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 551° 
Dave Legalisa

My serotonin
keeps producing
chemicals mixed
with your name.
I can't stop
thinking
about you
since nine a.m.

I wrote this poem last night. Really, I can't stop thinking about him. and idk if my i'm in love.
 453° 
anna blare

I ask the doctor
Voice filled with dread
“How long will it be until i am dead?”
The doctor smiles,
warm like the sun.
“You will live!”
“Your more lucky then some”
The wants to cry,
It was so strong.
I know he won’t understand,
So i don’t tell the doctor.
That the words he just spoke,
Were worse than any death sentence.
I should be grateful,
I should be filled with joy!
So then why do i Feel so void?

 451° 
gray rain

I'm over it I guess I could say
take her back
forgive her

It's been a week of haunted nights
take her back
Forgive her

You can't trust anyone else
take her back
Forgive her

You can't trust anyone

 450° 
Jennifer Weiss

I made an idol out of love.
Romanticized
Theorized
But never came out above.
The tumultuous sea
of emotions in me
that waged war
on your shores
Beat continuously against you,
the beach.

I thought that's what love was.
Passion.
Fire.
Dancing.
Idols.

I burnt out bright
smoldering ash in the night.
And when I cooled,
realized I was fooled.
Because the only true love there is,
is Light.

 324° 
Seanathon

Orion stirs my soul to write
To look into the eyes of the sky and see
To hear the distant howling moon
To reach beyond the silhouetted trees
Until I stand above all this
On either side of the pinnacle roof
Oh yes, like you
I've climbed my whole life to reach this height
To stare back into the stars anew
How you look at him, would look at me?
Orion in the sky so high
Though no man is a burning star
But a constellation
For he is connected to the flickering flame
Which burns for you

Endlessly...
With perception ever turning through

O-Ri-ooonnn!
 323° 
Bill

Trusted sharing thoughts,
So soon can turn to silence,
When trust is broken

 277° 
Raven Yamamoto

the taste of nicotine, infecting the young
the deep breath in, corroding my lungs
the squelch of a flame beneath my boot
the extinguished warmth between me and you.

inhale quick, forget as i try
leaving room for sickness to grow

blaming the numbness on the high
i still feel nothing when i'm low.

 251° 
Jessy

I am scared of taking a bath
Because I’m afraid I will slip under
And drown myself

I am scared of driving a car
Because I’m afraid I will veer off the road
And crash at full force

I am scared of cooking with a knife
Because I’m afraid I will lose control
And slice it across my wrist

I am scared of taking pills when I’m sick
Because I’m afraid I will get tempted
And swallow the whole bottle

I am scared of being near a gun
Because I’m afraid I will point it to my head
And fire it through my brain

I am scared of everyday things
And afraid of trusting myself

I am scared of the world
And afraid I can’t take it any longer

I am scared of myself
And afraid of what I will do

 240° 
Nuna

Ever since you left
I've been getting more calls from people asking about you and everytime I had to explain that you're no longer here.
They never understood, they thought you were perfect.

What they didn't know is that the seek for perfection is what you left for, you didn't find it within me you looked somewhere else

Ever since you left,
I've been seeing you in the mirror from time to time, telling me to please, oh please cover my freckles.
But they're a part of me, unlike you
You no longer are

Ever since you left,
The place seems more empty than ever
So i decided to fill it with everything I love and you hate
I'm making space for what my heart desires and for what you never wanted to have around

Ever since you left,
I've been wearing the pair of jeans you told me looked so weird and that I couldn't ever pull off
They're my favorite jeans now

Ever since you left
I've been growing my hair
You said long hair makes me look like a child though
I've been happier
I've been listening to slow songs you could never dance to
I've been writing and reading more, you thought it was my most boring hobby



This a message to my old self
Ever since you left
I've been happier
Don't come back

 229° 
Lightheart

I wish you’d defend your own body
Like you do those of animals
I wish you’d love your own special quirks
Like you do those of animals
For if seals can be fat and zebras can have marks
Why can’t you?

