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 1734° 
Isaac
shatter your heart first
so it won’t be broken

trade your soul first
so it won’t get stolen

take your life first
so it won’t get ruined
Humans are weird.
 301° 
yourfavoritewriter
"winter is coming" they said.
"agree" i replied, 'cause i started overthinking about relationships with my friends and understood that i have not lots of friends to trust that i used to believe and it's fine. it's better to live when scales are fallen from the eyes.
 226° 
Anais
Writing is
my escapism,
It's as if
I was a director
in a movie,
creating stories
with the flick of
a finger,
changing meaning
and stirring
emotions into
a beautiful mess
of felt daydreams
Erasing mistakes in
a matter of seconds,
feeling the
sense of mixed relief
and inspiration.

...But I can't live in
my stories.
Because alas,
everything in life
never lives up to
my expectations.
 210° 
Saïda Boūzazy
Sad, life is bad
Someone shoot me on the head
Dead, life is about to  end
Sad, we are all dead
Sad, depression is living in my head
Sad, I'm nothing but dead
#life #depression #sad
 204° 
Abigail McAden
You think I'm isolated and alone.
Weak.
But I'm gathering my people.
They built me up, and stand beside me.
Arms linked, so you cannot knock me down.
 190° 
Sputter Outlaw
My morning ritual complete.

Say a prayer.

Primed and ready to eat.

Slow down, chum

Else you feel down cast.

Slower. Slower.

Don't look so glum.

Or else breakfast

Will be consumed too fast.

And mireth the day

Yet not complete.
 161° 
ok okay
Global warming
Mortar shells
Endless burning
Lovely hell

Death and chaos
Wrists and knives
Blood drips slow
A toxic waste of life

Nightmare days
Dreams to escape
Lucid heartbreak
Just go away

Masks we wear
A size to fit all
'Everything is okay'
That is what we say
 157° 
Connor Payne
I’ll stop you right there
I’ve heard quite enough
I don’t like people who act all big and tough,
Because I know deep down you resent yourself and I can see why
If I was born and looked like you I’d surely just cry,
For the rest of my life

Or I’d do us all a favour and jump of a bridge,
You’re a heart attack waiting to happen,
You’ve eaten half the fridge
I detest
And despise
And I cover my eyes, to shield myself away from you and society why do you all behave this way
I’m not angry I’m dissappointed
Because this all could be avoided
If the world just listened to me, we would not have this problem
And as one dying planet we would live our last days in solemn
Each
Day
I
Pray
To slay
My depression.
Never been a quitter,
But I’d like to quit this obsession.
This obsession with my sadness.
And with my social status.
It’s like I fetishize the madness
Endlessly raging
Inside of my soul.
And I swear I don’t have
A place to just go
And lay low
For a while.

A place where I don’t
Have
To
Fake
A
Smile.
 136° 
Wayne H Colegate
I wonder at the depth of the soul and does it ever end
is it like a card you buy but then you never send?
Does it just sit in there hidden and waiting to fly
or is it sitting in there simply waiting to die?
It is a puzzle for all who believe they have one
but better to wonder each day then have none.
copyright....WHC..2019
 116° 
Micah Gerdes
I am tongue-tied
And I hesitate
To ask you
What I need of you

I was a tad hurt before
That is true
But I don't see pain in you
I see a brightness

I want to take the leap
 92° 
Jeffrey Robinson
I love you 
          
          I love you 
  
                     I love you 
  
                                  I love you 
  
  
  
FLATLINE..........
 85° 
idiot poopoohead
yesterday didn’t even ****.
it just wasn’t as good as today.
 78° 
unnamed
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I sink my teeth
Into cotton candy clouds
Lick the sweet crystals of sunset
Off my fingertips

Lips dusted with light
I savor this day
 69° 
Adrasteia
Revealing myself
To people who can’t appreciate
My deepest parts
 66° 
James Daniel
To look with eyes that don’t judge
But Love
I’m on it like crime
I check it every time
 64° 
saint
remember to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
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compare yourself
 63° 
Yz Doo
Lies and lips that hush in the night
Secret whispers dance through the forest
Unleashed and trapped
barefoot in the soft trimmed grass
She is simply a
Serpent Sweeping up my pieces
 58° 
Bummer
I would die for you even if I didn't have to

With red rivers on my wrists
 56° 
sunshine
if feeling could write,

if emotions could paint,

we'd all be drowning

in acrylic and ink
not that you'd
ever read this but
I hope you do


xoxo
-sunshine
 52° 
WildFire
Let me go, like letting the ribbon slip through your fingers, watching your balloon dance in the breeze before disappearing into the clouds.
 51° 
Ariana Bagley
In her pretty brown eyes
You could see it
Even with that dainty smile
Her happiness
Vanished
She saw
The disgust
As she looked in the mirror
The hatred
Took over
Her self-love
The pain
Changed
Her mindset
Now
She had sleepless nights full of hopes and dreams
Where
Her tear stained cheeks hit the pillow
She was troubled
Her only wish
Was
Becoming an aura that made people think of the color yellow
She remembers when
If anyone asked
She would’ve said
“I’m used to it.”

