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 793° 
ok okay
Depression is numbness
Anxiety is pain
When they are mixed
It is like fire and rain
Except the fire never goes out
And the rain only becomes heavier
3am thoughts
 487° 
Ray Dunn
your heart
breaks different
when it beats
alone
idk something that just popped into my head
 475° 
Radhika Krishna
I'm thankful
for the
second person
living inside of me,
because i'm lonely
Who would I tell
all my troubles to?
 450° 
Floor
She's an unknown girl
Puts a smile on when she's ready
Walks past you fierce and steady
And you will never know what's going on
She's the one with broken limbs
Scratches and scars cover her skin
And she still remains an unknown girl
That's all she is to the world
 394° 
Ashly Kocher
The moment when
Everything is
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
Apart
But yet it’s
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
Right
Into place
 350° 
Empire
I can't bring myself to concentrate
Sit in class and find myself somewhere else
I'm either depressed or anxious
It's always crippling
Meds just make it all worse
Consequences are getting closer
They're going to call me lazy
They'll tell me it's my fault
I'll believe them
But I'm not capable of more
I'm not stable
I can't function
I can't do all this
It's too much
I can feel the panic
It'll come tonight for certain
I'm not stable
I'm not okay
I'm falling
Drowning
Fading
Dying
 240° 
Bailey
White Walls
Bleed black
Blood spreads
Dark as night
Not real
Make my nightmares
Disappear
Like the light
 238° 
Marquis
I truly don't want
to someday look back
and realize that my present
which will then be my past
was spent with my mind in the future
waiting for you
when all I really need
is Me, not you
Don't miss out on your present.
 232° 
Luna
Wrap my throat with barbed wire
clip my tongue and yank it out
sew my lips and make me
silent
 213° 
Carlo C Gomez
Remember,
the best things in life are free

...plus tax
...license
...and recycling fee
 200° 
Kambria Keelie
Unimaginable blessing
gone doleful
till next time my angel
Written during a time in my life that things got relativly hard and i couldn't talk about it.
 138° 
Wendy Andrew
I write because I think no one gets me
When I’m by myself I seem to get my words out fine and say exactly what I want to but when it comes to others I stumble on my words my accent gets in the way and I get emotional out of frustration.
However when I write its like speaking freely no one to judge me but me
I speak from the heart and I can think clearly
I close my eyes and picture the person in front of me and I let my mind become one with my fingers the pen and paper. When I’m done I always feel so much better because from beginning to end I live in that moment as if it’s really happening
I cry, I laugh and always find a reason to smile
I have that confidence I wish I had all the time. Then “BOOM!!” Reality sets in and it’s all over................
 131° 
Graff1980
There is nobility in humility,
but discipline and persistence
has its value in this resistance
and I am always seeking
that self-improving
human empathy moving
kind of thing.
 123° 
YusufKudsi
Black and white was my life before I met you,
Now flowers blossom in my heart.
Black is the days I don’t see you,
White is the nights I dream of you,
Blue is the teardrop on your cheek,
Yellow is your sparkling eyes,
Green is my life when you are by my side,
And red is my love for you.
 108° 
AS-
rolling hills
warm sunshine caressing skins
summers under the trees
and in them too

well it's winter now
and i can wait till summer
what else is there to do
its not destined for everybody
alone but im constricted
got unlimited supplies im the plug
so i get lifted
 101° 
Aléa Boodoo
One day someone will write my life in these words and fall in love
But what they won’t know is that this person is no longer here and now above
11/14/2019
ox brome
laze his
trim and
tire infibulate
below and
water sink
his quinine
if she
arise pain
that spirit
heed the
noxious mud
where gastric
in her
bone only
a Bon
there seed
 87° 
Amaryllis
:)
I’m finally becoming myself
 83° 
Ben Palomino
I woke up to find
a devil by my side
we began to dance
in the shadow of the
  dying sun

I look into the mirror
only to find
the spirit inside
has left my eyes

I
traded my soul
but cant recal

all was lost
and nothing gained
 72° 
Sofia Sonya
One day
     Or one night
You wake up in the middle of your life...
      and say...
      What’s wrong?
         Why are you crying?
            What are you missing?
Do you want to go back to sleep?

