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 1279° 
patty m
Falling
volumes collide
with stationery and
ebony ink, now black cats run
amok!
surrender hind-legs
targets yellow spines
yellow stems
flowers blend into frogs
tree frogs tree apples
tree fruit heart numinous
nervousness next level
levitation into vibration
watermelon seeds
stars, steam, sand and shadows
i allow
keep talking spinning
weaving the stars
love is a happy motorcycle
bathtubs zoological
sisters straight eyed sailors cumber-buns saviors
yawning in the wind
at the hint of a spark
gravity embarks on sacred journeys
desert walks soul visions
quest into westerly winds
pools of tough romance tough love
chances are that now and then
we will pretend
that we are more compassionate
then we are
 240° 
mollie
sitting underneath the stairs, i realized suddenly:
i could die here.

i could die here,
and would anyone know?
i could die here, under the dirty staircase,
and nothing would change.

a friend of mine came for me eventually;

someone i don't know too well,
but well enough.

and she squeezed my hand and told me,
"you're not alone."

as my breathing grew ragged and my chest constricted and my eyes ached, i belatedly realized that was the most terrifying prospect of all.
only thing worse than feeling alone is knowing that so many others feel alone... hope everyone out there is feeling loved
The American Preacher

It must have been in the middle or late fifties that
a famous preacher was coming to our town,
a big circus tent was erected beside the evangelical church
to acuminate the throng.
This was pre-TV time, and there was no entertainment
except walking in the park and feed the birds,
this man's appearance was rock-star news.
He spoke fiercely in English and a person beside of him
translated; it was so odd many people were
in ecstasy hollered hallelujah, and prayed with the preacher.
He was a gigantic fraud of course, and my mother said so too
but she was a communist and disliked America.
Today, in a newspaper on the net I read he had died at ninety-nine.
Billy Graham was his name.
 240° 
Simpathi
Left here with options,
Falling from fate.
Never did see them,
Til' it was too late.

Saw it in her eyes,
Colors of fantasies.
But she never knew,
She lacked the keys,

Unlocking my door,
Finding my splinters,
Locked in my core,
But never is in her.

Her eyes spoke of hope,
Faith in her dreams.
But she’ll never know,
She’s not what I see,

When I look at my future,
Seeing my beauty,
Visioning of her,
She’s all I see.

Caught in the middle,
Of all these affections,
My conscience dwindled,
My phone’s dead reception.

I want to leave,
This place full of greed,
Only to bring,
The girl of my dreams.
So many options but she's not one of them... S.B. <3
 237° 
Karlos Acosta
A total stranger came to you,
with no history of knowing you.
As he looked over and gazed at you,
he showed great love for you.
He picked you up with care,
and held you up with warmth to share.
He walked away with you in his arm,
stroking your head with so much charm.
As he walked away with so many years,
he was leaving our household full of tears.
You brought happiness to my daughter’s heart,
and sorrow when you had to part.
I know you would have licked her face while she cried.
Thank You for always being by her side.
 230° 
Hannia Santisteban
I convince myself he doesn't love me
and he does not love me.
He tells me I'm beautiful after we fuck.
I can not call it making love, I will not
disguise a moth with a butterfly.
I will drink whiskey to get the taste of his lips
out of my mouth for the next week.
He calls me Friday because that's all
I'll ever be. A Friday night you'll regret
come Monday morning.
I compose a text asking about his day,
I write him a letter, letting him know
I left the door unlocked so he can come in
on Friday.
I do not send the text.
I do not send the letter.
On Friday, I change my name to Tuesday.
I don't tell him I love him,
but I do love him so.
 230° 
Madolyn
My friend
Please
Take a moment
And imagine yourself
A few years from now
It doesn’t matter what it is
Just know that if you do this
You’ll never know
If you’re right

Life is hard
It’s full of many battles
And your mind might be one
But that doesn’t mean that
You can’t overcome it
So take a moment
And breathe

