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 815° 
Nolan Morris
It just is

The red-bellied woodpecker and I
are one. It has always been
that way. See the blue sky?

And do you see all the ways
a cloudy world wishes to have
its say? Twisting and pulling.

Twisting and pulling. Twisting
and pulling. Yet, the red-bellied woodpecker
and I are one. It just is.

And you and I are one. Calling
out is the sky. The sun begs
the questions to be done. A ball of

Fire. And all this twisting
and pulling. Twisting and pulling.
Strung out and wrung out --

And a woodpecker. Red-bellied.
         In the sun. In the sky.
                And you

And I
 276° 
Miles Martinez
I am so tense.
I am so dense.
I am so small.
But, I can call
"I am still here"
I am still here
 250° 
w m
96
we do not owe politeness if we feel unsafe
 220° 
Bhill
Everyone’s basket is so full
What is in them all
Does anyone know

Brian Hill - 2019 # 312
Who knows?
 220° 
Myka
x
your sword is pointed at my neck,
so go ahead and slit my throat.
you'll see no fear in my eyes when you do.
the tip of my dagger already did its job,
and soon, the poison will **** you too.
 212° 
shuble
words are things people call beautiful
but really
is it the words or the order that we admire?
I am in the absence of knowing where this came from. I just have been thinking about it, and... it is factual.
 180° 
Berenicee
You were my true love what happened?
Was I not good enough?
Was I not pretty enough?
My soul is tearing apart
I was your light
When did I turn into your darkness?
I was the apple of your eyes
When did i become nothing in your sight ?
I was your present and future
When did I became your past?
 171° 
Joseph Rice
Like a memory of the present
A voice speaks
“I am coming"
Ambiguous meaning
Purpose
Vivid as scratching an itch.
The impression of vast emptiness
Overflowing
Just feels right.
 160° 
Lost
I DON’T WANT ANYTHING
I JUST WANT
TO BE LEFT ALONE

I RESENT THAT YOU CARE

LET ME GO AND
TURN YOUR BACK ON ME
SO I CAN FIND MY PEACE

I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU

BUT IT’S AWFUL HARD
NOT TO GET YOU CAUGHT
IN MY CROSSFIRE OF PAIN

SO LEAVE ME ALONE

YOU’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT WORRYING ABOUT ME

AND I’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT HAVING TO RESTRAIN MY URGES
FOR YOUR SAKE

I COULD FINALLY MELT INTO MY ILLNESS
DRIPPING INTO ONE ANOTHER
UNTIL I’M UNRECOGNIZABLE

LET

ME

GO

PLEASE

YOU’D BEST BE ON YOUR WAY
OFF IN A SEPARATE DIRECTION
TOWARD BETTER THINGS AND PEOPLE

BECAUSE I AM TIRED OF FIGHTING
SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU KNOW
AND I’D LIKE TO REST SOON
 146° 
LoyalDreamcatcher
Stained glass
With blood
 136° 
Scott F Hemingway
a glare
to pair
my sleeves
with her
now till
midnight as
the river
was in
phase with
the moon
and nigh
the grain
was wet
and newly
together in
scores of
aerobic rites
happy Friday the thirteenth
 128° 
Corrinne Shadow
When I was small
I wrote a song.
It was as wild
As it was long.

I did not know
How to write words
And so I sang
With the morning birds.

Now I am grown,
I am depressed.
I write long things
Just to impress.

I do not sing,
I only sigh.
When I was small
I was alive.
 117° 
I am you
You and I
are like the wind and the waves
One pushes, one flows
Creating ripples
That bend the light
Into the cycle that called life

Sometimes gentle
Sometimes harsh
Sometimes with leaves
Sinking under the surface

In a lake
or a river
or the sea
we danced and loved
through lows and highs

You are invisible
but you make me wave with love
Until I flip under and over
Nowhere to hide

We create and destroy
We hug, and we fight
In every second
United and separated at once

