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Do you ever think
of a poem
that's amazing

and you're sure you'll remember
to write it down

but you won't
This is kind of my mood right now.
Febronia Ventura
I love you to the Moon...

I think I want to stay there


Let's go.
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
I used to hate myself.
There's no other way to say it.
I used to hurt myself.
There's no easy way to tell.
But now that I'm months clean,
And I have a reason to stay.
I'm not sure.
I think I like me?
I might stay here.
We'll see how long it lasts this time.

They say it was my head.
They say it was my mind.
I think it was my outlook.
Maybe it was the year.
But I think I might stay like this
For at least a little longer.

I'm not sure.
Do I like me
Or do I just like this life?
Do I like the life
or is it just him?
Did he change me,
or did I?
I'm not sure anymore.
I changed a lot of things,
I cut a few fake friends.
I dunno,
This could work.
I'm not sure,
This might work.
Maybe I can be happy.

I don't know what my outlook
on life is anymore.
Mitch Prax
after heartbreak-
can you make me
believe that love isn't
this vicious?
Its the days when you don’t cry,
But you don’t smile either.

It’s the days when you’re quieter than usual,
And people notice.

It’s the days when you aren’t quite thinking about anything.

But if someone asked you what was wrong,
You wouldn’t know where to start.
Beautifully Broken
thoughts keep me awake
all night
I hate anxiety
It never leaves
I just want to sleep
michael cera
i wish you knew how i feel,
fighting my demons,
while missing you.
losing my job,
cause im searching for you.

shaking alone in our room,
reaching for our moon.
throwing my life,
like there's nothing to lose.
Sea's End
When two poets love,
Words start to hang in the air
And lose their meaning.
Another haiku? Wow! I'm only so good with words until I actually need to use them. Just ask my girl. (Spoiler alert: I'm really bad at articulating my thoughts in the heat of the moment. That's why I'm here.)
Butch Decatoria
The AWKWARD poet (Senryu)

See myself, the Child
Looking with Loves’ brighter eyes
Know not what i see.


Death creeps up
Upon me
Fog-like a heavy blanket
Icy cold lonely
Death looks upon me
A waning aging
Sinking Look
Cold  and Pallid (of a thing)
Life seems Like
That Life upon your face
The Pink color
Of Grace…
And it’s Death having moments without
Upon me.
It's the easiest thing in the world
To fall in love...
But keep being in it
It's the toughest of them at all.
you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
Anna Bell
“i love you”
those words
                                      from his lips
i believed his deceitful manner
his charisma, it was alluring
I think most people take this as an s.o. but it could be anyone who stopped loving you a friend, a parent to just deceive you to get what they want from you. I also thought of the devil as I wrote this, he deceives you and feeds you with lies to follow him.
Amanda Shelton
Upon the wind
travels my words,
it is my responsibility
to be mindful of what
I speak for the universe
hears everything.

Words are powerful,
like the seasons upon
the breeze live the
winds of change.

I carry the news,
it depends on what
I chose to say.

We all do.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
I wonder what it feels like
To hold the world in your hands
And let it slip from your grasp

Suppose I'll never know
Friends say we do not work
The same from family
Many different people think
With you I should not be
But I don't care what they think
Haven't seen you for a while
                come and visit asap
         I'm cold
                I miss you
where have you been?

written on January 21, 2020
And frankly, for that matter,
I'm tired of wanting to fit into the vision
that others seem to burden us with.

You barely even know me, I
have to look at the screen to summon your name.
But your opinion falls out of your mouth,
like we've been friends for years and
you couldn't wait to share the good news.

I don't like it, any of it,
not because of you, perhaps just a touch,
but because you know nothing about us.
The devil is in the details and,
so is that of the reflection of love.

