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Never shall I wade,
Never shall I slip.
Into the depths,
Into the ooze.

Into the warm anesthetic flow of self ingratiation,
of fetid tumescent narcissism.

Nor shall I venture into the arenas;
Into those meat-rending chambers of razor- tongued, blunt- brained image brokers.
Rather that the screeching, grunting warthogs and  jackals of the underworld
should feast upon my stinking flesh.
Awesome Annie
I took you out of notebooks, so that my heart could heal. Had to stomach the reality, that you were never real. 

Pens once lost on pages, now crinckled on the table. Happily ever after, just a twisted fable. 

Erasing you from my soul, burned history marked with pen. So that I may forget my past, and attempt to begin again. 

I scribbled out old verses, I had yet to complete. Leaving behind our memories, ruin laying at my feet. 

What once was love filled margins, with cursive bent askew. Only to find that with time, my poetry is tainted with the poison of you.
You're a palatial asylum and a tumultuous storm,
An immortal voice like the raspy gale,
That lies next to me amidst the dappled grass;
I am not ignorant of your baneful presence.
If I navigated by the envious stars,
I would have immediately cut you off.
I lose myself everyday as I'm deafened by your icy anti-lullabies.
"We zagen alleen de fladderende vogels op de vlucht." — Eefje de Visser
That quote is Dutch btw.
You’re no Harley Quinn
But you romanticize mental illness
Like a comic book villain-
It’s comedically tragic
To play with the full deck
Devoid the Joker

The worst part about mental health
Isn’t keeping it a secret
It’s just the revolution glamorized
To sell you more ****;
If you're inspired you walk in the sun's light
Why be a mere flickering candle to another
For if the sun's not seen, sight's lacking not light
And even in the darkest night, the moon shines
But truly the consuming sun burns within
seen only with eyes not of flesh
For even the blind in the deepest depths see
To master my reality
I give it my all
To be one with nature
I obey natural laws
To experience this life
Of such pleasures and pain
To run in this race
Where winning is vain
To live like a fool
So eternally wise
To be loved unconditionally
Beyond my demise
All of these things
I hold in my heart
Creatively shaping
My collection of art
Traveler 🧳
My eyes have changed color…
To a lonely blue hue.
I wish I could wash away all the blues,
So my eyes could return to their cheerful, warm brown.

But the tears don’t feel like slipping out.

My heart feels heavy,
Just weighted down with strong emotions.
I feel as if my chest wants
To eject my heart for being so hard to carry.

This heart is so broken it hurts.

Oh, sadness...
How I hate you sometimes.
Michael T Chase
It seems like I'm a genius when I'm searching and finding answers so that I can figure out problems.
Also, when I'm asking questions it feels this way.
But when I'm pondering The Mystery I always feel inadequate.
When I'm trying to skim my mind for a metaphor for an unknown part of the universe, it is like my imagination has to solve for both X and Y.
Elizabeth Zenk
If I was supposed to
be defined by grades on
a paper, or by words in
a dictionary

I wouldn’t have
been born human.

If I was supposed to
be confined by margins
on an essay, or by stars
on a flag.

I wouldn’t have
the ability to create.

If I was supposed to
be defined by hatred
to my name or by my
disgraceful past.

I wouldn’t have
been born me.
Amy Perry
I’ll bloom in spring
Alongside the Californian hills.
When the rain paints
The terrain green
With speckled white wildflowers,
I’ll tiptoe on sunlight
to touch the sky.
I’ll be the brightest star
They’ve yet to discover.
Shooting, shining, falling,
And wished upon.
Dry land, crispy and brown
Underneath my feet on
A winter night.
abp & icp
I need to forgive myself,
Then only I can forgive you.
I need to love myself,
Then only I can love you.

If I could,
I would take myself far.
Far from me,
And close to you.

If I could,
I would erase myself,
And become you,
All of you.

But for now,
The need for I is greater than the need for than us,
The need for skin greater than the need for love.

If you could, would you wait?
I wish I could tell you when.

If I knew my body,
You would know mine.
If I knew my mind,
You would know mine.

