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 Sep 2016 Bree marie
Selio Aras
Isn't it ironic,
how we tell others to stay strong,
yet we cant do it ourselves?
Everyone seems to think
I am the “master” at
solving problems but,
I can't even figure out
how to solve my own…
 Sep 2016 Bree marie
Rachael Judd
Anxiety
Controlling my everyday life
Anxiety
Taking my heart and throwing it against the wall
Anxiety
Wrapping around in my head to consume my thoughts
Anxiety
Crying and screaming against my throat
Anxiety
Crashing and thrashing its way into my body making me shudder
When theres a knock at the door
Anxiety
Lighting fires to my insides
Anxiety
Making my hands shake so someone will notice im unbalanced
Anxiety
Life ***** and I want to leave this place people call home, because no where is home anymore and I cant feel safe unless I am free
 Sep 2016 Bree marie
Ramin Ara
Smile
 Sep 2016 Bree marie
Ramin Ara
Behind every smile
Of beauty
There's an untold story
To joy
Forever
 Sep 2016 Bree marie
Tiana Lloyd
I hide you in my poetry,
In every ink stroke, blot, and flow.
I hold on tight, clinging to your memory,
Not ready to let you go.

I hide you in my dreams,
In order to visit you every night.
We'd live forever there together,
Until I'm robbed of you by light.

I hide you in my actions,
In every decision, in every thought.
Remembering your mannerisms,
Only to repeat what you have taught.

I hide you in my tears,
In every drop, stream, and stain.
Pondering in stoic sorrow
On your affinity to cause pain.

I hide you in my soul,
And tether your essence to my heart.
I still cherish what once was had,
Despite this rift, despite this part.

I hide you in my smile,
In recollections of together.
However, it is time to say goodbye,
For nothing lasts forever...
some music
makes you feel
so very old and wise
so full of aching joy
and knowlegde of the world

it sums up
   all your life
   in sound

dew drops
   brilliant in the morning sun

haunting your memory
   beyond recall
All these haters call me gay as an insult
Because they want me to like ***** because that's what they are.
Gay guys will never bother me, they're just human beings.
Many of them are terrific ones at that.
I like long titles for poems now, it's wildly fun. I'm a straight ally and i laugh my **** off that people think calling me gay is going to make me mad.
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