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He tells me to live more care-free
But I thought I was the one doing so all along
Buried Words
Trapped under my skin,
Dying to come out and play.....
Senali Perera
When the night is dark,
when the room is dark,
when the soul is dark,
when the mind is dark,

when the heart is dark

I wish to look into your eyes
through a million miles
through a million lives
through a million bygone worlds

I wish to look into your eyes
and dare you to survive,
dare you to breathe
dare you to burn the light inside your eyes
dare you to gaze back into mine

When the world is blind
when the world is fading
when the world is looking away
and it’s letting go of its embrace

I wish to look into your eyes
to make you feel
make you feel my presence
make you feel my warmth
make you feel my will to bear your weight

When everything is dark
I wish to look into your eyes
and urge you to carry on,
hold on to the soft darkness
soothe your weary soul
until it all gently goes away.
Times are hard for me, these days. Days spent in aches and torment, a short distance from grey to black. One recent night, when my heart and mind were black, I found myself in my room as dusk was fading. The room was dark, except for the glow of my computer. I was hurting real bad. To help myself, I had set a self-portrait of Vincent Van Gogh as my Facebook cover picture. Specifically, his eyes. So, that night, I listened to music and gazed at those eyes as they gazed back at me intensely through the screen. Van Gogh had a tortured life, he killed himself. And years and years later, his work soothed me in my utter desolate loneliness. I wrote this poem in the dark, wishing it would help anyone who would ever find themselves in the situation I was in. Tormented and alone. I imagined, someone would read this poem and be soothed even after my own death. That they would feel my gaze through my words the same way I felt Van Gogh's through his art, that night. Be soothed, dear soul. This poem is just for you, you are never alone. We're all together in our lonely minds, feeling and understanding one another's pain.
South by Southwest
I walk upon the flames of my regrets
Rip up the roots of consciousness
from the darkened depths

Someday when and where the river
kisses the sea
When all the stars chose to fall
And there is no longer a gift from the sun
Then I will let leaf
i am going to student counseling and so far it is a dream! by that i mean i haven't signed up yet.
meet me where heaven
sighs, sharing lovers full moon
we'll twinkle with stars
The Red Woman
the word "love"
does not exist
in the dictionary
that is me
blue of our planet
birthplace depository
we must fathom
we don't know what we've got
until it's gone

we don't know what's right
until it's wrong
someone please help me thinking of another title hahaha
I want to crush up Australia,
turn it to a pebble,
place it in my pocket and drop
the coastline in your palm,
all the coral
all the color.

All the dust;
the red,
voices so far away from us-
I’ll capture the sound,
the whimsy for our ears.

Do you see the water?
Flitting by the outlines of trees once alive-
the tired grey and the shimmering azure.
Do you see how it always hugs the land?

I’ll shower it,
I’ll trace the taproots,
down to every underground
that’s ever existed in imagination,
up to every cloud.
And just for a second
I thought we were real
He was like wine
Eager to open
But so hard to close

He left me patiently
For the
Of his Love
Jason James
I told myself I wasn't going to drink today,
Yet by noon I was already bored
And found myself on my way to the corner store.
3 tall boys down
5 more to go.
Maybe tomorrow.
You used to adore me
Then I finally let you in
And now all you see
Are my flaws and insecurities

Is it all in my head
Or did you prove myself right
Is it because of what I said
Or what I did that night

I was so stupid
I was so foolish
I knew I shouldn’t have done it
But couldn’t help and be selfish

All I wanted was to express
And now I’m depressed
Because of the excess
Actions I could’ve accessed

I can be obsessive
But please see my intentions
I was trying to be impressive
But all it caused was tension

This is my flaw, I know
I just wanted to show
All the love that you deserve
But it’s that I couldn’t preserve
Tanisha Jackland
Go to the Sea
and lumber in its air
until you feel
the iridescent breeze
will lead you to Her
Sea woman
ocean gypsy
with the night painted
on Her skin
She has shiny stars in
unkempt hair
find Her
remind Her
to walk like us
under the moon...
You found me in darkness
You held me
Despite cutting edges
You stilled me
A lover of dark
Though a beacon of light
You're a paradox, a saint
An angel
Wings ebony bright

What could I give you?
A lone wolf in the night
I live in shadows and blood
While a raven's
Gentle wings
Eclipse heavens height
Your own would disown you
If only truth they could see
What could I give
If I offered
What would there be
All I offer is pain
My Fire
And sweet misery

It is forbidden
So I will guard you
From my station below
Love you as dark to the moon
Through from a safe distance might
For our fire would be insatiable
Like the sun
Rivaling stars
Burning the night

I will wait, I will yearn
Continue and fight
For a day
The forbidden
May step into light

Realist I am
Some dreams I may never see
But if the leviathan rises
To end dreamers in all
Waiting in depths below
I'll be there
To shield you
Catch you when you fall
The only happy ending
From my vantage can see
Burnt in fur and tattered wing
Two broken souls
I will love you in darkness
The forbidden set free
Being real is
the simplest
form of honesty.
bitter salt
escaped the sea

at the rim of his lips the taste entered

and the saltiness
stung and stayed

for awhile like that in his mouth

like that it stayed
notes from the 98
Don’t want this life
Don’t need this life
Never asked for it
Can’t escape
Fenceless prisoner
Life sentence
Gone baby
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
You smile
I smile
You laugh
I laugh
You cry
I cry
You leave
Do I follow ?
Let's hold hands as we walk along the thorns that will bleed our feet, sands that will slow our journey and pasture that we will build our home
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.
Des Nicole
i give my all and give up everything for everyone
I **** myself trying to be there for everyone
I’m a shell of what I once was for trying to help everyone
But I do not get the same in return
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.
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
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   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
We are magnetic
But you put out fires
While I attract them
Yet somehow
I can never
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.
mila splawska
some people find heaven in
a smell, a taste or a sound
i found heaven in
my love
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Dada Olowo Eyo
In the matter of,
Justice versus commitment,
The defense argued lovingly,
About the prosecution's sweetness.
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.
Monica Alvarez
Many months have passed
Memories have turned to dust
Were you real or not?
"In the months that had passed, I would sometimes wonder if I'd remembered it correctly, or if time and far too much going over the events of that night had clouded my memory. "

-- Morgan Matson, Save The Date
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.
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.
some of us
weren’t meant to be happy
some of us
were meant to be poets
Nurul Husna
Have you ever felt like,
regretting yourself
after all the hard work
you've done,
sacrificing more than enough,
in return
wishing they could treat you special,
they all ended up treating you
not more than a
no,not even friend.
they call themselves friend
but they act like none.
at the end it's just
me,myself and i
my so called friends didn't betray me. they betrayed my hard work and sacrifice
silent library
those unspoken words on shelves
I ache to voice them
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