A boat
Royal and grandiose
cruising the waters
leaving trails of white foam
behind.
Dark surroundings
only a dim light
from the distance
pierces the blackness.
The engines rumble mightily
overpowering
the chatter of the passengers.
But then with a crash
it all goes silent.
The light goes dark.
The engine is still
and with a mighty sound
the regal ship
splinters into pieces
And all
Goes
Under
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 10:09 PM UTC
Fragile rosebud
Pink blush
Creeping up from its roots
Peeking out
From amidst the thorns.
Laced with quiet beauty.
Gentle poise.
Hope.
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 10:08 PM UTC
“My heart isn’t beating,
It’s throbbing in pain”
I live with that reality.
Literally.
For it’s permanently
Engraved
Upon my forearm
Once crimson,
Now a light pink.
If it’ll ever go,
I don’t know.
But that’s my battle scar.
That, and the other 500 cuts
I added.
It was my daily challenge,
To see how many cuts
I can achieve every day.
And yesterday I reached
Five Hundred.
Five hundred cuts that lie nestled
Between burns and bruises,
Dried blood and pinpricks.
Surrounded by holes, torn deep,
An opening to my soul,
Through my body.
It’s ****** up,
I know,
But this is where I draw strength from
When I am battling suicide.
When I’m out on the streets,
The pill’s in my hand,
The knife upon my chest.
I look at these cuts,
These ****** ugly marks
And I feel comforted.
These cuts will always stay.
They won’t leave me.
Unlike the rest of my world.
How can I leave them?
And so,
I stay.
For my scars.
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 10:30 PM UTC
Her eyes.
They overflow.
Two small pools
Cascading over.
Deep blue
Battling with
Pure white.
Fragile glass.
Two silent trails
Of salty tears
Trickle down
Her cheeks.
Open wide
Filled with worry,
Pain and despair.
A life story,
It tells.
A whole world,
A troubled world
Expressed
In those
Deep rivers
Of sorrow.
Her eyes say it all.
So much pain,
So many hardships
In her young life.
Still a teenager
Thinking like an
Adult.
Life experience
Too much to fathom.
But the world is blind.
Blind to the fact
That all she needs
To heal her aching heart
Is love.
Blind to the fact
That they have the power
To lessen the pain
Of a weary, beaten, challenged
Teen.
So, they go on
With their serene lives
Not giving a thought
To the soul
They can save.
Leaving
Those two expressive eyes
To wallow
In the unabating
Grief
Her life
Consists of.
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 10:28 PM UTC
She slings her deep blue backpack over her left shoulder
And takes a swig
From her plastic water bottle
Swinging one dainty leg
In front of the other
Carefree
She whistles merrily
As she begins the three hour long trek
Up to the tip
Of the steep mountain
Where her family is vacationing
For the summer
Having just been awarded
Her college degree
She wished to remain
In the city
For just a few days
To fully conclude her year
Before joining her parents
And siblings
In the country
Now armed with a map
She courageously hikes up
The mountain
To meet her family
Two and a half hours in
She's panting
Out of breath
Sweat trickling
Down her back
Her water's gone
As is her will
And energy
Step by step by step by step
She pushes forward
One leg in front of the other in front of the other in front of the other
She pushes forward
She stops to rest
She gazes up at the beating sun
Squints in pain
And looks down - almost
For her eyes got caught
On something else
Something queer
Something strange
She shields her eyes
With her hands
And takes another look
Expecting to laugh
At her overactive imagination
The sun rays blocking her vision
But alas, it is there
A thick tree
Then a thick branch
Then a thick knot
Then a thick rope
And then,
A purplish face
A limp body
Whites of the eyes
Rolled up to the heavens
Tongue lolled to the side
Mouth foaming at the corners
And then a neck
And arms
And legs
Hanging forlornly
Dangling like a puppet
A mangled puppet
Her stomach churns
heart sinks
Eyes tear
Then the sun moves aside
And her heart lurches
As the corpse
Comes in to view
Clearly this time
An anguished, piercing wail
Rips from deep within
That horrifying corpse
Is that of her mother's.
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 10:26 PM UTC
Poetry
Unadulterated emotion
Sculpted art
Beauty in its rawest form.
Poetry
Pure eloquence
Shimmering gems
Unearthed.
Poetry
Sparkling waters
Flowing
With grace,
Heart,
Depth.
Poetry
Whispers the truth
Of humankind.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 4:44 PM UTC
Hear my voice.
I know it’s unspoken,
It’s a silent scream.
It is sensed only
With a true heart.
Not just anyone
Hears my silence.
It requires utmost sensitivity
To see what is lying beneath.
A whole world
Hidden inside,
A complex world.
A maze of
Emotions, struggles, confusion,
Questions, joy, sadness and grief.
All intertwined as one.
The making of me.
It’s just not exposed
For the world to see.
I keep it within.
But please,
Hear it.
Listen out for it.
Its my soul speaking.
Is that truly so unimportant to you?
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 8:25 PM UTC
Ripping skin
Bleeding heart
Intertwined as one
Yet worlds apart
Pain
Both emotional
And self inflicted
Physical
Metal
Digging deep
Tears of true,
Searing agony
I caused blood
I was in control
Finally the one
To create that hole.
Intense burns
Throbbing pain
But my eyes see
Only the gain
Not the blood
Not the scars
Just all my victories
My conquered wars.
Moans of pain
Are music to my ears
They wash away
All the fears.
The fear of being controlled
Emoting by someone elses will
The fear of not living a life of my own
My story written by anothers quill.
So I stare at the blood flowing out
With gratefulness in my eyes
For all the pain I endured
This is my prize.
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 9:48 PM UTC
I just created a world.
A world
Where clouds hang low,
But I search
For the sun above.
A world
Where voices are raised,
But I listen
To the beauty of the unspoken.
A world
Where children are hit, left with scars,
But I look
Deep into the soul beneath.
A world
Where people are judged,
But I see them
As part of my nation.
A world
Where Gods presence is hidden,
But I feel it
Through the dark.
A world
Where everyone’s too busy to care,
But I take the time
To truly connect.
A world
Where pain is almost everything,
But I celebrate
The joyful moments.
A world
Where a life is taken for granted,
But I cherish it
More than anything else.
A world
Where people talk unthinkingly, uncaringly
But I put my heart
Into all that I say.
A world
Where love has vanished,
But I find it deep down
and uncover it.
A world
Where people are so lost,
But I see the strength
Through it all.
A world-
It's so imperfect,
But I know
If I look deep enough
I’ll find the perfection.
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 9:18 PM UTC