And if that animal isn’t ugly despite its oddness
If those things make it beautiful and fun and amazing
Why doesn’t the same apply to you?
Why do you insist such mean things about yourself
When animals are exactly the same?

My love I believe
beauty applies to you too
and I’m hoping that you’ll start to see that
you’re just as beautiful as the animal kingdom

So stop shaming yourself
with thoughts that you aren’t

We’re so quick to defend animals called ugly I wish we’d do the same for ourselves
 187° 
Mallory Write

A never ending road
To where I’ll never be alone

The Sun rises and falls
Emotions experienced; near all

It’s bumpy or it’s smooth
Based upon the paths we choose

A never ending road
To where we’ll never be alone

Pass through th dusk and djome longing road life time change choices decisions awn
Butterflies; our hearts flutter on

The feelings make you do
All we had never even knew

A never ending road
To a place called ‘home’

When things happen, things happen. If something is or ain’t meant, it’s just that.
 149° 
Maxine Rosenfeld

I am a pariah. Some see me as a joke, some see me as a mystery, some see me as a hot mess. But they all see me and refuse to stop seeing me. They unforgivingly gape and gawk at me.

Everyone has their own version of the story, and I cannot tell you how many times I have been told that my version is wrong. They seem to forget that after all, it is my story, but then they remember, and then they stare.

The few people that I have left continue to attempt to explain that this will all blow over with time. It has been three months since the incident occurred. Three months of staring, stories, and acting as if I’m not hearing their versions. As if I’m not hearing them call me a slut. As if I’m not hearing them say that I liked what he did to me. As if I’m supposed to sit there and act like their condolences are genuine and fake a smile, just for them.

At this point, I am unsure if they are even staring anymore. I am uncertain if it is all in my head, or if this is what my life will be now. I am unsure if I will ever be able to be just looked over again. I am unsure of myself and my choices and my thoughts. I don’t even know if they are mine anymore.  

Sometimes I wish that I could implode and make a colossal scene, but then I remember that it would just make the stares last longer. So I sit there, stuck, having to take the stares and hear their stories and listen to my uncertainty. Because after all I am just another one of their stories, and subsequently I will eventually disappear again.

 148° 
rachel huberty

i feel as though you should know
that the falling was a beautiful blur
but i guess i was hoping that
you'd catch me in the end

partially inspired by the song "catch me"
 127° 
Madolyn

sometimes
i want to
s c r a t c h  m y  s k i n  o f f
peel it off my body
in a desperate attempt
to set free the
self-hatred and anxiety

sometimes
i want to
t a k e  a  k n i f e  t o  m y  f a t
carving it away
shaping my body
into something
that won't disgust me

sometimes
i want to
s t a r t  o v e r
take an unforgiving blade
to the girl i used to be
run away until my lungs burst
and i'm finally set free

 119° 
Leeann Rose

You say its not goodbye.
But I can see the fronting in your eyes, I can feel the distance. I can feel the love dying... I can feel something missing ...
I'm not gonna do a lot of crying. Matter fact. Just tell me where your mind is at ? Where your heart is at ? Is me loving you to much, making you not love me back ? Tell me ..

 103° 
Devon Gonzalez

Floating in the navy blue abyss.
Weeds of the sea
floating atop the choppy water.
At first glance you wouldn't tell the difference between it and myself;
lifeless, lost, detached from where I came.
I ask it who am I?
Who are we?
It drifts south, a reminder of the love that moved on.
It's easy to depart from something so stagnant.

Each meter further down
the navy turns to black.
Here in this place
I feel like I'm between the stars.
Alone, every life reserve severed.
Afloat within the darkness.
Here I am with only myself,
contemplating my karma.
Gravity seems to have retired at the surface.
Disoriented and empty.
Being down feels up,
and what's left feels right.

 99° 
Ben Meraki

I want to tell you
that I can do without you.
But I'd be lying.

 91° 
Jillian McLean

Do not call me pretty,
for I am more than it looks

I would rather be ugly ,
with the beauty inside

I don't want to be those girls
in magazines and books.

Don't just use me for my body,
without a confide.

