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 970° 
Evan Stephens
My heart is tabletop -
the rest of me is the filled-in border
of jigsaw pieces, hanging teeth
around a maw; the middle is missing.

I am also the beheading bluejay
slicing the tendons of greenery
that waver in the rain lens
imprinting on glass and shadow.

I wait on street corners
for specks of truth, beauty;
"That is all ye know on earth,
and all ye need to know" and all that.

But I have a quicksand heart -
step and drown.
Wreathes of blood shiver inside
in murderous curtains.

I vanish in front of you:
This world has no middle in it,
& what little remains is draining out,
teeth strewn in a garden.
 157° 
Drithena
Seeing the people I love crying because of love.
Makes me want to protect my heart even more.
 87° 
Donall Dempsey
STARRY STARRY NIGHT

She switched off the moon.

Plucked out the stars.

A little dog barked
as her scream scrawled:

โ€œThis time life has gone...too far.โ€

She took an overdose of sleeping tablets
in her big bright red car.

The day withers
that was once in bloom.

Petals fall
in an empty room.

The moon wept.
The stars cried.

Life was for living... Life lied.
 85° 
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 81° 
Zywa
Life is beautiful,

that's why people are longing --


for La Merica.
"La Superba" (2013, Ilja Leonard Pfeijffer) - La Merica

Collection "Palace of the Night"
 73° 
nvinn fonia
beautiful cultures  people have created
Of you
Of your voice
Of your lies
Of your fake smile
Of your fake love
And when I see you with her
After you called to say your flight was late
I know Iโ€™m tired
Of my love for you
 47° 
Opal Wood
Four years I was under your control
I allowed myself to let go
Breaking hearts and causing pain
I drained the girl I loved away
You tore away a life for me
A piece of me
But now I'm here to take control back
Four years have passed
Now I can say
Hello sober me
You're here to stay
I have wrote this regarding my addiction to alcohol and how I come to a decision of no longer allowing it to control my life
I am but
one star
in the
universe
that you
deserve.
I am but
a rain's
puddle
when
it is
the ocean
that you
need to
swim in.
Wish
upon me.
Dance
and jump
within me.
I long
to be
enough
for thee.



written by me... ..
 30° 
Rama Krsna
the nectar of love
only comes with
the poison of pain,
two
for the exorbitant price of one

standing
at the chasm
of life and death
destroyed by love
grief remains
as lifeโ€™s sole friend

the memories of love
now
belong to time
and this aging body
to the five elements.

ยฉ 2019
 29° 
magalรญ
LIX
no confundas mi amor con algo que le debรญaโ€”la quise como podrรญa haber abierto una ventana o tomado un vaso de aguaโ€”sin que me enseรฑen ni me provoquen, con la cabeza en blanco y la garganta secaโ€”me despierto, me levanto, la amoโ€”me lavo los dientes, pongo a hacer el cafรฉ, la amo hasta que la cafetera llora hervorโ€”me lo sirvo la amo y me quemo la lenguaโ€”pero el cafรฉ no saca la sed y a ella no la quise porque se lo ganรณ. la amรฉ para matar el tiempo entre ventana y agua, entre cepillo y taza.
 29° 
Grace
When I look at you,
I donโ€™t see darkness
I donโ€™t see rain
I donโ€™t see pain

When I speak to you,
I donโ€™t feel sadness
I donโ€™t feel neglect
You always show respect

When I think of you,
It gives me strength
Because youโ€™re so bright
My brightest light

When I dream of you,
I find myself in your arms
Right where I belong
Right where I feel strong

When I fell in love with you,
I knew it was true
Because you drowned my sorrows
And now I can see tomorrow
 26° 
Mandii Morbid
๐—œ ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น, ๐—œ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—น๐˜† ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ.
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ uสop ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ.
๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ Vร˜ล‚ฤ, ๐˜ช๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ.
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ โ‚ดโ‚ฎโ‚ณโ‚ฎล‚โ‚ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ.

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด, ๐˜ช๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ,
๐Ÿ††๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…ฐ๐Ÿ†ƒ๐Ÿ…ท๐Ÿ…ต๐Ÿ†„๐Ÿ…ป ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜บ.
๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ-
๐˜‹๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด.
๐˜ˆ๐˜ด ๐˜ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ.
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜บ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด,
๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด.
๐˜ˆ๐˜ด ๐š‹๐š’๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ.
๐˜ž๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ด- ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ.

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด hอŽeอŽaอŽrอŽtอŽ -๐˜ช๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต - ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ sฬฝอ“hฬฝอ“iฬฝอ“nฬฝอ“yฬฝอ“ ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด
๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜บ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ fฬทaฬทnฬทtฬทaฬทsฬทyฬท ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ.
๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ.
๐˜ž๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ตย ย ๐•• ๐•š ๐•ค ๐•’ ๐•ก ๐•ก ๐•– ๐•’ ๐•ฃ, ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ.


