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Shadow Dragon
Get a job,
a husband or wife.
Make yourself comfortable
in your own life.
So they tell me
or would have told me
if they were still alive.
But they are dying slowly
by the magic pills.
They are no longer there
to protect and care.
I no longer have devils
that whisper and scream.
They can do both
but now they are doing non.
And I can see myself having fun,
not caring or staring
into nothingness.
Yet it leaves me in mourning
to know they are about to die.
Maybe if I hold on a little longer
I won't be lonely and then find myself
a job, husband or wife.
isabel mayaka
When I wake
Please give me a kiss
On my forehead

When I wake
Let’s make coffee together
And dance around in our underwear

When I wake
Can we make
Blueberry muffins?

When I wake
Can you still
Be here?
Mrs Anybody
the older
the night became

the more
my thoughts swirl

the more often
they found their way
back to you
also check out my other poems!  :)
Adreishka Luciano
I wish I could sing happy birthday to you.
I missed out on my chance to,
For I was not a jolly good fellow.
I took things for granted and learned too slow.
I thought you would be the one to save my soul
This game has gotten old
You can’t keep on playing with me
I’ve always been history
You broke all we built more like what I built
You already make me deal with all the guilt
I’ll never move on from your poisonous love
I wanna hurt you with a boxing glove
It’s 6 am I’m in my bed and awake
I’m just another thing you wanted to break
This is all because of cupid
I’m so stupid
I wanna be alone
And stop falling for stupid boys
Tejaswini Kalmegh
There's hope,
                 not in the cities
                  & posh roads
or in mistletoes.
                  But in people,
                  their flesh and bones;
In what they value.

                   Yet I care so much
                        what he eats.
anna burns
i want a way out.
the tears force their way forward.
i'm trying my best.
all i want is to be okay.

that's the thing about pain.. it demands to be felt.
swallowing the fear
blinking away the tears
crying will do me no good now
i'm already here

getting harder to breathe
is it just me
you think i'm delusional
say it's not that deep
Brie Williams
Your head between my thighs
Your tongue between my lips
Knees squeezing your shoulders tight
I could get used to this
tears glisten in the moonlight,
but it shines too bright.
blocking out reality,
and the sad fatality.
of my heart,
and it's broken parts.
She loves so wholly
But even god himself knows
She can’t be fulfilled
Pagan Paul
Last night
she said I was cold.
Surrounded in a halo of frost.
It burnt her fingers
as she dared to touch,
but there was little there.
Just … frost-bite,
and the sense
that she was alone in the room.
In body I was there,
but the Boat of Millions of Years
was sailing through my eyes
to the intended destination,
my lost mind.
She called to me
but I was to far to hear.
Down her soft cheeks
the tears did stream,
as she screamed my name
over and over.
She screamed until
the screams turned to sobs,
as the slow realisation
that I no longer knew her,
knew me, knew anything,
hit her like a wave of grief,
freezing her emotions dead.
Last night
she said I was cold.
And I was cold
because I knew that it was
our Last Night.

© Pagan Paul (16/02/20)
if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...
Is wondering if a  thks gc
Harriet Maguire
Feint blue lines
a red margin.
So crushingly lonely too.
It's not what I ever want for you.
For me to copy overleaf
wet with blue holes.
But oh God do I want for you.
So many nights I prayed
and now you're here.
The nib drags at the paper.
My copy book was right
and I pray some more
that you won't
for my poor handwriting.
I realized that I haven't posted in a while. Recently, I got interested in writing letters and sending mail.  I found some really nice penpals on Instagram but I would really love to write some poems for someone and read theirs, as well! You know, something to look forward to. This is sort of an unusual place to look for a penpal but do send me a message or comment if ever you're interested!
I'm a nice kiddo
bess goldstein
my life line moves across
your chest
your love line inches towards
my lower back
reading your palms
under the thin covers
summer air blows into our hair
permeating the smell
of grass and warm flowers

we embrace
the unknowable future crushed
between our palms.
reminds me of romeo and juliet when they first met, they fell in love through touching their hands.
Naive girl
Cool, happy tears, stream down my face

When I’m with you, the brokenness I knew, doesn’t leave a trace

I glance at you, drew, try to see if you love me too

Get caught in your eyes, like an ocean, dark

I’m drowning but I don’t mind, I pass on a Canoe

I liked him a lot, I was getting to know him too

But one look at you, and I am through

I’m back on the ocean floor
Darison Strange
We are what we eat
Can I eat someone disciplined
And abandon myself
To shed my self hatred
And become someone new
Michael Stefan
Love, unlike pizza,
is never good the next day
after it has grown cold
i met you
as the leaves fell
and the sky turned grey

the world grew cold
as my heart turned warm

i missed you
as the leaves grew back
and the sky turned blue

the world grew warm
as my heart turned cold
is it a dream
or a nightmare...

seeing your face
in my reverie...
Honestly, what is it to be having it... suddenly ?
Mystic Ink Plus
The Fall

The Rise
Genre: Observational
Theme: A moment in time
Note: When one is in the top, he/she has two options, either to rise higher or to fall. The more higher the rise is, the greater impact result if felled. But for the person in the ground zero, only way out is to rise.
And that is what life is. That simple.
everything you are

but you are still
Maybe one day I’ll write a book about all who have wronged me.
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

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
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.


You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
i miss waking up
with your heart in the
palm of my
happy monday, friends <3 i hope its a normal thing to feel like this. i know there's nothing wrong with missing her but a part of me feels just empty
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
michael cera
a cold, snowy night,

at your bus stop.

for a lifetime, i could stay.

holding my bottles,

i could be okay.

but i will never see you,

not your shadow, not another day.

so i will turn the other way,

a world apart,

our hearts remain.
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
I can’t  touch you
I can’t feel
I can’t kiss you
I wish it was real
You and me
I wish it was no fiction
No addiction
Because I have another but I still desire you
And only you
I don’t know what to do
What to say
How to make a move
I wanna prove that it’s me you really want
And this feeling will haunt me until I am yours and you are mine
That is when I will be finally fine
What equals Fear?

What equals Rejection?

What equals Love?

What equals Jealousy ?
Not love? Again fear?

Is this some paradox based on the thin line between love and hate?

I just wanna tell you I'm sorry for being envious.
I didn't want that.
I didn't even know I wanted only You.

I underestimated myself.
I can move on now.
The lesson is clear.
I just need to remove the Fear.
From You.
At night,
If I write,
I am that dot
On a tidy sheet
Left to move
Only latent views
Of an idle mind;
It is a sham.
I do not write.
I'm sorry I didn't kiss you
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