Don't call me pretty,
look inside.
J.M

 88° 
Rachel C

I'm wrapped in your protective arms.
I'm safe.
Your touch lingers.
The feel of your soft skin still burns.
Your aroma drowns out any pain.
I hear your heart beat as I lay on your chest.
Slow and rhythmic.
Even though I'm not looking up at you, I can feel your smile.
A stupid, goofy grin on your face.
I'm content.
I'm happy.
I’m safe.
I’m yours.
But as my eyes flutter open to look at you.
To study and take in every curve and shadow of your face.
Your essence.
You.
I'm alone
In a cold and empty bed.
I look around for any trace of you.
None.
I stare at the ceiling blankly.
How can dreams feel so real?

 70° 
a smol bean

if I’m too shy to tell you
my feelings,
you’ll know.
I’ll hide behind my thousands of masks
quietly laughing and telling you jokes
because I’m afraid
that if I tell you one small thing
my masks will fall off
and one thing will lead to everything.
I may be unexpressed but I have a lot of things
to think about.    
                    ~n.r.

another little poem hope you people like!
 67° 
Kenya83

Blue flash, your name in bold black
I’m drawn back
Back to where what I’ve got doesn’t seem enough
Where the butterflies rush to the open skies
Where freedom explodes on their coloured wings
For what seems like eternity lifted on white noise
A contradiction of oblivion and intensity
Paused time unaware of anything
Submersed in focused feelings aware of everything
Aware of the rush of heat steam rolling through my body
Prickly heady sensations of arrogant adrenaline
Taking out my feet from under me and my head from any responsibility
But still I smile
My favourite notification drives me wild

 62° 
Ako

We are a mere mortal
Two fates in a maze

Our love was hallowed by Eros
The blind, yet aimed his bow
Right through my essence
Right through your essence

Our passion was bound by Aphrodites
Two doves nesting
Two swans in Narcissus pond
Channeling the energy in our rite

Tragedy,
Mortal forbade the sacrament
We seek to endure the fall
Becoming stars,
As we cross one another
In an boundless interrior
Of our abode.

An undying love.
 60° 
Lily Mae

A year ago today my faith was tested
I gazed upon the face of my sister and yet
cancer distorted the woman I knew

Morphine drops

I go home to shower and my Nephew comes in
"She's gone, we all left the room and she left".
Mourning shoes are put on

Xanax daze


The usual chaos, drama, screaming
yelling and people pissing on space  
once shared by us all ...wanting to covet her  
to our breasts


Hells fire


Closing up my emotional shop  
I move forward this whole year with
a knowing that she for once is flying
high with all our friends and family...

Peace needed


Today I couldn't function well
the tears with memories of her letting go
and me forced to let go overwhelmed me

Absence  

I've never felt so alone sister.  I never  
thought I'd have to live without you
here I am...alone, in body, mind  and spirit

I feel forgotten, you knew me, and still loved me
I feel betrayed, and yet know better
I hate to feel because the hole in my heart
that's been empty since you left me aches


I'm trying sister...I'm trying~

 57° 
Holic

Blessed!
Are the ugly
For we are free
From all expectation.

I thought this up yesterday and thought it was funny
 54° 
Eleanor Webster

I have a hole
Inside my chest
I try to fill it up.
With voice
With words
With love
With dodie tickets.

Nothing sticks.

Like glitter in the wound,
I bleed out.

So I woke up last Saturday just feeling...really nothingy. Like there was this cavity in the upper half of my rib cage, aching with absence. This was the day the wifi went down so I almost anticipated how crappy i was gonna feel by feeling crappy. Thank god it's passed but this is just something small I wrote. Part two out tomorrow!!
 53° 
ST Rossa

They call me life,
because I can sprout anywhere,
They call me light,
they call me peace,
They call me art.

They call me time
because i can heal all wounds
They call me death,
because wherever you go I will surely follow you there.

They call me a symbol
they call me betrayal,
to those who see my image im their frustration they'll drown.

They call me...
yet they don't even pronounce my name,
They call me a demi-god
but they forget that I'm just a man.

They call me change,
precursor,
smug
a dictator.

they call me a visionary,
ahead of my time.

