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my love,
i can help
with your pain
i can play
wet rain
outside your
how about this?
is this okay?
are you safe inside?
if not then
i can stop
at anytime
i can be whatever
makes you feel
safe inside
Being real is
the simplest
form of honesty.
Kr Shubham
an unknown form
it must have came in,
in dark

like winter wind
a long squeak inside
deepens in skull and bones

an unsettling silence
till the dark
looking at a mirror
shattered to bits
but the mirror is untouched

not a single scratch
am I the only one who can fix this mirror?
why is self-love so **** hard
Tonight is the night
When I tell you
My truth,
My truth is my love
My truth is my sorrow
My truth are the tears
That fall off of my face,
My heart is in ache
For all it’s ever known is pain
Tonight the scars will be on display
While my eyes paint
A picture of dismay,
As this feeling of void
Has become too hard
To avoid.
You are
The mind
I am
The heart
I   will   make   you      
love   the   moon

Even   if   it   means  
    losing   the   sun

Not   even   the  
could   stop   me

Nor   the   pixie   dust
   of   our   galaxy
Tortured soul
He walks this earth alone
Crying out to be saved
His heart has turned to stone
He’s soul now aimlessly roams
Searching for the light to his darkness
He finds that no one’s home
He put his pen to paper
His savior has become his poems
Capturing all eternal heartache, that life to him has thrown
It brought him sadness
His scarred
Which for he alone atones
For the words he captures
When he gets lost in the zone
Writing from feelings
He will never truly disown
Giving it life, No one will ever condone

As he’s pen bleeds
Inscribing heartache of a tormented soul to these pages
His heart rages
His caged demons scream’s for him to release him from their cages
His inked pen becoming his soul Savior
A poet mask....hidden from the world
When only your ink give it life, unmask your true nature.
Olivia A Keaton
Is it not crazy
how one, tiny baby
can change your life
in such a big way?
Ananya Dubey
When the curtain falls,
and the show's all done...
I take off my mask
and become a "no one"

When the audience is gone
My pretence goes away
And from the one who's outspoken
I become the one who's got nothing to say

When I finally try
To be the true "me"
The stage is all deserted
And there is no one left to see....
Tess Oppenheimer
I was sitting on the porch with my uncle when a squirrel scampered
by. “Watch this,” Uncle said, before throwing dentures at the scruff
of a ****-***. “You missed!” I exclaimed with girl-power might &
consideration before smashing the rat, fat from edemical hydration.
i am an open book
letters in the wind
words in the weather
there's a storm on the horizon
i tried warning you
once, twice -
i tried telling you
once, twice -
i am an open book
harshness in the mellow
i am an open book
To look at a soul
and not seek
the face
of beauty

To look at a soul
and not need anything more than it offers
too many are judged, in such cruel,
unfair disgust

Look at the beauty of scars
pain, hurt
... despair

If you seek beauty
you will never
truly see
the beauty of a soul
Kolour Fabriken
it's, like, clouds
swallowing a jetliner

in flux'd
charley s
3:30 am

it slurred it's words
as it entered the shutting doors,
missing the shutter by an inch

3:31 am
it tumbled it's way into a seat
as the smell of alcohol filled the air

3:32 am
it slid off the seat

3:33 am
i left.
i really want you to fall in love me with me.
i really want to fall in love with you.
i really want us to fall in love with each other.
I love you because
You mourn a basement flat I never knew
Because your hair resembles monastery gold
And because you love old poems

I love you because
You listen to the words of tiny children
And because your belly is a mountain
You let me climb whenever it pleases me