Now read from bottom to top.
October 29, 2019 (9:47 PM)
 51° 
Sassy
It's morning and I'm tired
It's morning, my bed is like a warm fire
It's morning I don't want to cook
It's morning oh mummy look!
It's morning the day has just begun
It's morning all the robins sung
It's morning there's no time to miss you
I'm mourning and your future's history
 50° 
Aaditya
I shall flower, but I ain't alive,
I shall rouse, but I won't revive.
Eons pass and I'll not change,
color me please,
red, yellow, or even orange.
Fill me please,
with the colours of life.
I wish to bloom,
rid me this gloom.
 49° 
Dr Baljit Singh
I felt the feeling
That I’m closing the doors
But don’t take me wrong
A formatted poem is superficial

Nicer is
Surely nice
My wisdom little
Yours; bigger than the scope

You know all my means
The way I create my barriers
If I slip doing the wrong
My slip will be remembered always

Tears in my eyes closing the doors

Dr Baljit Singh
Wednesday 20 November 2019
Cold
Knee deep in icy waters
Shivering
But surrounded by fire
Screaming
No way to help
Running
But no way out
 48° 
Traveler
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!
Explanation 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
I love you all!!

Welcome aboard newbies!!!

Who said explanation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!

Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
 47° 
kate
What a rotten time to fall in love.
When I'm on the brink of tragedy,
On the edge of something so insurmountable that
I can't even contain it in both outstretched, weak, aching arms.
When I'm so close to the capstone of calamity that I can taste
The wreck on my tongue as it rains down my face.
I'm a goner.
The cataclysm that all good poetry is known for-
I am drowning on the words before they reach you-
I asphyxiate on the dark after you fall asleep.
Steady, lulled into a composition of notes and gasps.
I wonder if you know what I'm thinking about
When you wrap your hand around my throat.
I want to be the kind of person that your love deserves.
I just want to be the kind of person who isn't dripping with
Grief.
I'll find a sermon in every word you speak,
I'll chant it like prayer,
With my hands clasped to my chest in some
Frenzied, violent attempt to swear to God.
There is no reply.
Just your hand on my skin-
Less like touch and more like collision.
Please, stay. I'm begging now. I'm on my knees.
How do I look?
Do I look as pathetic as I feel?
I sink into the sadness but you're still holding my hand.
I don't speak, I overflow.
I don't love, I anesthetize.
I am destroying myself and you won't turn your head away.
Like a car crash. Like a collision. Like your hand around my throat.
I am paralyzed with a fear that God can't hear me.
"I love you" and I suffocate on the silence.
"I love you" and I choke on the apology that follows.
"I love you" and I am so sorry.
“I love you, too.” and I take my first breath.
ouch this is a really good depiction of how I feel right now and reading it hurts.
 44° 
yasmin
Life is the
ripples we create
by skipping stones
in the sea.

Some of us
are still searching
for that
perfect stone.

While others
have found ways
to perfect even the
roughest of stones.
 42° 
Yindrachapa
When motionless
it sounds like an old German train.
On the run
It s some Disneyland adventure ride.
At times
it s climbing mountain Everest
Stationed Burnt Bodies are the
signs of its inescapably...
It s just
 41° 
Kafka Joint
Once upon a time
Everything was fine,
Once upon a time,
Once upon a time.
 41° 
Hailey Philpot
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm empty
Because I don't have you.
 41° 
Samantha
There were times when it was all too much
the smell of fresh linen, whiskey and smoke
I wanted to bury my face in it
and run from it
all at the same time
 41° 
Steve
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
 39° 
Robert D
I pretend to laugh
Even when I want to cry
I pretend to live
Even when I want to die

I pretend that I'm in control
Even when I'm not
I pretend to move forward
Even when I know I've stopped

I pretend to believe there's hope
Even when I'm not so sure
I pretend that the medicine is helping
Even when I know there is no cure

I pretend that I'm getting better
Even when I know its not true
I pretend that isn't real
Even when I know that I do
 39° 
Blckstr
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.
 39° 
Stained Glass
have...you ever been in one of those moods where you don't really know whats wrong but you feel really irritated with everyone and everything?!
 38° 
AvaGrace
i don't know what's worse
seeing you and feeling the air being ripped out of my chest
sensibility blowing away like petals in the wind
or seeing your face and feeling nothing
absolutely nothing at all
 38° 
BJ Donovan
I'm old enough to be my grandpa
  who was thrown in his grave years
  ago when I was 13. I'm gray haired
  and wrinkled with laughter etched
  in my face with no lips to speak of.
  Teeth aren't white but they're mine.
  I'm better in some light than others.
  I'm probably best naked in the dark.
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