And now we have the weight of it all on our shoulders,
to carry up the mountain and walk with on the beach.
Hands clasped, or not, the weight is a cloud of expectancy
that lingers over us.
Madilyn Cook
I'm afraid I'm broken
but in the same way that shattered glass
catches the light
Carlo C Gomez
Can't be sodium-free, baby
Not when life is in hyperdrive
And microwave is king
ok okay
Life is fading
You can see it in my hair
This hair dye does not last long enough
These pills just slow down time

You say this sadness is just a common phase
I will be aight by twenty-five
But I do not know
Life is too slow
Until the years have disappeared
And then you wonder where it has all gone
heart is                                                  
A LANTERN                                              
Inside, lives a                                              
♡         ­                                       
e                   ­                 
t                       ­                       
  ­   n                                
      d                        ­                  
      ♡                                       ­             
s                                                  ­  
e                     ­             

                   bright wings
                     G L I T T E R I N G
                     with love, life and

I grow,                
S H E  R E M A I N S              
youthful, timid,              
d       ­     


                   ­                     spent days
                                          JUST  CRYING
     ­                                     feeling so lost
             ­                             ♡
                                  ­        I
       ­                                             s
                  ­                             o
                     ­          s
                    ­                              y
                                 ­                   ♡

                                           ­                             The
                                ­                                         summer
                                                          ­                OF HER HEART
                                                           ­                  became winter
                                                          ­                bleak
                                           ­                            ♡
                                                               ­                 a
                                                                ­                     n
                                                               ­                   d
                                            ­                            ♡
                                   ­                            c
                                                               ­   l
                                                            ­                d
                                                                ­                   ♡

                       with time
                          SHE MANAGED
                        to pick herself
                  ­ n
                           ­               h
      ­                           r

the help                        
O F  O T H E R                        
fellow Kings and                        
k         ­                         
♡                                      ­    
♡  ­        

                   You                                                              ­    
all have                                              
A D D E D   TO                                            
my heart's inner                                              
flame        ­                                        
n   ­                                                       
♡       ­                               
o  ­                      
e                               ­       
♡                     ­           

       Winds                                                            ­              
blow, wings                                                            ­      
NOW FLUTTER                                                          ­        
I'm ready to                                                               ­   
fly                                                              ­  
♡                                                                ­
b                                                               ­ 
y                                                              ­  
s    ­                                            
d            ­                                              
e                 ­                                                   ♡
I'm back!
So sorry everyone, the last few weeks have been... a strain on me.
I am still doing my media course and all, but mentally and emotionally,
I was slipping down into a dark place. My sleeping patterns have been messed up, my nerves have been completely out of control, my self-doubt, anxiety and depression drained me so much that I found it really hard to write, so I needed time to gather myself. It was so hard for me to pick up a pen. To do anything. My smiles were hollow and I just felt so lost.

I just wanted to apologise, I didn't mean to worry anyone. I'm truly touched by the out-pour of support for me. I got so many messages asking if I was alright. I can't express how much that warmed my heart. I'm so used to people being angry at me for my silence that it usually scares me to come back. By nature, with everything I've experienced, it's made me more and more of an isolationist. To all of those people, truly, thank you so so much for staying and just being kind to me...
Really. Thank you T-T
And thank you to all my followers, old and new.
245 followers... I can't even... T-T
I'm sorry if I sound like a broken record but thank you.
I'm back now, and I'm feeling better.
It's easier to hold my pen so I will resume spilling my ink.

I'll continue the Masked Bard on Thursday, I'm free the whole day.
I have no idea of my schedule the coming week.
Again, I appreciate everyone one of you.
Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts.
Thank you for staying with someone like me.
With much love,
Lyn ***
You wake me up to see the sunrise
But all I see is the moonlight through your hair...
Just like the relationship
i am still learning the language of the universe,
yet i am fluent in your presence.
slivers of silver run across my spine to yours –
and oddly, we connect.

our pinky fingers intertwine as whispers float above our heads,
telling of lost love and one that is to come.
and as we suspend in the middle of nowhere,
the words come to me in waves,
you catch them with your hands
and let them rest under your curled fingers.

