drained)
I think everyone's struggling
(I've numbed the pain)
Yeah, I'm okay
(I can't keep pace)
Thanks, I'm alright
(I miss my okay place).
shianne rose
there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an β€œit”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home
Please stop the time dear
I wanna get off right here
Starry babes
Hidden beneath
The layers of cloth
Hidden beneath
your skin
and your tissue
and your bones
Is your heart
The one that belongs
To me
I've been trying to write a collection of romance poems! So enjoy!
πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšŒπšžπš›πšœπšŽ
𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ πš‘πšžπš–πšŠπš— πš–πš’πš—πš
π™Έπšœ πš’πšπšœ πšŠπš‹πš’πš•πš’πšπš’
𝚝𝚘 πšœπšπš›πš’πš™ 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒
πš˜πšŸπšŽπš› πšπš’πš–πšŽ
πšπš‘πš’πš—πšπšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš πš˜πš›πšπš•πšŽπšœπšœ πš‹πšŽπšŠπšžπšπš’
πš πš˜πš—πšπšŽπš› πšŠπš—πš 𝚊𝚠𝚎
πšƒπš˜ πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πšžπš—πšπšŠπš—πšŽ
i fell in love,
with the idea,
of you,
and not you.
they buried a poet
sprinkled his words over coffin
tossed a book into dirt alongside
and waited few decades
to have a leaf sprout
for winds to carry his lines
to one with open ears
another circle in a world of squares
have phrases strain down the cheeks
into ink smeared on paper

buried in a trashcan
in a diary
in a library
in dirt
everywhere really...
I trusted you
If anyone else did what you do
Not only would I erase them from my view
I'd undo any knot that tied us too
I gave you eons of loyalty
but I don't love you
not like I used to
I trusted you
not knowing the voodoo you'd do
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
Β Β Not a single!
ExclamationΒ mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
you remind me
of something
that never happened
i find it hard to open up to him which really ***** because it ends up hurting both of us
i’m alone,
craving his touch,
his breath on his lips
his fingers between mine.
and i realize, at most, that is a wish,
not a possibility.
β€œI am the best thing that ever
walked into your life.” I won’t
ever have to say that to her.
It’s like a Christmas present.
You don’t tell the girl you’re
giving it to what’s in the package.
She has to open it. She has to
tear off the paper and bow.
She will feel it the rest of her
life and cry tears of joy.

Kim Denise
It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
Life can be
Such a mess
So get out there
And do your best

You fell down
Well, get back up
I never meant
To be so rough

The world is fast
And it ain't fair
Love is hard
And it's cold out there

Life can be such a mess
It's up to you
To do your best...
I never asked to be born
In a world of dreamers,
are you awake or asleep?

In a realm of promises,
which do you keep?

In a land of tomorrows,
when does he beseech?

Within thoughts of conclusion,
does she retreat?

In the be all end all,
why does she screech.

I think we're all dead now,
we weep
Austin Reed
You’re a safe haven,
blessing me with great vastness,
I found myself
After many years
Trials and tribulations
Too many tears

Years went wasted
Feeling empty
Lost in despair
Nothing good could be

I lost it all
Nothing to do
In that barren moment
A light shined through
My life nearly gone
Yet I still stood
Was tragedy over
Leaving room for good

I’d been the victim
For far too long
Accepting the sentence
Of everything wrong
Yet in my darkness
The sun did rise
Realizing I’d lived
A series of lies

Carrying the mark
Of sins not mine
Knowing it was time
For the true me to shine
Destiny now in my hands
To shape and create
Shedding all judgment
Even if a bit late

I found myself
After many years
Now living fully
Nurturing my cares
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❀️
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

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
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
β€œI’m tired,”
β€œI’m a failure,”
β€œI’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
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.
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
β€œWe’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
you're so beautiful
and broken inside

didn't love almost
bring you to suicide?

because it wasn't real
did you really think they'd care?

he just wants to use you
he wants to **** the life out of you
emotionally torture me... and then leave me by myself...
its you

not them
you are missing

be aware
of all feeling
held to the image of another
in your mind

and know
its you not they

requires an adjustment
In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.
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