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 Jun 2020 Jessica
Colm
Comfort is a funny thing
All graciousness and charm at first
Like cotton down or endless cups
Or a pool of cool atop the earth

But in too much comfort and you will drown
In the constant reassurance of self worth

Too much of that comfort will actually keep you
From the discovery of new to be found
At work

And by work I mean
THE SEARCH
Stagnation kills creativity folks. Ya gotta take risks. Note to self.
 Jun 2020 Jessica
Colm
Which is the greater fear?
That you might
Despite all of your wishes
Be seen?
Or that you will find something
Once you truly begin looking?
My guess is that the truth of you
Lies somewhere in between
Lost but found
Like coins in this fountain of being
Young
(For now)
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PARKSIDE Memory 1
 Dec 2018 Jessica
arthohos
Untitled
 Dec 2018 Jessica
arthohos
I‘m emotionally
walking
away
from you.
You have stupidly
taken me
for granted, and I tried my best
to keep you
I crushed my ego to keep you
I..
I trusted you, and you ruined that.
I trusted you
thats just in the past now
 Dec 2018 Jessica
Abby
Good enough
 Dec 2018 Jessica
Abby
Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.
 Dec 2018 Jessica
Ally Ann
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
I wanted to say,
lock yourself in a room,
scream until you have
a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed
until you know that your bones
are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat
and all you can bleed
are your own regrets
and all of the darkness
you boxed up for inspiration.
Write your mom a letter,
tell her you're leaving
and you won't be back for awhile
Because being a writer is traveling
through all seven layers of Hell
and denying anything is wrong.
Forget loving yourself
when all you have is a pen and paper
fused to your wrist
and Jesus is tapping at your skull
saying turn back now.
Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning
It's just your soul
clawing at the front door trying to get in.
Learn how to be alone.
Learn how to lose everything you have
in order to feel release,
learn how to only feel deceased
from now on.
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
All I said was
don't
 Dec 2018 Jessica
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

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