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 Nov 2022 IrieSide
Kayla Gallant
Slipping slowly into insanity
She smiles knowing she has found
Her home deep inside
The darkest corners of her mind
Messy little short poem I wrote while my brain was turning to mush.
 Nov 2022 IrieSide
Kayla Gallant
Hold me close to your beating heart
So I can learn
How it feels to be alive again
I’ve been feeling quite hollow lately.
 Nov 2022 IrieSide
Anais Vionet
I was dazzled - in
a summer spell - did we both
name it as special?

Was it the summer
freedom - the sparkling lake
that summoned magic?

The constant sun sent
a subliminal message
with its rise and fall.

It won’t last, it said,
there's an expiration
date approaching fast.

The short-lived summer
proved a brief, insubstantial
memory making.
Summer spells are sweet but fleeting
 Aug 2022 IrieSide
Graff1980
I met a monster
and I called her mother,
dangerous to no one other
than myself.

Every night she would berate me
make me think that she hates me
as she violently laid her hands on me.

I feel like I would have been safer
in the arms of any stranger,
cuz a decent person
wouldn't put that kind of hurting
on someone they claimed to love.

All the years that I lived with her
I learned how to suffer
indignities like they were trivialities,
and with each verbal and physical attack
I learned how to turn my mind black
and inwards towards
my own sharpened sword
as I skewered myself.
 Aug 2022 IrieSide
Graff1980
I’m repulsed
by callous jokes,
from wealthy blokes.

How rich men thrive
while the innocent die
choking on their own bile.

A thousand lives
of hard knock
lessons we learn
as businessmen
take their turns
making cities burn
with bombs
that blow up
leaving children
growing up
and crying out loud,
“I miss my daddy.”
 Aug 2022 IrieSide
Graff1980
The lion is
lucky if
the lioness
doesn't give him
a violent kiss.
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