I’ve never seen a future
Shine so bright
Colleges don’t ask for you
For the fun of it
So take a moment to think about
The fact
That you’ll be okay
 193° 
Matt Shaw
when life forgets itself
you're floundering, rambling on and on
splayed out for the world to see.

you're turning a deep shade of red
the cheeks and ears fill up with hot blood
and there is just no right answer inside the body

the bitterness lingers, even when you laugh at yourself
you feel wrong, and silly
and you cringe at yourself

all the moments like this become one
and in self reflection, you wince.

it's not something you or anyone else wants to handle
they take a pass, you sink down
you experience suicidal thoughts

a seed of hatred for the world is planted--
do not water it with your blood.
find a way back to balance
make a statement of love in the universe.
 156° 
mrk
i have a strange dream
where every six months
i pack up and move cities
change names
change looks
change crowds
become an entirely
                           new
                               person
and i will be a mystery
truly known only to myself
but for now i can only be the me
i have always been
but one day
i will be a new person in every city
and i will live life in every way one can
 138° 
G
A glance to the right, and she walks through the door. Two seconds too long lingering on her face. Assessing the “threat”, finally looking away.

Country music blares, we’re seated at the bar. She couldn’t get a drink until I walked in. “Service with a smile” they say......Fuck that.

Driving down the road I’m stopped at a light. A cop pulls up next to us. She begins to shake.....

A joke taken too far, she’s forced to laugh. Convince herself it’s funny so it doesn’t hurt.
compare her skin to paint being chipped away time and time again until there’s nothing left.

Comparison. Yes. Compare her to the “friend” you have. You mean that one black guy you spoke to once. I mean you guys were polite so it counts right? Nice guy, never had a problem with him.......wait why would you?

I never understood until I met you. Now I’m ashamed. Ashamed of my pigment of who those people are, convincing myself day after day I’m not like the others. Asking for repentance for the sins I’ve been taught to commit in the past. A 10 year old racist child a model of her mother the epitome of casual racism. Adopting pop culture I’ll never appreciate or understand. Liking “hip-hop” but making remarks about the singers.

I met you and my blindness is gone. However my privilege remains. A broken tattered skin that I’m forced to remain in. Claiming a heritage that I’d kill to make disappear.

I wish  I could protect you. wrap my arms around you tell the whole world they’re wrong and never let go. I’d buy you a space suit, to protect you from the contaminated air, and the hate behind those meaningful stares. Cover you in a blanket of love and healthy normalcy.

If only love could break down walls and form revolutions. Because if it could, baby this would be a world full of real people and real solutions.
 125° 
Rəhman JA
She's cause of my tears,
All my smiles
All my regrets
And all my life.

Her smile is divine,
Her eyes are like a sun.
But she's not smile to me,
She doesn't looking me.

Her hairs is waterfall,
Her voice is the music.
But i can't comb them,
She doesn't talk with me.

Her face is perfect,
Her dreams are so big.
But i can't see it,
And i'm not in these dreams.

Hey stranger,can you kill me?
Can you bury me
Cause i can't see her.
Hey stranger,can you fill me?
With the love
Cause i have no more.

I'll wait
Cause i still have a hope.
I'll wait
Or i have also suicide rope.

I'm so tired from asking,
Why....
Why?
 125° 
Her
the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r
 117° 
Rebecca
True Friends
Someone you can count on,
People that will be with no matter what you do
People you can rely on for anything
True friends are important in life
Because if you don’t
You will feel lonely in life
True friends
Someone that with love you for you
People that you can put trust in
They will let you down once in a while
But come back
You will have fights once in a while
But they get resolved fast
They come around and say Sorry
And you know that you cant keep trusting them because they’ve been there for a while
Because in the end,
You love them no matter what
You will love them because
They are important in your life
Thank you for being true friends!
 110° 
WendyStarry Eyes
The human race
Our purpose at times
Seems to be to exaggerate
Setting ourselves for heartache
For we find great displeasure
In admitting our
Creation of mistakes
When stating the truth
Is all it takes
To find true pleasure
Where peace is made
 108° 
J
Knock knock.
I've been knocking on
your door
for a while now.