But for now, let me dwell,
In this realm of unknown.
If I settle down somewhere,
I will let you know
Lauren Johnson
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
Yousra Amatullah
Leer van jouw ogen,
Zij zijn als boten welke altijd in goede conditie verkeren,
Zij zijn niet in staat te verdrinken door het water die haar binnenste opvult,
Verstrengeld als zij zijn, staan zij hoog terwijl de tranen die zij afscheiden zich naar het laagste punt wenden,
Blind of verblind, zij zullen altijd blijven werken - zij zijn op'gedragen.

Mijn geliefde peddelaar, waarom dwing jij je ziel dan te verdrinken in zeeën van gedachten welke het licht niet hebben gezien, noch de zoete smaak van zuurstof hebben geproefd?
English version in progress :)
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
The sun demands to be seen
When it dies
Esther L Krenzin
there is a well of sorrow
so deep
it cannot be articulated with tears
an ache
so fierce
it consumes you
until all that you perceive
is all that you have lost
Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.
Shannon Soeganda
Ever so yearned for.

Ever so short-lived.

Grateful all that I am,
for every single shale of reminiscence we spent---

our succinct, timed-sweet nothings

that are obsolete.
Yearning the misery she and I used to have,
Missing the victory she and I used to have.
My only used-to-be most befitting other half.
In Soviet Russia,

Consequence face YOU.
You Belong to Me
All the colors belong to my beloved
All the forms are of my love
There are flowers all around to bid
They are all from spring for my dove
Everyone says he is in me
All of these are definitely true
He is in my soul like a sea
She remains for ever but mine
Whenever you have to come, to go
In life you are definitely mine
And when I am no more to flow
All the roads are to my shrine
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright March 2021 Love is love
“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.
The stars stopped shining
I don't hear the birds anymore
The wolves no longer howl
I'm cold sitting here
your warmth has left me
my tears froze in time
my heart rots now
you left
not even
a goodbye
I kinda hate you now
but why do I miss you
After all this
I want to be done
done with these feelings
I want to hate you
but maybe I don't
at all
shianne rose
there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home
have got some bars
towards "Electronic Arts"
once I found out
you shut a game down
I went nuts as I lost my cars
several hours on visualizing of which were spent
thanks for all the time wasted
as I don't even have pics of them
awesome, amazing!
a kind of mood to dump on you
a cargo full of number 2
guess you've already figured out
what game this is about
it's "NFS: W"
better late than never
Not Rand
Pay attention - WIND DIRECTION
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!
Exclamation 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

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
We were special
late nights
falling asleep
on the phone
tone to tone
cheek bones hurting
from all the smiling
that was us
now there is silence
no good mornings
no sweet dreams
no thinking of you's
I sit here
heart sullen
crusted tears
salty cheeks
red stained lips
thinking of you
missing you
trying so hard
you confirmed all of my horrors
when you said you can't touch me sober
march 2017
Introduce me to all of your demons
Maybe they were once my acquaintances
Let me know of the bad news first
Then nevermind the good ones
Break my heart
Rip off all what's left
And don't ever try to mend it
Take everything that you'll find
I won't ask for anything in return
Because I'm okay with it
Wound what's almost healed
Let it bleed
Let me bleed for you
Leave a scar
And become my permanent mark.
you drew stars around my scars but now i'm bleeding
Sk Abdul Aziz
Children usually follow example more than any try and be the example for them.
Salmabanu Hatim
My thoughts are stuck in my pencil,
And the paper refuses to help.
Ashly Kocher
Looking for lost time is just a waste
You can never get it back, post haste
                   Gone by
The ticking of the hands
Is just the result of
                              Lost time
Kim Denise
It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
Neither could I **** you
Nor I could love you
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
The ground crumbles beneath my feet
Slowly chipping away at the foundation where I stand
There is nowhere left to go
I am stuck here on my own
You brought me to this place, void of life
Everyone, in the end is gone and I am left to fall all alone
Everyone that I loved
Every moment we shared is gone
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 like *******.
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 haven't had the chance
to know
if he loved me
the same way
I felt for him.

Perhaps it's good thing.

What we do not know
won't hurt us.
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