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She drew happy faces all over my arms.
She drew smiley faces over my scars.
She showed me with ink and blue marks,
the answer is a pen, not a blade to make art.
based on what happened today.
this really did make me happy,
I love you, hannah **
time is taken for granted,
until it is gone;
however, once i stop,
time continues to count on.

when i cease to exist,
it'll all stay the same;
what's the point of going on
when i can make no change?
AJHSDJ??? woah raz, thats DARK???? who are u??? raz?? the EDGELORD???
If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
Is off-brand raisin bran
Is how you say school is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die

Is packed to the brim with
Hidden implications
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong

Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"

They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
It's indifference
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
Than "Okay"
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Stung less
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
You responded
Akshi Hargoon
You are the best version of yourself
Perfectly beautiful with your scars
Accept who you are
A priceless treasure
A masterpiece by far
So busy i forget what i feel.
sandra wyllie
I Could Tell You a Story

that would fill your eyes with
condensation. You would drop
your head. Your chin sitting on your neck,
almost a bow of respect for what I went
But I wouldn’t do that to you.

I could tell you a story
that would have your fingers scrunched
tightly in a ball, with your nails digging
themselves in your palm. That would have your
hair stand to attention on your arm.
But I wouldn’t do that to you.

I could tell you a story
that would make you think about people
you thought you knew. That would have your head
going around in circles. That would leave you
shaking and perspiring as if you had the flu. I would
even include me in the story.
But I wouldn’t do that to you.
You still talk in riddles;
They are old and mouldy.
Your laughter and tears
Have not refreshed them.
They make our lives
More complicated,
They are a ruse.
Do not make me infer
The impossible
To solve them
And lose everything that exists.
Do not irritate me.
Betthia Mae
I ended things because I care about you.
Merope Angel
My body aches
My mind awake
My heart saddened
My soul stained
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Jordan Herzog
I didn't notice that you were abusing me until I left you.

I didn't notice that you thought I was so weak until i left you.

I didn't notice that I was hurting myself, because I loved you until I left you.

I didn't notice that you didn't love me until I left you.

I didn't notice that I was so blind... Until I left you.

The wrong love will leave you blind.

The right love will make you see new things.
Lost in a strange dream
What does it mean?
Just wanted to snuggle,
under my comforter,
and escape from everyone
Only when I fall asleep
and begin to dream,
There's so many strangers
and they seem to be
everywhere I go,
Our world population is growing super fast
- world population clock
Hellish Crusade
My mother told me all humans were angels. And that scared me. I would ask her: where did their wings go? And she would answer: since birth, our feathers fell one by one from the humanity that was seeping into our bones. I would be sad and she would smile kindly telling me not to worry. We angels were not as bad as they seemed. But what worried me as I grew older was a fear I could’t shake off. We were meant to roam this earth for our match made in heaven. But the thing that terrifies me was that I was left wondering how this angel would break my heart because even if angels were not bad, the world we were placed in was.
Makayla Jane
I'm here;
I love you

I don't care
If you need to stay up
Crying all night long
I will stay with you

There's nothing you can
Ever do to lose my love
Feel free to share revision ideas :)
Car Allen Defelice
I stand alone with my shadow,
Developing larger on the floor.
Voices are heightened in these loosened hours,
I can feel my failures outside my door.
For is it fair to live in fear,
Consistently dreading numbed durations?
I still sense the pain of things that won't adhere,
And uneasy twinges of deserted sensations.
My apathy is back and it has worsened,
My eyes have widened because I know what comes next.
The flood of my trauma ends lack of emotion,
drowning me, sending me straight to my death-
I have felt apathy my whole life

I feel so much I push it out of my head so I don't die.
I feel too much and itsit's horrible.
I feel numbed most days now to try and deal with it
There's a hole in my heart

