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I’m constantly fronting
My mask is a smile
I push you away
And cry all the while.
Alternate version of “artofasmile”. They both feel good and even though they’re so similar, I wanted to post them both.
You casually tell me that I was just your puppet
but you don’t see the strings coming from your back.
Deadwood Jawn
All my interpersonal

                                      Leave me

                                                                 and needing.
Just having thoughts. Miss those late night conversations.
they warned me about you
and how toxic you are,
addictive, i didn’t care
you were mine i had you all to myself
but i spoke to soon as i realized
you were my drug and i soon
came to an overdose
Xaela San
I'm not "smart" like them.

I'm not "bright" as them.

I'm not "confident" like them.

I'm not "beautiful" as them.

I'm not "someone" like them.

Can you just accept that?

I don't like crying myself anymore

-Said myself in the mirror.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Carlos Iglesias
A winter sight I love
Purifies the world and makes me go blind
With each step I take
Relays the soaked, sinkhole mud to which is beneath me
I slip and fall
To be hit ******* the floor of spine shattering surface
And the sun disappears for another storm
Brooklyn Beverly
Warm dragons breath, breaths fire on my cheek
Statues of knights just beyond my reach
I soar the sky just to fight the urge to stay grounded
I drift I drag I draw
Closer to my prey
Blood pounds the eardrums
Nails dig deep into my palms
Sweat pours down like a waterfall
A scream fights to escape my lips
But the tears
The tears are always dry
And the pressure is building
When will it be too much?
When will it be too much?
mercy party
a husk
is all i am
and this hurts too much
to be a hologram
Merope Angel
You don’t care that I care
You don’t care that I love you
She speaks, and stars spill from her lips
She blinks, and flowers bloom on every eyelash
She laughs, and the sun slows it’s turning to hear it
The moon dips into the sea, aching to be closer
It is spring, and magic is waking to her touch
Jumping into puddles
And jumping into love
Both leave me so muddled
And I just can’t get enough

But mud belongs in puddles
And flower petals fall
This “he loves me, he loves me not”
Will surely end it all
Why me tonight?
Can I not be someone else?
I feel like me but if it is to be, then who?
I want you
You want me, I think
So let's be together
You and me.
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
i told you it was a level of buttercups

still is where the council have not cut.

now higher & here & there comes the



in colour with stature.

as i child i made tea with the seeds

& unable to drink for fear  changed

the idea to perfume.
Your mind is confined in cages built by your own insecurities.
Claire Fitzpatrick
Is it good or bad to bring this about?
To think about it,
Write about it,
Talk about it.

To play the game, 

Hear the fights,

Interact with the players,
Relive the dark, dark, nights.

I don’t know if it’s good or bad for me. 

My gut knows it's important to see.
Though it's not in the least bit fun —
My instinct says it needs to be done.

My sunken eyes may argue otherwise.
My sleep, too, has suffered.
Regardless, I am writing.
And to me, that at least is good.
soft as a butterfly
clenching me in rain
South by Southwest
So lost in affection
Sharp knife of dedication
Piercing the eye
of the blind mirror

Same wild wet on page
Jackrabbits hiding hedge
So you know your name . . .
just have to scream . . .

. . . oh , well , so well

Shock by electric imitation
emotions in simulation
Stab it in the eye
the blind mirror . . .

   . . . sunrise , coming . . .
the dew is forming
the blind bleeding
. . . black mirror . . .

so well , so well

blind mirror . . .
blind mirror . . .
blind mirror on the wall
can you touch me and pretend like the fat doesn't gather around my chest and hips? can you touch me like a boy would touch a boy?
can you hear me like it's a polite young man talking? can you hear the shrill, nasally drone and remember that it's supposed to be me?  
can you stop looking into my eyes? can you sew them shut? can you stop pretending to know all that I am?
can you come up behind me and smash my head in with a glass bottle?
I had coffee and a cigarette for breakfast
So yeah I'm doing fine
I've become good at taking weight off of other peoples shoulders
Searching for happiness in everything
Jason James
Birds of a feather
Bad weather