A question, a haunting thought,
"how long can I keep doing this?"

From a dark corner,
heard a whisper,

"that door will never open
if you have no place to
dwell inside."

My heart sank, like a rock
thrown in a lake.

I already broke my heart waiting.
I don't want to break my hand,
if I keep trying.
Knock knock. Drunk.
 105° 
Allie Sherman
You make me feel alive,
What does it matter if it hurts.
 94° 
irises
they told me to
take it as a grain of salt.

as if the words they said
did not rub into my wound

and burn
like salt does.

so here i am,
taking it like a grain of salt
the wounds burning through my skin
while i just smile like i always do.
A huge thank you to all who supported this work I had no idea it would get so much love
 91° 
Coraline Hatter
when I die

turn my body into ashes

and

spread it over the ocean

so I can go home

after a lifetime of feeling

homesick
Inspired by Amanda Lovelace's book "the princess saves herself in this one"
- a mermaid escapist
 85° 
Zoya Iqbal
Tonight my soul travels and stays beside you  

As the stars twinkle and moon shines

It watches you swift into your dreams

It flies with you to the world of your own

It stays to protect and guard  

It dances in the midnight up across the sky

It lives the night young and holds you tight

Oh the soul finds its solace in you

As the sun rises, you are to go and so do I

It kisses goodnight and hides itself away

It silently waits for its treasure to come back

Oh the lovely long nights , dancing souls and precious little hearts


-Zi
 84° 
James Jarrett
Not many marriages survive the death of a child
And now you and I
All old love aside
Are buried on that mound
Just as dead as he is
Just as cold and hard
We could not survive
And all we are now
Instead of you and I
Is just another statistic
 81° 
K Balachandran
a fast moving cloud,
soon becomes a flock of birds;
migrants in frenzy!
 80° 
VIVI
I should have a good day tomorrow
I say as I fall asleep
I should be productive
I think as I lay in bed in the morning

Nothing really gets to me
I'm also dissatisfied
Nothing is interesting
I crave everyone's attention

I say things that I'll never do
I try and be someone better
It just never works out
 74° 
Kayla
He heard the whisper of her voice in my ear
She had left all so long ago
Taken by the guy who stolen her
He stole her life right out of her hands
With that gun he hid in his pants
She whispers to him about that dreadful night
Even though she is not there
He hears her voice every night.
 72° 
Jessica
If you cared enough
You'd see through my scar's
If you cared enough
You'd see my tears beneath the smile
If you cared enough
You'd reach out and not say another word
If you cared enough
You would've stepped in
If you cared enough
You wouldn't have turned your back
If you cared enough
You would've heard my screams
Behind that curtined off wall
If you cared enough
You would have stopped the train in time
Written for a friend of mine who took his life at 13, just because he couldn't accept that he was gay. Rip Jaay
 67° 
Jude
I despise myself for not being someone you could love.
 65° 
Nightwolf
The sound of whispers
echo endlessly
in the souls
of the damned;
unintelligible words
commingled
with toxic silence,
the mind hovering
over the void,
suspended
by a single breath
held in nervous anxiety,
awaiting the nudge
of fates hand
-the exhale-
and then,
the slow fall.