A void in my mind

A deep desire for nothing but want

A need for something like fun

Adventure and thrills

Seekers and pills

Falling into a blackness

So dark I'm turning blue

Such stark it's only true

Helpless and innocent

Forgiving and iridescent

I bond with strangers

Act bold, I'm not the tamest

I am stuck, so stuck

I don't know how to get out of here

This place, this room, this hide

This mask, this facade,

This glass, this wall, this broken bridge

It is all burning up into flames

Watch it, sink

Down it goes deep into

Black Waters

- soulwriterj
Written in a state of fragility and lostness.
IG: @soulwriterj
Caleb John
The Devil tried to tempt me

He tried to get me to destroy a beautiful friendship

He wanted me to break her heart

He wanted to ******* my spirit

But I stand on the Rock of Christ

I will stand for her

And I will fight for the blessings God gave me

My life is my God's

And he won my heart

So the devil can pack his bags and run

He's not welcome here
Caitlyn Fletcher
No amount of time would ever be enough with you
Kirsty Mycoe
As you lay floating in the depths of the ocean
Is it entrapment of the unknown that freezes you still
Or the bewildering sense of absolute freedom?

The calm of this cruel tempting mistress
Clouds all your judgements
Am i lost or free?

Searching for answers to inexplicable plights
Plagues your desires
To break the surface

The sunset reflects against the open abyss
As the day draws in
The light in the distance summons you
Masha Yurkevich
Who finds a
true friend
finds a
true treasure.
Ian Robinson
Tragedy isn't even very tragic anymore
another 6 word poem
Wala nang lumalabas na salita
Di na ako makagawa ng tula
Pinipilit basahin ang sarili
Ngunit walang tugmang mapili

Alam kong dapat walang ganito
Pagpiga ng damdamin para sayo
Diba dapat natural lang daw
At hindi magtutunog mababaw

Pero mahal bakit ganito
Bakit biglaan na lang huminto
Dahil ba nabasag ang ideyalismo
Mga makalumang aspirasyon ko

Pero mahal wag kang mag-alala
Mabubuo ko tong aking talata
Katulad ng Pag-ibig ko sayo
Gumulo lang isip hindi ang puso

Di ito hihinto tumibok para sayo
Nandito lang ako lagi para sayo
Ako nang sasalo sayo mahal
Pipiliting maging sagot sayong dasal

Mamahalin kita ng buong buo
Hinding hindi magkukulang sayo
Kaya tatapusin ko tong sulat ko
Pero hinding hindi ang pagmamahal sayo
Daniel Ruiz
I'm here sitting
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.
Talis Ren
In a room full of cowards
You still had the gall
To eat the heart of a snake
And dress like one too
"you're quieter than usual lately."
"there's nothing to say."
elle jaxsun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
Samantha Nguyen
you are a box
that i open.
a gift
that i receive.
and it's all mine.
          (...i think...)
i can put more love into the box
and let things pile up inside.
i can bury all my pain inside
and all my fears will be hidden.
          (...but they won't go away...)
one day we won't like each other anymore.
we'll have to move on.
that means taking back everything that's mine.
but all the pain and sadness
can't be given back.
i have made use of it
and it's now mine.
this poem was written in october
Jessica LeVario
On my wrist
Sits a rubber band.
Is it random
Or was it planned?
I want to cut
My skin so deep.
My flesh is scarred,
Secrets I keep.
I snap this little band
To feel again.
Marks on my skin;
Happiness I feign.
On my wrist
Sits a rubber band.
Inflicting pain;
You wouldn't understand.
I promised I wouldn't cut, but I didn't promise to stop my self harm.
I wonder about this a lot.

what if we met a month later?
what if you were ready?
what if something else hadn't just ended?

what if
what if
what if

I guess what they say is true. . .

timing really is everything.
constricted by an ophidian
i slither away, just to live
is this where new life begins?
is this where i shed my skin?