I love you because
Together naked we are able to defy mirrors
You gave me the son I always wanted and because
I am unable to find the perfect words to fill this page
If money is not everything;
Then why is life hard without money?
I'm asking!
The best high I’ve ever felt
Is the one I feel when you tell me
You love me
I love you so much
I’m here
I write
To leave a mark
That this pain
Is within me
I’ll die
I’ll be forgotten
My words
Will cease to exist
A proof
That I once
Was here.
There was the death of the old
And the birth of the new
But the new carries the weight of the old
And more
JA Perkins
He left a letter on the dresser
addressed to whom it may concern.
It read "Never falter under pressure
before the tides can take their turn.
Everything is dying -
The likes of man and all his pleasure.
From paper planes we're flying
to the wooden chests of treasure.
But one Truth will always stand
long after the last word here is spoken:
There's always been a heavenly hand
to heal the heart that's broken."
Some people live long lives,
Some people die long deaths
mila splawska
some people find heaven in
a smell, a taste or a sound
i found heaven in
my love
We are magnetic
But you put out fires
While I attract them
Yet somehow
I can never
KJ Reed
Some people hate silence,
a cruel thing,
that brings with it loneliness,
long derived soliloquies of self torment.
I thrive in silence.
For, what other time can one sing,
and be heard by everyone,
and no one at all.
Because I am everyone,
and I sing for myself.
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
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.
And **** anyone
Who likes
I go to bed alone.
My first day off in a week is today.
You come to bed at 6 AM.
I wake up at 8:30 AM for the day.
You will be sleeping for a while longer.
Sleep while you can. Rest while you can.

I'm sleeping alone after a year and a half of marriage.
If this how marriage is supposed to go?
I try and try my hardest every day... but it doesn't feel like its ever enough.
I'm sorry I can't be the woman you want me to be..

So... I will sleep alone.
I miss
The buzz of your touch
The high of your kiss

The ease of
your arms wrapped around me

So tight that
nothing bad could ever touch me
B D Caissie
I’m a simple man and nothing more, of mediocre means neither rich nor poor.

People misunderstand my quirky ways, I don’t seem to give a flying fig these days.

I’m more than content with the man I’ve become, I march to the beat of my own drum.

I wear my failures like the finest weaves, but not foolish enough to wear my heart on my sleeve.

My imperfections I keep at my feet, so as not to trip I keep up with their beat.

Don’t look to me as shrewd or savvy, I just found in myself a way to be happy.
Because you're smart, right?
Pretty charming, right?
Love the way the wind whispers and the rain cries.
Love things other than what Girls like.

Because you like bare face, right?
They're a carbon copy, right?
But you, you're a gem in the rough, undiscovered.
You, you're a lifeform with all of nature's secrets.
You, you're much better. [Right?]

You, you're different than those other Girls,

Alex Gifford
It's that moment
when the pieces
of the puzzle
all combine.

And you see a
glorious picture
that you doubted
that you'd find.

And then after
when the pieces
are inspected
each with care.

You see purpose
and see meaning
each too valuable
to spare.
This came to me all at once. It's an attempt to describe the feeling of your mind being blown when everything lines up and finally makes sense.
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.
Midnight Rain
the memory of your
presence is felt like an earth//quake

as if my soul has everted,
my heart has been torn...

every wave of emotion
is felt like the first time.

i become a spineless,

curling into myself
and crying out the storm
that has lived within me

your presence is missed like
cold rain in summer,

like a scarlet fire drawn in the
center of winter,

and when Autumn
leaves fall like teardrops
from trees,

darling, you are missed
like a heartbeat falling from a

and i shatter myself every day
from the earth//quakes your memory gave


you... are missed
most ardently...

you are the life within me now
and i cannot seep you out from
myself without
uprooting everything beautiful
you grew in me.
Here's something warm for your system
Problems you just missed them

Todays going to be a good day
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
It's almost funny
The way I fall
In love with anyone
It shouldn't be this way
It shouldn't be you
But it is
And how am I
Supposed to help it
I'm just a kid
With a head full of clouds
And a heart full of dreams
That I can't quite reach
I love my guilty pleasures
But you aren't
Even guilty
You're just a man
That I don't know
You're just a man
That I'll never know
And I will daydream
About meeting you
In separate places
I could be your doll
You're not
A work of art
And darling that's okay
Let's keep it that way
You'd think I was crazy...
If I show you...
Will you stay?
Pieces of me
That fill me with shame
And yet some
Make me feel awesome...

I try so hard to conceal
All my flaws
When I smile
And lie,
"Everything is fine".

Slow suicide
To feel more alive
I am am mess...
Can you fix me?
Or will you leave me?
As you self-pity,
you further bury yourself
in great misery.
silent library
those unspoken words on shelves
I ache to voice them
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