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HP
When I heard the site might close, I was really upset.
Thanks to the admins and Eliot for bringing it back.
It’s not just a poetry site, it’s a place for sharing and warmth.
#hp
i watch as you walk by  
with hearts forming  
in my eyes.  
how i wish i were your mirror  
so you could see  
every single one of my whys.  

i don’t know what it is about you  
that makes me act like a total fool.  
maybe it’s the way
your big, brown eyes sparkle  
as you talk about your favorite sonic character  
or the way  
your lips part slightly  
as you draw the image of a girl  
you made up in your head.  

all i know  
is that i’m completely  
head over heels for you  
and just  
you.
 Sep 20 Dorothea Daisy
Kai
I used to burn my poems,
Seeing the words fade into smoke,
Now i bury them in notebooks
My mother will find
After i'm buried.
i kinda like the fact that if i do **** myself my mother will see all of my poems and see exactly where she went wrong
 Sep 20 Dorothea Daisy
Bri
You are the happy friend.
You seek compliments but you don’t believe them.
You can’t be the messed up friend because they have it worse.
You can’t compare because they won’t see it as bad as it is.
You are the happy friend.
You are the funny friend.
You are the safe friend.
You let them vent, you let them share.
You take the burden so they don’t have to. You carry their weight-
adding to yours.
You don’t let them see.
They check in with you but you know you can’t say anything.
You can’t trust them with your feelings. They don’t need more on their plate.
They can’t handle it, but you can.
You can’t be delicate.
You can’t be hurt.
You are unbothered.
Because you are the happy friend.
 Sep 20 Dorothea Daisy
Bri
Sometimes I stop eating,
just to see if they’ll notice.
Food becomes disgusting-
A horrible punishment,
A twisting of my mind and stomach.

I don’t hate food
I know I need it
Yet I still throw it away,
Hide the meal I never ate

Would they care?
If they saw the untouched plate?

I tell myself I’ll eat tomorrow.
I told myself that yesterday.

I know this isn’t kindness,
to myself.
I know this isn’t strength
It’s just a call for help.

Some days,
I just want someone to notice.
Notice what’s happening.
Notice me.
When society ,
says you're wrong about your rights
Question their answers.
 Sep 20 Dorothea Daisy
Bri
Do you remember?
The way I stood to the side?
The way you looked to her first?
Do you remember?
The way I never was a part of your joke?
The way you ignored me?
Do you remember?
The way I held back tears around you?
The way you never asked about me?
Do you remember?
The way I wanted to die around you two?
The way you ruined me?
Do you remember?
No.
Because I was never more to you,
Then a second thought.
 Sep 20 Dorothea Daisy
Bri
Love me like we’re underwater
Where I’m the only air you breathe
Love me like we’re underwater
Where nothing breaks the world we knew
Love me like we’re underwater
Drown with me
I’ll drown with you

Love me like we’re in the dark
Where silence keeps our secrets safe
Love me like we’re in the dark
Where only you can see me true
Love me like we’re in the dark
Fade with me
I’ll fade with you

Love me like we’re in a storm
Where thunder drowns the world out
Love me like we’re in a storm
Where lightning falls between us two
Love me like we’re in a storm
Break with me
I’ll break with you
took this idea from a prompt on pinterest
The world needs fixing
That much is true
But we can still make it heal
Let's just start with glue

Split it down the middle
Spew the venom 'round the side
It's not perfect, but it'll function
Maybe we're all a little broken inside
I dream of a day when war and suffering is over, where we can finally except our differences and shed light on our mistakes. No judgement. No cruelty. No insecurities.

If only...
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Enlighten the world,

tell them the cause of struggle,

Wait, your unable.
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