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in love with you.
so, maybe i'm not
really broken
i'm still
happy
i'm not
having depressed thoughts
i'm still
recovering
i'm not
the same
i'm not
giving us up.

(read backwards)
oof
Poetry is moods
A sampling of everything
Tasting of good foods
 6d Olivia
Ruu
Remember, the things that make you happy,
Don't have to make sense to anyone else.

That dream, as ludicrous as it seems,
Doesn't have to make sense to anyone else.

The world is a better place,
Once you make sense of it.
Once you put yourself into it.

So whatever you may feel, please accept it.
Don't apologize for it, because its real.

Even if you'll look like a martyr,
At least you made sense of it.
You faithful fool.
 Jun 20 Olivia
Elena Rosi
Where it’d go?
Word made of air,
It danced out my lips.
But didn’t get shared.

It got stuck in my throat.
Or lost in my mind.
Of course it’s in a place
I cannot find.

Word made of air
Word made of air
You were meant
To help despair.

Oh! But where have you gone?
I’ll probably remember you by dawn.
Please tell me someone can relate 😔 I dislike forgetting something that was going so well.
 Jun 20 Olivia
Kaiden
Your eyes
 Jun 20 Olivia
Kaiden
I watched the light leave your eyes,
As you cancelled your plans once more,
A child that desperately tries,
Yet can't seem to just let go.

The same pattern i know all too well,
I see you turn into something i hated for years,
Because the look, that look can tell
The million words that no one hears.
again, i havent written in a long time but it doesnt matter anymore. my brother is turning into a **** copy of me, which is bad. he's literally a **** mess right now, and i wont be able to see him for **** knows how long because as soon as summer break starts i might be put in a mental hospital because of things i won't say on here. i have no idea how to help him, he lives too far away and if nothing changes, the next time i'll see him will be in august, on my birthday (if my mother lets him). i highly doubt i'll be alive by then. i might forget him, but tf am i supposed to do then? like okay, i'll kms, whatever, but what about him? i honestly feel like it's better if i just die instead of letting him watch my mental health get worse, cuz he knows it'll happen to him eventually. he's not stupid. im trying to help him but i really can't, he doesnt let anyone help him. i dont even know if he's alive now, but i hope he is. i know im rambling about random **** now but if you have any ideas, please dm me or something, i'd take any advice atp
 Jun 20 Olivia
Nobody
parents
 Jun 20 Olivia
Nobody
i'm afraid that i'm going to turn into you
i don't want to hurt people like that
i know everyone is afraid to become their parents but i really don't want to ruin someones life
 Jun 20 Olivia
mysterie
2:17am
 Jun 20 Olivia
mysterie
the moon is a whisper
on my bedroom wall,
she's ten times louder in my head

her name is a tide
it pulls,
it tugs,
it etches itself
on the inside of my eyelids.

every blink is a memory i didn't ask for
her laugh-
uninvited
but welcome
always

the bed is too big
for one body and this much longing
some nights
sleep forgets me
other nights
she replaces it
i hope she knows how much she makes me spiral, ive never wrote poetry. ever. this is new, because of her.

date wrote: 19/6/25
 Jun 20 Olivia
Pri
I bite
 Jun 20 Olivia
Pri
I bite.
Not with teeth.
with silence,
with sharp glances,
with walls built higher than your reach.

I’m not cruel.
I’m just tired
of being kind first
and torn apart second.

You call it attitude.
I call it armor.
Because being soft
never saved me.
It only made the fall hurt more.

So I speak less now.
Agree less.
Trust less.
I pull away before someone has the chance
to walk out first.

It’s not that I don’t want love.
I’ve learned that even “I care about you”
can come with conditions.
Even soft hands
can leave bruises
you can’t see.

I bite
because once,
I didn’t.
And it nearly broke me.
(inspired by Isle of Dogs)
i am the only one here
and i stand in your place

occupy your shadow
the sun on my face

is your sun
the breath i breathe

is your breath
overhead kites of birds spin

tethered to earth by invisible strings
tonight the sky will blaze with stars

they will be your stars
the moon almost complete

will be your moon
i will be the only one there

standing in your place
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