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don't leave me alone

even if I begged you so

trying so hard to let go

I'll hold on tighter

don't leave me alone

even if I said so

I'm desperately screaming inside my head

no I'm not okay

the voices say I'm a burden

so I shut my mouth and forget I'm broken

I can feel it

every inch of my skin

I'm sorry I can't say it

please just leave me alone
Luna Maria
the sun is shining
but the light
doesn't reach
my heart.
I used to be happy a lot
reigning cereal
you are the
shade of black
that i have ever
good night may never come
i'm awake and shaking
in the quiet of dark
my fragile heart is breaking
at the memory of us together
uncontrollably laughing
to a stranger's eyes
we might've seemed happy
but i know we were not
just a house of cards
a breeze of doubt came over us
and we blew right apart

i wish it was a good night
that sleep would silence my mind
but i don't wanna close my eyes
when i do the saga rewinds
I really like looking at you
Your face makes me
blushing and smiling like
a fool
Maybe I am a fool,
fool for you
Your eyes...
Oh my lord
Beautiful greeny colour of your eyes
makes me melted
and your stare kills me
Because it might never notice me
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
Careful with that gun
Careful with that spear
It will come back to take you
Then you will live in fear

Do unto others
As you want done to you
Obliterate and take their money?
Is that really what you want to do?

No empathy for the trigger happy
No rest for the corrupted
The thief takes his place
On the cross or behind iron gates

Indeed you will see heaven
As it’s whispered to you
A Great Lake of fire
A destiny of rebuke

He will rule this nation with A rod of Iron
Ensuring everyone is saved
Strict love and obedience
Now the narrow road is paved

You are on a wreckless suicidal path
Chasing after all flesh
It rots your mind and heart
When you covet cash

Drugs, women, fame to get higher
Are all a fools desire
Do what is right to each other
And fear the flames and fire 🔥
I despise weapons
Mike A Eyslee
On a broken hill,
A sad smile with two slit wrists,
Eats at his own flesh.
hopefully, this will put him to rest
Priya Patel
I accept, I'm in denial,
head over heels, madly in love
with living each day in the dark
The bite of truth is so much harder
then the occasional sudden bark
It's easier this way
It hurts less, makes the truth
seem so much less important;
until it's not
Denial felt safe
but never truly real,
and now the bite
I can finally feel;
the ripping of flesh
bit by bit with subtle nips
of truth
Dark was good, but grey ...
this frightens me
I have too many questions
that I'm too scared
to find answers to,
too many clues
that leaves me asking,
What do I do?
So yes, I'm living in no
Let fate question the answers ...

~ Priya 🕉️ Feb 19, 2020
Hiding from the truth makes being found, that much harder to accept.   Denial is just a temporary fix.
Milton Robertson
Mysterious but just and it's a must that you trust.
Incomprehensible, from everlasting to everlasting

Unchanged may even seem a bit strange. Pure,
although obscure but you will feel the allure if
through His Word you take a tour and He will
ensure that you'll endure.

For I've been shaken, awaken but never forsaken.
Can make you think you're in a maze. going around
and around, up down even sideways, it's just phase.

Still, I give Him all praise. He is... The Ancient Of Days.

Daniel 7:9
Vargov Saikia
neither a friend
nor an enemy;
we are two strangers
with some same set of memories.
For now we act like we don't know each other, strangers from then...
Love is love here
But in some parallel universe
Hate is love
For instance 2+1=3
And then 4-1=2+1
Similarly if
love is love here
And hate is also love there
Hate=love in some parallel universe
Love=love here
Then Hate is love
So maybe the answer is yeah
Hate is love
And love is hate
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement

Everything was
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
The voices say

Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Why won’t they stop

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
I don’t understand

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
All those days I wasted crying over you.
Reem Sabaa
Your eyes are like a garden of words.
A sea of mystery, a world I got lost in.

Your eyes are my escape from reality.
I need to know who do I write for.
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
Night Sky
I want to write you
I want to put your smile into epics
Your eyes into ballads
Your kisses into rhymes
I want your hands as a free verse
Your smell a pastoral poem
Every word you speak is like a love song
And I want it
“Tattooed on my soul”
I want to write everything about you
And fill a thousand books with you
My muse
My love
I want it to well up in my ink
To overflow
Spill off every page
Like I feel your love spill
Onto me
I want to write your every detail
As only a lovesick poet could
My boyfriend makes music, and one of my friends heard his song and said she wanted it "tattooed on her soul". I wrote this poem for him
thank you
for the
that no
are they**
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
Poverty breeds poetry.
Whit Howland
It's not you

or about a place

but more to do
with what exists

the structure
and can we trust
each other

until we earn
the right and the ticket
to ride

Whit Howland © 2020
Minimal word painting. Dimestore philosophy
like the beauty of the sunset,
your love leaves me
and in
Infamous one
Writing each line
Thoughts build up
Back of the mind
Each line filled
With a dying pen
Setting the mood
Searching within
Random memories
Come to mind
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
You don't know
why the dog is
afraid of you:
I do.
You don't like the fear? Do something about it.
sehnaz khan
Every story has
two sides
Therefore choose
Shi Em
but you see -
she has
a tendency
to be silent
when it gets
real loud
inside her head.
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
kailee cardinal
I'VE been crying

JUST quit hurting

TRIED to live on

TO you

FORGET the hurt

i've just tried to forget
I know I know I know
Human emotions are simply complex
I understand but can’t control them
Every second is different
I’m in the middle of polar opposite
thoughts and emotions
I’m happy
I want to be dead.
Bipolar milliseconds
are draining my core.
Ugo Victor
Dear HP,

This is not a poem
But a question
The answer to which
I do hope you have

Why does my lover claim to love me
But still looks for every opportunity
To let me go?

Is it that she loves me so much
But doesn't think she's worthy of me

Or she doesn't love me enough
To think I'm worthy of her?
I find beauty in dark places
Love in mysterious ways
Comfort in unbelievable happenings
I'm not weird
I just pay attention to things others neglect.
Life isn't worth living if it's viewed in one perspective
heart made of glass
my mind of stone -
a soul made of fire
eyes burn alone
raising my voice and
walls of fear
someday i'll make it
out of here -
Heavy Hearted
look like the flower
but be the serpent beneath
Teach for the hour
But speak only for minuets
Love for the Passion  
But subdue- to gain control.
Climb for the high
And always suffer as you plummet
Remember the happiness
And weep, when you feel its echo

A unique love owns
Both me and my Father (and brother)
As it's special homes
Found within one another
So be what you are.. dare and think and move free
But humor always
the lover
your dad raised you to be.
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
its about life
to learn
and i dont need your warmth
i can stay cold
or burn
and i already have my fur
its rough
it wasnt made for your love
which is nothing
but hurt
it be good enough for me
to die alone.
with snow covered bones
Ryan Joseph
She was like a black rose,
such a beauty in a sadness.
by: S.M. Pastore
i dreamt of you once again-
i wish i had not woken up.
Azumi Rabulan
I found you

when I wasn't even looking

You left me

When I wasn't even asking
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