Thus is taken the will
from the life ;
thus the seedling
tears it's own roots
from the soil
-leaving itself to wilt
on the asphalt-
it's leaves turned down
hiding their faces
from the sun
they once adored;
the sun they now reject
for setting too often.
 63° 
Isaac Ward
We're still friends,
     Well, not really,
But we talk,
     Well, not exactly,

I text "Hi",
And you ask how I am,
But you don't care,
So I lie,

Or maybe,
     Maybe you do care,
But I can't see-
     Why anyone would,

So I say "Hi",
And lie,
And we don't talk,
When we talk.
 59° 
Monika
I am sitting down, pen in my hand, writing to you.
Because if I stop writing I am giving up.
so I will write.
until I can find words to reach you.
and until then I will wait here.
quiet,
alone,
and shy.

because I am not as confident as I look.
because I may not be in your reality.
I will not let the ink flow into a dark puddle.
 57° 
Eric the Red
The truth about poets
Is
They’re not all alike
Some are derelicts
Scalawags
Lovers
Sisters
Some say they’re writers
Instead of Poet
For they know what that puts
Into the minds of others
Romantic
Lethargic
Gypsy
Some will never write novels
Poems are their Ulysses
Their ‘Love in the Time Of Cholera
Some are sad
Withdrawn
Choose to live there
While some poets
Use their words
To claw their way out
Some have fallen out of love
&
Want someone
ANYONE
to listen
While some have fallen in
the deepest ocean
&
Want to tell the world
What this man
This woman
Means to them

Most write their verses
Alone
Some at midnight
Some at sunrise
Some with coffee
Most with bottles

Most will never see the reaction
Of many
Will never hear
‘I like that...’

And most don’t want to be famous
Or sometimes heard
We
Just want to be
Ourselves
 57° 
Erik McKee
it's 2 in the mornin'
i already messed up. i know that
my heads in a vice, cause i couldn't play nice.
but my God i pay the price every day.

for what i didn't do.
i keep messin' up. i see it.
my back's filled with knots, cause i could never take your shots.
but my God i loved you lots when you were angry  

despite everything.
your face, your eyes... like a kaleidoscope
what makes me cry is how many there are; could never go too far
but my God i still remember the swirl of hair on your cheek

and that's what bugs me
the blissful imperfection
that grown-up attraction, never promoting action
but my God i never feel a fraction of shame for a crush

it's a part of...everything
but it needs to build
like a crescendo (and forgive my innuendo)
but my God, (in the end, though) maybe you'll be the climax  

the end-all, be-all
the next step, in a stairwell
hopefully going up, so sure I'll take your cup
but my God, don't corrupt, be gentle
happy belated valentines
 55° 
rosecoloredpoet
I hate that I care so much
I hate how much you affect my day
How when you text me I feel alive
but when you are ignoring me the next day I die a littlebit inside

Why would you paint such a beautyful  picture in my head
When you know you can't love me back
Your thoughts are still going to a different girl but mine keep holding onto you
How do I do this? We are both hurting but for different lovers

I wish we could work
I wish you would realize that I would give you my world but no you don't care as much as I do I am just a rebound for all you knew
And you know what I hate the most?
I hate that after all you put me through I am still in love with you
 54° 
Joshua Hobbs
You were the Friend I should have met long ago...
Back before I had to ask myself "Why?"
Before I was broken and used.

Perhaps, we could have saved each other from that Fate.
On those stormy nights when the very Earth seemed to hate us,
I would have been there.
During those times the tears fell from an infinite source,
You could have been there.

Now, we've grown and our innocence isn't what it once was.
Still, I'd take your hand and walk into that vast meadow that once was a dream of a young boy.
With the Sun on our backs and the breeze kissing our faces, we'd know no struggle.

The torment of our daily routine would simply fade away as we waded across the golden sea towards ever after.

Now, we are Free...

Free to live as humans and not as a number or a prize to be had.
My voice would be the song that sang your praise,
my arms would be the castle that you lay claim,
and my promise would silence the yearning to be wanted.

With each passing step, I will be there.
With each passing day, I will be there.