So perhaps is alright
For without you I can’t survive
As when the wind stops
The wave too dies
 116° 
Sehar
just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.
______________

even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.
haiku.
 109° 
Aasiyah
finally my fantasies are real
everything i wanted to ever feel
everything i wanted you to be
now youre with me, my doll

i wanted glass
i wanted diamonds
i wanted beads
i wanted jewelry

anything that sparkles like your eyes
anything that fills me with greed
anything thats dangerously beautiful

and just be filled with

i wanted empathy
i wanted sympathy
i wanted loyalty
i wanted affection

anything that fills me with jealousy
anything that stabs so inefficiently
anything that stirs me relentlessly

like bottling a mermaids sing
anything that burns down the heavens
like ripping off an angels wing,
anything that burns down the heavens
 106° 
Anastasia
"you're so beautiful,"
i told him.
he looked away
"i'm not"
he said
"you're one of the most beautiful people i've ever met,"
i said.
"no,
i'm ugly,"
he told me
"i swear, there's something about, that's just
absolutely beautiful."
i promised.
he looked up
angry tears in his eyes
"No. You don't get it. I'm hideous,"
he yelled.
"you're so beautiful to me"
i said softly as he walked away
i tell him he's beautiful, but what i think doesn't matter to him.
This year taught me people will leave if you love and care about them so much.
 83° 
Chelsea
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
 82° 
hj
Our love
Is double suicide
 77° 
Nova
We
We’ve had promises broken
Words left unspoken

Tears on our cheeks
Lonely weeks

And yet
It still surprised me when you left me.
 75° 
Onoma
configuring pieces make

me laugh...guess I'm loose

in the dome.

Mikey boy, do me a solid and

tighten up those figures of

yours.

make sure it stays on the up

and up, here's my open arms

just in case.
 73° 
Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
 62° 
Anya
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
 62° 
Empire
I just... I just...
I just wanna lie in bed...
Take some more pills...
Take several more pills...
Until I drift back to sleep
Away from life
To be suspended in the unconscious
To forget
To flee
To escape
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
 60° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 56° 
Sophia
" Cut yourself"

Just a cut
Just a scratch
"What's that mark?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse
Just a lie
"What's with all the bracelets?"
" Just fashion, why?"
Just a tear
Just a scream
" Why were you crying?"
"Just a bad dream."
But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie
It's 'just one more' until you die
this poem is about me
 55° 
A
one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you
anymore

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

a.g
 50° 
s
‪Na aarzoo, na chahat‬
‪Labon pe hansi laani parti hai‬
‪Na qadar, na ishq‬
‪Dil ko band karna parta hai‬
Rough translation
-
Not a dream, not a desire
I have to bring laughter to my lips
Not valued, not loved
I’m forced to close my heart
 49° 
Varsha K
From here to you I say
Writing is your healing,
Never let it get away.
The community of lovers, hurts, addicts, wonderers & wanderers.
 47° 
Amanda Jane
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
05/30/2016
 46° 
eli
i am trying
to remember how to write

i can write this
can't I?
 44° 
Robby
My life is not what I wanted
Unmet expectations
Needs unfulfilled
My heart has grown cold

I need you to thaw this ice
Let the sun shine on my face
Warm my being
Before I destroy myself
 43° 
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
 42° 
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
 42° 
Stephen E Yocum
It happened again today,
as it does too often.
A super sized new roll of
toilet paper unwound off
the wall in a heap upon
the floor.

She followed me into the
bathroom and sat slyly
staring to gage my reaction.
I thought I could actually
discern a slight smile on
her enchanting face.

What is it about a house
cat that makes them do that,
unroll all the Toilet Paper?
Are they merely mischievous
or inherently evil? I am in a
quandary to know the difference.
Though it's a nuisance to reroll,
it always make me laugh.
But I never let her know that.
I would let her sleep on my bed
but you know what they say
about cats, she might just steal
my breath in the night.
 41° 
Skye
Sitting here alone with
a deck of cards
makes me wish
i had accepted your offer to learn solitaire
or
that you were here
and we could go to war
or maybe
i could build houses of cards
and we could
rule
a kingdom
together
 40° 
Sue Collins
Walking on air with that buzzing feeling all around you. Looking at people but not really seeing them.
Someone is talking. I can hear them. I realize it is me. Some odd kind of fevered chatter without approval.
My skin belongs to a stranger. It’s not mine to my touch. I’m turned inside out with no barrier of protection.
I’m a recognized bystander watching me through a kaleidoscope.  I witnessed my falls that came out of nowhere.
A slow good-by and now walking a straight line. But I have fond memories of my phase of delirium. It set me loose.
 39° 
SM2102
When the fire loses its blaze
And the water loses its grace
When the wind forgets its curiosity
And the earth gets lost in subdued morbidity

Even then, my soul would crave
for only one thing,
You.
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