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 Sep 2019 Addi Anderson
alice
march 26, 2019

despite all my cracks,
i still put on my mask
Hide the flames churning inside
Hide the flood of tears in (crossed out: your) my eyes
Hide the rocks weighing down

my

soul.
word for word. obviously I'm not feeling so hot right now...i mean I've posted a ton of vents in like 5 minutes. this is a diary entry i made a while ago of course but yeah..
your love runs dry
it always rains
you’re the reason
for my worst days
the blues I choose
the shades of gray
you paint the sky
on my darkest days
I hate you most
but I hate the way
you’re still the sun
on my perfect days
I follow you
to the end
of the world
she said

but I am
not going there
he responded
and walked away
 Jan 2019 Addi Anderson
Wanderer
Artists are often
broken people
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
and although
being healed
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art
 Jan 2019 Addi Anderson
Mohannie
I’m blocked

Can’t think of anything to write
Searching for inspiration with a fight

I’m locked

Scanning my head for lines
Scouring my heart that confines

I’m shocked

Nothing to say
No words to pay

I’m clocked

Nothing on the sheet
The clock I can’t beat

I’m blocked?

Turns out I just wrote a poem
While suffering from writer’s block
Huh. I wanted to write something but I’m in writer’s block. Here’s the outcome!
 Jan 2019 Addi Anderson
E B K
Poems
 Jan 2019 Addi Anderson
E B K
My poems seem to have been
torn
apart
the edges frayed
the phrases broken
unable to be put
back
together
again
I seem to have all these snippets of poetry inside my head, but they haven't seemed to cohere lately. This is about that frustration.
 Jan 2019 Addi Anderson
Ariana
I seem to be fine
But in reality
I am dying inside
I hide behind a mask to cover the real me
People believe
I am this bubbly happy girl
But behind my mask
I am
Depressed
and
Insecure
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