My Dear Friend... You were the person I should have met so very long ago.
Hope. It's all we have.
 52° 
Panda
Sympathy
And
Empathy
To Me
Was as Confusing
As being Forced
To Spew
Fake Apologies
For a long time I didn't understand empathy, life was survival of the fittest and empathy/sympathy had no place
 48° 
harlon rivers
The trap was set by the light of the winter blue moon ;
just a simple blank sheet of paper and a pen
The Antique Cherry Grove carved poster bed stood alone ,
adorning four Bordeaux colored silk pillowcases ,
fluffed feather pillows impatiently laying in wait
The stone cold down comforter that blanketed the loneliness
was neatly turned down from where it lay tucked and rolled ...

I close my eyes with a surrendering sigh ;
the cold touch of solitude brings a breathtaking shiver
Curling up in a fetal ball for a sense of closeness ,
like a tiny abandoned child, waiting for the sandman
to steal away the remains of another lonely day ...

In the imperative silence of the moonlit stillness ,
you could hear the blood running through my veins
The pounding heartbeat is reluctantly softened
quietly drifting off into a dream ...

The first arousing whisper broke the silence ,
as musings tiptoed through the silent reverie
Songs danced throughout the secret places ,
safely kept out of the wilderness' nocturnal voyeurs view
Words murmured expose an unsated caged yearning ;
an insatiable thirst that aloneness can not quench ...

Emotions ebb and flow within the twilight depths
of our thickly breathed word play
Intertwined in the infinite beauty
of enchanting moonstruck conjured delights ...

We glide speechlessly in the starlit moon dust,
levitating blissfully like giddy adult playmates
with  an  uninhibited  wanton  glee
Mesmerized by a rousing romantic essence
stirring up an urgent swooning breeze
If only this recurring dreamfulness
could reach out beyond reach a bewitching dream
to tenderly touch another impassioned heart of soul ...  

                                 ~

The sweat soaked sheets are now tangled ,
twisted traces of ecstasy tossed and turned
Awakened flesh trembling with the morning chill
A body drained and exhausted
as if there were never a moments sleep ...

The trap was set by the light of the winter blue moon ;
perfectly placed to catch the spilled secrets
of a moonstruck midnight spell
Awakening to find a paling illusion’s memory
lay bare in words, stranded on the cotton sheets of dawn ~

In the heat of the night these three simple words 
were clearly scribbled on the once blank sheet of paper trap ―
                       to remind me in ink blue ...

                               It  is You !!!

                                    and

               " I breathe you in my dreams "



             harlon rivers ….❤  happy belated St. Valentines day ☽
Thanks for reading !!!

"Breathe You in My Dreams" ― Trixie Whitley
https://youtu.be/1nEnenji0PI
 47° 
Simoné
It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realize
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived
 47° 
alexa
you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.
I’m running out of steam
not really running
or out
it’s just the steam I have
keeps pouring
from my ears or some other place
my mouth perhaps
stuttering white plumes
into the immeasurable air

I see these words
they are not mine
but I snatch at them
like a needy child
who wants a drop of sugar
on their tongue
avoided opportunities
line up in the mailbox
or come through
in a current of pixels
another wave
here’s another wave

and you cannot catch waves
they fall to rise
in the space it takes to say
what are we doing here

they won’t know who you are
unless you tell them
they won’t ignore you
unless you feed them the chances

your breath
rattles in the throat
your head a swarming oven
of half-baked phrases
and burnt segments
of many a yesterday

where you missed the mark
or never hit it

because the steam
that should exist does not

you grab at open doors
knowing you wouldn’t step
inside
Written: February 2018.
Explanation: A rambling poem written in my own time - feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
 46° 
Midnight
Your naked body
Pressed on mine
We kissed

I thought that
I should feel
Something

Thrill, euphoria
Lust, love
Or bliss

But no
I felt
Nothing
And I'm very sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me.  You are everything I have ever wanted, but for some reason touching you leaves me blank.  I feel nothing.  And I am sorry.
 46° 
Vale Luna
(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.
Forward: from the victims perspective.
Backward: from the murderers perspective.

This TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE
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