They call me water,
fire
earth,
they call me wind,

They call me a storm
because with every breath, I release rains of despair.

They call me a statue,
because I enjoy being alone,

They call me sea,
because they know that they'll never know me completely.

They call me a tear, maybe because of the lessons I teach,

They call me a fugitive,
because I belong to nowwhere.

They call me a gentle caress
because of the way my words can run through your chest.

They call me a bird, because I know how to fly when I surrender to the pen.

They call me unfaithful,
they call me naive,
coward,
hypocrite
and teacher,

For my hugs they call me bear,
for my rage, tiger.

They call me street, not because of my dangers, but because of unpredictability.

They call me a magician,
Druid,
friend
and guide,

They call me lost innocence,
for my wisdom.

They call me smile for the sincerity,
they call me fierce and gentleman,
Because I let the phrases always speak first.

They call me puppet,
devious,
clown,
I suppose I am what they fear to be?

They call me genius
and devil,
they call me fury,

They call me an asylum because I keep inside what others repudiate.

They call me agitator,
provocative,
controversial,

Without money they call me depressingly insane,
with money im fun and eccentric.

They call me airtight,
they call me virus and germ,

They call me bullet, because they have never been able to stop me.

They call me but I don't ever call back,
They call me a rat
they call me sick,

They call me Manhattan because I never sleep.

They call me desert because I seem eternal...

They call me so many things both good and bad,
Beautiful or poisonous ways to make me immortal.
They love me or they hate me, they choose me or they reject me,
They call me, to give me their compliments, and their threats.

 53° 
WordsOnly

Wait
Just wait
Soon
So soon
Time will
Awaken
?
Since it sleeps
You can not sleep
Tiredness requests remaining alert
Positive feedback maybe
Who is sad keeps hold of it, concentrates on mournful thoughts
Who is cheerful becomes still more cheerful due to this fact
Teach me to sleep
And wake me up when time
Awakens
When it stops, sleepwalking
Running away

 51° 
Callie Richter

addiction is real
you hear about it
you see it
but do you understand it?
it's all in your head
you get a substance
over and over
day after day
and then when it's gone
you find you need it
but what if it happens
in other parts of your body?
what about your heart?
what about with
not a substance
but another human being
isn't it then so much
more complicated?
because this is another
living
breathing
human being
for whatever reason
they are no longer
a part of your daily ritual
i apologize
because nobody
nobody.
deserves to be addicted
when they didn't ask to be

 50° 
katalyn

I have got to stop living in someone else's forever

The forever that will never be
 50° 
Gavin Barnard

People usually kill themselves when they're horribly depressed,
As I am.
People usually kill themselves when they're horribly lonely,
As I am.
People usually kill themselves when they feel like they're trapped,
As I am.

If you want somebody to blame,
Then blame the people that asked for $2687
When they asked me to quit my only source of income.
Ask the people that only care about making money,
Without a thought about who it hurts.

Ask me about my depression,
Ask me about my loneliness,
Ask me how my day went,
Or rather, ask my friends.

Its a paragraph from this suicide note I'm writing because I can't think of anything else to write.

Keep in mind that the intention of suicide notes is so that people can read them after the person who wrote it killed themselves, which is what makes the last stanza really powerful, especially when I have no friends.

Maybe I will do it, but only if things don't improve sometime soon.
 47° 
a

hey i knw im not perfect either
i just wanted you to know
that i would just appreciate if maybe
you realize that i am an adult
and i dont appreciate when u try to teach me "lessons" about my personality or whatever.
like, i know my flaws
and i hate myself for them
but i also work so hard every day to better myself.
you really don't know enough about me to be treating me like you do.
i know you dont care to know me
but that also means you dont get to tell me how i should be.
i know i laugh it off 99% of the time
but like it actually gets me really upset,
i just dont like to make a scene like that.
if i made the same kind of comments to you,
you would stand up for yourself -
but its really hard for me to do that.
i guess all im trying to say here is
please understand things from my point of view
because i'm trying to push myself in the right direction
and i just wish you wouldn't try to push it back.