6/28/2022 - Mandii Morbid ยฉ
 23° 
Lela
You are the light of my life
My morning sun and my evening moon
I want to reach you and stay by your side
Too bad youโ€™re just โ€œnot in the moodโ€
Too bad โ€œyou have better things to doโ€
Because the only thing I do
is think of you

I dream
of you thinking about me too
Sometimes we want to be cared about by the wrong person
I blame you.
For the dreams that died.
For the love that i will never have.
For the smile that you took from me.
I wanted to fly far away but you
Burnt my wings keeping me
In the cold darkness.
I blame you for killing me.
I like to take a negative feeling and turn it
Into something good.
We should allow people room to grow and breathe support someone in there dreams
#blame #dreams #darkness #killing
 19° 
Midnight
the night my life changed
i was wearing
a white dress
with blue and red
flowers

and you were wearing
well, actually
it doesn't
matter

the night my life changed
it was dark
and you were drunk
and somehow
it was my fault
this is not my story, but it needs to be heard.
 17° 
adriana
i'm losing friends like i'm losing sleep
apologies don't work, and neither do sheep
don't go, because i want you to stay
but don't lie to me, you're leaving someday
 16° 
neth jones
while building static warmth
  unbiased night has nurtured strain
now! ;
  breaks akimbo in filling veins
  silver branches
  lipping open flare across the sky
stimulated charge raised
  through our earthed souls
  greeting heavens kindle above
Brevity Homework 2
 16° 
A
Dear death,

I have met life,
He wants me to fight,
But I'm so weak-
So can we meet?
 16° 
Amanda Shelton
Depression has no grace,
no dignity for it's victims.

I once was like water,
I flowed so easily
I moved mountains with
my pressure,
I surfed the biggest waves,
I climbed the highest peaks,
I flew like a bat.

Only to fall hard.

Like a fly,
I was caught in the struggle
caged in the dreadful pain.

Depression is like a spider,
it waits in the shadows,
in its web it traps its victims.

I'm struggling in the web of depression.

ยฉ๏ธ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
 16° 
Carlo C Gomez
~
Apathetic city skyline
This must be Drum Street
There's critical thinking
Digital tendencies

Pigeons on the roof
Kids in the library
Hail and flashpoint
Homeroom
Their final resting place

Who of you misses the bleak missiles of youth?
And how they used to hit like needles?

I can count your sufferings on my fingers
See them hidden in the tall grass
They move in secret
With shadow blister
As much as the caterpillar:
Elusive and eruciform

Sixteen crane wives
Collect on the guide wire
Their weathered plumage
Strangely displayed

Airplane debris on an uncharted wild
Macabre flowers growing out of air masks, gone quiet
The magic word is drear
It's a sorrow-filled caw
As if feathers from the grave
Clothing our fears

I can count the flock on my fingers
See them separate in mid-flight
Each a solitary path
Fusing rage and grief
Each a solitary path
Fusing rage and grief

~
 15° 
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I donโ€™t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
Heโ€™s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
โ€œWeโ€™re perfect for each otherโ€
And you canโ€™t tell me
Heโ€™s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 15° 
Satvik gupta
U ain't bad ,

It's just the moment
 14° 
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people donโ€™t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
the forests of sun
lift their branches to the sky -
a stone fountain's tears.
 14° 
She Writes
when my drugs begin to fail
and self-inflicted thoughts prevail

I run to the shower
where in peace I can cower

turn on the water, scalding hot
focus onย ย pain instead of thought

I used to burn myself, but I became more shrewd
water doesn't makeย a mark, no scars accrued

until I can breathe I will run the water
turning it up hotter and hotter

I emerge as if I am anew
and not a soul has a clue

because you cant see tears when theyย fall in the shower
and at least I managed to live for another hour
I come
To you today
With yet another scheme
For a wild, foolish adventure.
Coming?
Copyright 2018 Benjamin Daniel Lukey.

"Partners in Crime" was first published in volume 2, issue 8 of Gathering Storm Magazine.
 13° 
Alaska Young
Why
Why do you push people away?

"I want them to be happy."
 13° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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
 13° 
Elliot
We donโ€™t see the carrots to be cut,
We see the sharp knife that could cut us.

We donโ€™t see the bridge,
We see the other side of the railings.

We donโ€™t see painkillers,
We see medication we could drown ourselves in.

We donโ€™t see the train,
We see the tracks we could lay on.

We donโ€™t see the nice view,
We see the cliff's edge we could jump off.
 13° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 13° 
Dawn
Someday, I wish I could be
to you
What you are to me
Now
You deserve as much
You deserve so much
I fear I'll never be
Good for you
Sometimes I feel like you give me more than you take from me. I feel inadequate. But I also feel thankful for you, more than anything
 12° 
She Writes
Nothing is louder
Than silent tears
And 2 a.m. overthinking
 12° 
Masha Yurkevich
I'm
not
your
canvas;
you can't
paint over me.
My mistakes,
my life, it's whom
I want to be.
So go
_________
take your
_________
paintbrush
and your paint, too,
because I love my every
stain, and I'll keep every
color; red, green,
or blue.


By my every stain I mean my every mistake or misfortune, because I learn from each one of them.

I hope it looks somewhat like a paintbrush. I messed around with it, and the result is before your eyes.
 12° 
haysia
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 11° 
Lucรญa
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
My words became
knives.
A paragraph,
a sword.
And when I
made
my first speech,
the room
                was
                        hit
                             with
                                            a
                                                    grenade.
 10° 
Megan H
Have you ever danced
By yourself
Under a moonlit sky?
Completely out of your mind-
But the wind and birds and bugs
Create a background song
To life.
The grass under your feet
Makes you feel
Complete with nature.
And you dance-
You dance for the trees-
The stars-
Nature-
And for yourself.

It truly is an experience.
 10° 
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
ย ย Not a single!
Exclamationย 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!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
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