It feels like my wrists are burning Blood is dripping down my arms My head keeps screaming I shouldn't of self-harmed. My mom is going to be mad. She's going to hit me again. Give me another bruise. Now my scars have some friends. Just wash off the blood. Dry off with the towel. Wrap up your arms. Go back to your personal bubble. Isolate yourself for another week little girl. Take you medicine. And jump off the hill.
I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
They said, "The most beautiful art is looking into someone's eyes when they talk about the things they love." And I said, "Or looking at someone you love. Or maybe, just maybe, by looking at the mirror is the most beautiful art anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
The way you stand The way you sit The way you secretly laugh for a bit You’ve been hurt You’ve been broken And yet your heart is wide open You think no one sees You think no one cares But that is really just not fair Because I see Because I do My heart is filled by just looking at you
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 Not a single! Exclamation 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 .
Hay No matter who you are You have my deepest respect!
Vanity 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
I fell in love with your stories I fell in love with your pain I fell in love with your diaries I fell in love with your brain I fell in love with your sorrow I fell in love with your darkness I fell in love with your desire for no tomorrow I fell in love with your sharpness I fell in love with your mind I fell in love with your blues I fell in love with your rhymes I fell in love with you
Hello friend, take me once a day, And I will keep good health away, You will find me so very good, So make me your favourite food; A drug addict you I will make, For me it’s just a piece of cake, You’re so naive you just can’t see, I am your deadly enemy.
Drug taking is and has always been one of society's major sickness. Stay wise and stay healthy. Flush drugs down the drain!!
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.
i still do not know the poem i've been trying to write and maybe that's because i haven't been writing one at all or maybe it's because the poem i've been trying to write is not ready for paper and maybe i'm the paper that's not ready for it
Writing words in his skin, A young boy looks in the mirror. He can no longer cry... His chest rises and falls Until it rises but falls no longer. Never flat enough, he screams, Slashing his wrists to prove he bleeds. He wants to live... but can't Seem to escape fate. He was born wrong. He doesn't look the way he wants. He isn't right. Broken.
I am what they call an imbecile I am what they think is ugly I am what my parents think of me-a burden and problem I am someone everyone hates I am lonely I am grateful that not many others feel or have a life this way I am living a life in-between the underworld and overworld I am the one who cries 5-10 times a day I am typing on this because I have to have a laptop I am also typing on this because it is expressive I AM TELLING YOU YOUR LIFE IS BETTER THEN MINE!!!
I know the combination to time. the circle turns And the hands they wind! The circle spins so fast You can't see it Move. Giveing the illusion that The hands are keeping the time For you and I. The time is in me and you, If you look at your hands You'll know what to do!🤔🙄😏