 47° 
Lana Eve

I must confess

I had sex with my ex, yesterday

It isn't exactly what I intended on



Their warm body fit mine like a broken in baseball glove
I don't expect much to come of it
I'm learning to not expect much of
anything



We enjoyed each other's energy

As I ran my fingers through their hair

Like I did before

So frequently



                                 But this time it was different

This time, I didn't care of tomorrow
Wondering if I could do this again
Wondering if I could keep them forever



                Instead, I recognized the beauty in a moment

I was grateful for their being

I was grateful for their fruit
To let my tongue dance

With the idea that forever is the ugly sister
Misused, abused, and forgotten

    Due to the only constant that her sister Change, will always win

something about the
way you look at me makes me
feel like i'm flying.

 45° 
Jonathan Benham

My love.
My fervent darling from above.
Submerged by your
eyes that scream,
with boiling passion,
"I am not worth this."
Whether you are, or not,
your mind,
being as fragile as it is invincible,
is worthy of spawning a universe.
Dazed,
not by agony,
but by the confusion itself,
will not separate purity
from the perilous journey
we undergo.
I beg to find anything other than
an agonizing defeat.
Searching endlessly,
has become a necessity.
Grant me eternity.
I'm mesmerized by
moments of you,
unadorned.
Seeing through fog,
blemishes no part of the sky.
I open my heart and get filled by
another one that digs deep.
Troubled and withdrawn,
I am nothing but a whisper,
"I love you."
Pain is a facade for sanctity.
Pain is a facade for sincerity.
There is escape from suffering,
but looking for it caused more.
But now, I am at peace in a world of
horror.
Everything looks bright,
so bright.
I wish I could see through your eyes,
just to feel,
for one moment,
how it feels to see the world through such beauty.

 42° 
Polly

My love does not have limits
It is not tied to neither means nor ends
My love does not depend on conditions or tricky terms
Nor does it require a single breath in return.
My love does not know sleep
It shall not fade with the day's passing light
My love can count a thousand stars
And sit beside you,
underneath them,
all night.

 40° 
Maddie Hemeyer

I hate the fact
That I found myself
In spending a weekend
intertwined with you
You wrapped your arms
Around my waist
You left kisses
In my hair
You made me feel
Like I was beautiful
But it was just 3 days
And now we don’t speak
“What happens here stays here”
I guess that’s what it means

 39° 
Angela Rose

People always talk about being a perfect match
But nobody ever talks about how abruptly matches burn out

 38° 
helena alexis

trace poems on
my inner thigh
paint a sunset
between my breasts

write love letters
between my legs
use my body
as your blank canvas

Lost in the city
United by poetry

Online friends
Things which trends

Few find their soulmate
Others find a friend great

Here found one with like mind
Maybe past lives were entwined

Great to have a tea with her
Heartfelt talks heartful together

A grand date with a poetic soul
Who is assigned the divine role

We will catch up again surely
Another meet to be planned shortly!

Met Sarita Aditya Verma today....thnx hp for letting us find each other......
 36° 
emmie cosgrove
You

Your mind,
So beautiful
Causing the soldiers
Battling within my head,
To ceasefire
An ongoing conflict
Finally at rest.

 34° 
Deb Jones

Living in the moment
Being mindful
Taking each minute at a time
Being present
Putting down whatever I am doing
When someone is talking to me
Or needs me.
Especially a child
I am making memories
They will remember later on
Especially that they were loved
The sweet sound of a child’s laugher
The music of my life
Closing my eyes and soaking it in
Pretend to be shopping
As a child laughs in another aisle
It seems rare nowadays
The hurried frazzling hustle and bustle
Laugh with your babies
Give them your time
They will return it 10 fold to you someday
Talk about your dreams
Ask them about theirs
Tell them stories
Read them a book
Love them freely
Don’t feel constrained
If they want to go shopping with you in a princess dress and clacking in princess shoes...
Let them
Don’t answer “No” because it’s easier
Listen to their reasons and give them permission
Don’t ever let them forget
You love them
Not for a minute
Not even for a minute

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