to others we speak gibberish; not to us.
the language of the universe:
celestial and unnerving
a language we speak as one.
once upon a time
long ago
there was a you and me

i knew you once
and it was nice
silence was comfy
and we didnt have to try

i knew you once
long ago
you shared your secrets
and i shared mine

i knew you once
long ago
but where did you go...?
argh, i miss you.
if death's an exit
it explains the red carpet
on the bathroom floor
credits written without ink
paper slipped under the door
remember back when you were just a toddler
and mommy and daddy told you to
beware of the monsters and strangers?

what they were really telling you is that human beings/your friends are the real monsters
and danger.

remove your
eyes from

once you have,
the damage incurred can never be undone.

eyes that smile hide a medieval darkness that sparkle like the blade of a guillotine.

a trusting fool
will always end up on the bad side
of a
crime scene.
girl friend
girl                   friend
girl                                                 friend
girl                                                      ­                         friend
girl                                                      ­                                                       friend
The day  has now gone here is the night
It's twelve o'clock all lights gone out
Not a single soul no one insight
We look out the window no one about.

Eyes are weary we are fighting sleep
Time to clime up that wooden hill
Waiting for us is the bed and sheets
Tired and drowsy sleep we will.

The evenings are colder
The frost here again
But we are much older
And our health's not the same

So as we head to that slumber land
And we dream our cares away
We pull up the blankets with our hands
And say goodnight to the day.
These cold nights a nice warm bed is welcoming.
noren tirtho
Time doesn't heal.
And the wound knows it.
Layers gather on the ****
but the damage remains,
hiding itself deep inside
the secret scar
time healing wound layers damage hidden secret scar
how do you name
this kind of strength?

the thing she loves most
shatters her, irreparably

shards sink to the depths
drowning she dies there

then recreates herself,
returning to care for it
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.
the first
i met
Tiger Striped
i sink in the sound
of my thundering blood, rushing
in my ears, flushing
to my cheeks—why?
what simple words from your lips
were given power unparalleled
to command the blood in my veins?
they draw forth a cackle, unbidden
(a laugh?)
and i hardly have time to be mortified
amid a sea of elation.
my eyes and ears act with
wills of their own,
the former entranced by your lips,
the latter hanging on every word that floats
thence, to their patient wonderment.
i try on a knowledgeable smile,
not to betray my flustered state,
as if i am at all in control of myself around you.
i dare not attempt a sentence
(or mere coherence)—
for the present, i am content
to watch your lips and listen to their
simple words.
Now we are just geometry
All triangles and circles
and perimeters
meticulously barbed wired
feeding from scraps
our wine rationed
taking care
to drink
only from carefully calibrated measuring jars
Raul S
Her eyes are an ocean
in which I would gladly drown
Ivan Lopez
I am very happy
with a smile
I tell the lie
that I am fine

I'm extremely happy.
Not knowing why,
that feelings there.
Its empty
that happiness
that looms inside

I am happy
it's all manic

But I'm happy
I'm Fine,
when suddenly
I'm not!
For me, emotions seems to be very tricky. I love the highs, I really do. But they only leave me scared that the lows still exist. I feel happiness but its like a balloon filled with helium. Nothing but air inside and when the pressure has reached its limit it pops. My episodes are back, and the word trying is a joke. But at least I'm trying.
Chandler M

If only the stars
Could communicate
Maybe then I'd hear
What the universe means
To something
That's a part of it

Stu Harley
a quiet place
me to fly
to land nearby
i am sure
the word
of God
my wings
towards faith sky
so wide
Vin DeStefano
It's clear you've done no evil,
you've only done what's right.
But often times
you'll come to find
that its never quite enough.

You gave her half your world,
the other half to fight.
But every day
you'll hear her say
"I pray men like you should come my way."

You smile nonetheless
but it pains you to accept,
that you'll never be the man,
to give her the crown,
the crown she so desperately desires to wear.
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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