            No!

                 I want to live more!
                 I want to Love more!
                 I want to cry more...
                 I want to hug more...

Just Hug...
            and hug... and more...

Just for one day...
            or one night..
I want to stay awake...
           I want to be alive...

———•———
PS. ... but it’s  f**g  2 am...
...OK... but stay awake during the day... even when you go back to work in a cubicle...
               Do I have to? Yes...
 72° 
Manan sheel
Sometimes, I feel
that the modern world
has traded love, for clarity...

has traded flowery gardens,
for deserts.
has traded stars,
for a picture of stars.
has traded dance and songs,
for analysis.
has traded ecstasy,
for mere control.
has traded heart,
for mind.

has traded life,
for death...

© Manan sheel.
 72° 
Jo Pietersen
the wrong one
will find you in peace
and end up leaving you in pieces

only the right one
can find you in pieces
and guide you to peace
 69° 
EpiPen
I am a cold star
Never got to burn
I am in between
And Blending in with most interplanetary things
Never was a bright star
Not meant to light up the sky
You won’t see me from afar
And I won’t see you where you are
your love is deadly;
only you
could break me twice.
- heaven was amber nights spent under the sheets with you.
 69° 
Jordan Norwood
Stars above,
glistening the sky.
Golden teardrops fall from high.
The weary moon begins to die,
As the city sings a silent lullaby.

The wind blows soft,
the leaves flow far.
The night falls and tumbles hard.
The stars align,
the moon now cries,
As the city sings a silent lullaby.

The sun slowly rises.
The stars slowly die.
The night loses feeling,
the day comes alive.
Morning creeps slowly,
night falls behind.
As the city sings a silent lullaby.
 67° 
Styles
The way your body language speaks is unique
the more I learn, the more my curiosity peaks
to each your own,
your moan,
makes me weak
the sound alone,
haunts my bone,
for weeks.
 65° 
Lemon
and i miss that feeling,
i miss that time,
i miss my love,
and i miss those eyes.
 63° 
Mitch Prax
All these drinks bring back
memories of all that I
would like to forget

9:59 PM
14/11/19
 58° 
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Explanation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect
I love you all!!

Welcome aboard newbies!!!

Who said explanation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!

Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
 58° 
melanie jackson
i sit alone
in a room full of people
i observe the groups
they laugh, they talk
i sit silently trapped
inside a cell i made myself
inside my head
i scream wanting to leave
wanting someone to save me
but lower i fall
i can fake a smile
fake a laugh but
what no one sees is the girl inside
but still i say i'm living
i can say i'm fine
but one day
when im older
i will defeat depression
our mouth a
furnace our
tongue of
tar
we spewed
hellfire
and burned
our
throat.
 51° 
Emma
chemical reaction, my molecules reach for your molecules
 50° 
Butterfly
The only art I'm good at, is the art of being lonely.
I painted something at 3am in the morning and I don't want questions, only compliments.
 47° 
Anton
I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs, ᴛʜᴇʏ sʜɪɴᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ,
I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ,

I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ Sᴍɪʟᴇ, ɪᴛ's sᴏ ᴄᴀɴᴅɪᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴏʟ,
I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɢɪᴏᴜs ɪᴛ ɪs,

I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀs ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ,
I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ғᴏɴᴅʟᴇ ɪᴛ ᴇᴀɢᴇʀʟʏ,

I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴍᴇʟʟ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀғᴜᴍᴇ,
I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴍᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ,

I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ, I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴɪǫᴜᴇ ᴘʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ, ᴄᴜʀᴠᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢʟᴇs,
I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɪᴛ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ I ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ,

I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘs ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴡᴏʀᴅs,
I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘs ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs "I Lᴏᴠᴇ Yᴏᴜ"

I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ,
I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ.
 44° 
Steve
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
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