bitten by fangs of chagrin
where to win is to never forgive
hiss with this abyss within
i'm living in a pit of sin

with my vision wearing thin
venom is a gift to give
i slip beneath the rocks again
this is where i shed my skin
I am happy to say that a musical artist has featured my poem at the beginning of their video. I had pretty much given up on writing, and she breathed new life into me. Her name is Razakel and she is also a poet. She is breaking through, and considered by many as the queen of her genre. Watch the video and give us some love. She has a cool sound, and is better than most modern music. I now love this website. (i still hate most poetry) I never got much support at this site, so do not let that bring you down. They pay for popularity here and it is all an illusion. This will be ignored because poets are a jealous and envious bunch. You don't need their approval. All you need is to show your own voice and the will to stand alone...then you will find true hearts. I hope this inspires you to keep writing and never compromise. Also, never take advice from anyone. lol
Yo me tomo la vida
en el ahora.

El tiempo es solo
mi forma de contempla.
pues cuando un rayo nos borre.

No habrá quien contemple al dios tiempo
I am in love
Head over heels
A thunderstorm of flutters in my heart
But I will put you,
For if I live my life by the way of God
Everything else will fall into place
All I need is to have a little faith
Colin Mehalek
I love
I feel
I think
I am

I don’t cry,
I will not die.
My heart can get shattered to pieces,
I will still wake up tomorrow.
Shoot me with an arrow,
Write me a poem.
I will be hurt,
Pointy pointy arrow
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.

Now read from bottom to top.
It takes a year,
for the pain to leave my veins,
for the memories of you to fade,
for the cuts in my soul to heal,
for rhythm of my heart to change when I’m around you,
to forget your touch on my mind,
to forgive the universe for meeting you,
to live life like you and me had never happened.
Peter Balkus
When you're in love,
it never ends.
It always stays
until the end,
which never comes.
Timur Shamatov
Angel grabbing, pulling at my soul
Yet, unbeknownst to her, I sold it years ago
With everything I say and
With everything I do
I try to be so right but
All I want to do is wrong
Slowly evanescing into flames of red
Into misty, hazy shades of blue
Descending into ****
Forbidden from ascending into bliss
Cause why would I want to go up to Heaven
When everyone I know is going down to Devil’s Paradise
Path Humble
the count starts now (tired of tired)

I read your outcry at 3:00am
posted on Facebook

you are
tired of tired
sick of sick
the only question, will it ever end...

rise this day,  start another way...

count your blessing
count against all odds
for there are more than merely one

use both hands
both hands chested to feel the heart thrusting,
for living is a wondrous blessing unique
an unbelievable to believe than so many beats,
born and borne,
by you, a strength unequaled,
you a richness possessed

count that one first.
count my hands holding your shoulders.
count that as two, one for me, one for you.

more? more.  

mirror.  find the tiny light in each eye against a yellow backdrop.

add two more. for they are a sparking confidence of confirming.

you felt the heart thrumming
go back, feel the breathing warmth breaching forth.
add another. for now known you can never ever be cold.

wash the face, wash away the caution that sleep leaves,
the coverlet of fear that fears you not to dare,
amazing that tap water plain is sacred when it
miracle breaks you out and anoints thy forehead with pure oil like the kings of yore, be a kingly human being.

go out. do not return
until one act of kind is performed and
count that as a thousand blessed, a sum recurring recounted

walk humble and the path will always appear.
walk contented for you can be both king and servant,
there is no difference - you must be both to be the other

and if you still cannot raise the head,
call me.
that would be a blessing for me
and I will hear your blessings sounds mine merge,
dear friend and no more stranger,
that is the simplest definition of our learning to count to
4:00am I read your cry on facebook
Shauna Bennett
I say the words,
You look away.
I say the words,
You look down.
I say the words,
You don’t listen.
I say the words,
You cry.
I say the words,
You beg for me to stop.

I say the words,
I want to break up.
You say no.
you’ll never know //
i felt this way about you

you’ll never know //
i saw you in my dreams

you’ll never know //
all i ever wanted
was for you to be with me
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