I peck off my foot
To get away from you,

And always.
she was wiser than most
and overly cautious at times
because of this.

her quiet observations
were the reasons
for her hesitations.

she kept her distance
with all but a few.

a few, who knew the woman
she really was.

the woman of fury and strength
that lived inside
her outwardly coy demenour.
Dr Peter Lim
What will I be
fed on today?
I like this uncertainty
as I make my way.
Peter Balkus
The sky
yells at me,
I don't yell at the sky.

I used to, a lot.
But at some point
I stopped.

I shut my mouth,
I wiped my tears,
I got up
from the ground,
from my knees,
I looked up
and smiled.

No more yelling,
no more yelling
at the sky.
she soaks herself in his hurt
and it d
     ­       s                

of him
ever so slowly,
infecting her.
all she wanted was for him to be
so he could live without pain
but now, she thinks
living is pain.
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.
see the sky
the moonlight on my eyes
our hands, intertwined
in this moment
we are infinite
got to eat them as they darken
reddened ruby to black constant opal
berries will rot quickly if you don’t
or they’ll taste real gooey and wierdy
if you let the drupelets’ colors get
unsynchronized like summer and fall

...why am i telling you this?
because i learned that the hard way
and the days go away in the gleam
heavy showers and peak-a-boo sun
the east barely bracing for the storm
and the sweetness decaying like the leaves
o this is so sad, alexa play despacito

Daily #3 baybeeeeee how tf does this website work
Kora Sani
i anchor
to the back
of your mind
you wish
me away
but here
i still linger
You tend to me
in a way
no one else has before,
letting me grow
Veda Laurenski
You are the sea.
You are cruel.
You are cold.
And I love you.
all my life
i've been preparing faces
to meet the faces that
i've met

the man who delivers newspapers
at our doorstep each morning

i've laughed at their silly jokes
as they tossed their heads from side to side
in naive stupidity and their sheer ignorance
a pompous lot, the human race i tell you

i've acknowledged their staunch morals
and tried to make them my own
as they scorned at the girl in a skimpy dress
and chewed on mutton bones gluttonously

all my life, i've been trying hard
to blend in
with people who've shown me
that i don't belong with them

and tonight when i shed gallons of tears
i have only my bed and pillow to share
i've learnt that my sadness
is my very own
just a sad girl writing to survive
the one with messy brown hair
brown eyes
with you birthmark over the left side of your face.
You who left me crying.
You who made me believe in love for the first time.
You who stole my first kiss
first time

with your straight blonde hair
blue eyes
and that stupid smirk
You who left me broken
You who showed me a new way of living
You who left me being second choice
second best

with your dark blonde hair
hazel eyes
you with your beautiful hands
You who left me angry
You who showed me a different way of love
You who went with me on my third concert
third love

with your curly brown hair
hazel eyes
with your cute braces you never liked
You who left me questioning
You who showed how hard love can be
You who decided I wasn´t worth it
You never happend
We never did.

with wavy dark brown hair
hazel eyes
with freckels on my face

I who loved everyone of you
but still couldnt forget you,
number two

I who loved everyone of you
but you left me wanting more,
number four

I who loved everyone of you
was being loved.
but not anymore.
Usally I write my poems on paper first, and then I will reread them and think about them, may make some changes and then upload them here. But in this very second I am just so full of emotion that I want to write and I want it to be honest so no rereading or correcting. Just me.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
tell me the truth. what makes you beautiful?
is it your hair?
how about your eyes?
maybe your thighs?
could it be your lips?
or could it be the way you dip?
i wonder, is it the way you lock hips?
or is it possible the way you smile?
whatever it is, you are beautiful, inside and out
you are your own galaxy
you are the beauty of today
poetry tells us the beauty of the world. but what about the beauty of the writer? what makes you beautiful?
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
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

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