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 Apr 2018 DT
Grand Piano
Steps
 Apr 2018 DT
Grand Piano
Step 1: Get out of bed
Step 2: Look in the mirror
Step 3: Practice your smile
Step 4: Eyedrops to hide the red eyes
Step 5: Conceal the dark circles
Step 6: Breathe
The curtains are almost up
Step 7: Lock down the pain
Step 8: Ignore the weight on your chest
Step 9: Silence the screams inside of your mind
Step 10: Choke down the sobs
Step 11: Ignore the stinging in your eyes
Step 12: Swallow past the tightness in your throat
You’ve put on this show a million times
Step 13: Don’t let them see
Times up. Curtains up. Camera rolling
You know how when you’re not ok but you try so hard to pretend you’re ok that it becomes a ritual
 Apr 2018 DT
matthew
coming out
 Apr 2018 DT
matthew
unspoken words,
years of silence

it is time
to spread my wings

to embrace;

i am transgender
 Mar 2018 DT
Marty
Will Time Forget
 Mar 2018 DT
Marty
So gorgeous the crimson flow.
Pirouetteing down the promenade.  
Precariously dangling,
Waiting
for gravity to grasp and perfect it's fall.

Tranquil sanguine pools
Accumulating
Glistening
Gathering for stories
To be told.

Gentle sighs in the pale moonlight
Amid the chaos and confusion
Mesmerized by the serenity
Peace at the razors
Edge

Who shall see
The glory within me.
Who shall see
The beauty of the stories
Told

Tilt the rocks not
Toward the earth
Let them fall
Ears they had not
For the screams to be heard

Gold, nothing did it mean
A kind word upon the lashed
Eternity would it have soothed
Now it's the ravens nest
And mortal wound

How was it not seen
The deathly gleam
About it they talk
Never will it be
Never?

Now the tears ask
For the answer they will never get
Upon the fresh soil they sit
Moistened ground, green grass
But, time will never forget
How Many times must we yell, how many times must we beg, before someone hears our please. Those who don't talk about it are serious. The others aren't. Wow. I guess people only want to hear about the roses are red and the violettes are blue.
 Mar 2018 DT
Brendan Roher
A true friend, through the eyes of me
And as others may not see, he had his own way with me
Inspired my hand to glide and glee
Far away from me
Like no one else had seen;
On depressed days, he’d comfort me
Belittled by the daytime, he’d come at night, eyes drifting on their own, shining for me
I wavered in his eyesight,
Green and meticulous-
Got caught up in his self-assured might
Amorously, I’d wonder about him
In my nightly dreams;
Eyes craving a man of greater curve, slightly more assured
But I’d find none, after days of pondering
I’d wonder how he came to me
Why he left me so, hanging;
And it’s true- that’s how I found him too, oddly
On that one forest tree
The day I said it was the last he’d ever see of me
 Feb 2018 DT
Written On The Road
I could miss my stop,
miss my future by a block
and change my life forever.
I could venture,
take a tour,
let you drive me gently into that good night;
or, I could dream,
my head on your shoulder,
drifting asleep while you drive.

You could meet my eyes,
watch me watching you,
in sneaky furtive glances.
You could think it too,
the many untaken chances,
and the stolen moments,
the missed connections,
life’s incomplete passes.
 Feb 2018 DT
aviisevil
you left me so broken
and i kept counting my days

you left me so open
and i mourned for you to stay

you kept me for an ocean
and i drowned down and away

and it feels as if i have
just awoken,
it's such a sad day,
and i have nothing to say

so, here's my song
with my tears golden

you told me how precious
i was, until you found a place
to replace my face,

and now i feel so rotten,
so, small and forgotten

it's a vicious tale,
and the words don't fade,

your luscious hair and
brown eyes,

made me believe your
every lie,

this delicious air,
and the crowned skies

make me wither,
and it tastes bitter
more than i,


and i thought,
more than i,

is you, but it was a lie;
you were never my home,

and i can't deny,
what nobody tells you,

about the blues,
heart and the stone

it's not the love, nor hate
but the anger that fills you
once they're gone.
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