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17.3k · May 2015
Forest Night
Day May 2015
Quiet calm in the night,
An owl fly's through the forest,
A mouse runs from death.
11.2k · Jan 2016
Strong Warrior
Day Jan 2016
To her I am a Warrior
To them I am a Coward
To some I am an Addict
To me I am  *Strong
9.7k · Dec 2015
timeless wonderland
Day Dec 2015
alice......*
stop trying to
keep the time
with a
broken watch.
Day May 2016
Mothers day, to me
is just, another memory,
gone to waste.*

A day to stop and pause
and remember a lost cause,
only to move on, again.

Because to me, mothers day
is "my mother left me" day,
so, not a joyous occasion.

And try as I may, to hear
the words, "but another is near"
it's just not the same.

Because while I found another home,
my heart still tends to roam,
to other places.

And my thoughts just can't forget
about the life that I didn't get,
no matter how bleak.

But still I try to push past,
and make the smile last,
even if it's fake.

Because I know that someone loves me,
even if she did not birth me,
and now I call Her  *Mom.
Mother's day isn't happy for everyone. It's hard remembering that I have another mom out there that gave me up but as any good poet I try to convey this frustration to all of you. Thank you all so much for the support. Love you guys! Smile.
6.8k · Nov 2015
more than a fan-girl
Day Nov 2015
yeah
you might describe me as
"annoying"
"obsessive"
"weird"
"in her own world"
but
it's only because
fictional people mean more to me
then you do
and yeah
that might be sad
but to me
it's my whole world
what happens on the screen of a tv
affects me more then
what happens in my school
and watching my favorite character die
hurts so much
and i'm so tired of being categorized
as just another fan-girl
because i feel like so much than that
my thoughts
5.8k · Nov 2015
watch out
Day Nov 2015
don't look me in the eyes
it's pretty scary in there,
it's where i keep everything
that's not considered
''acceptable''
all the hate
and all the love

and everything
i'm too scared to say
out loud

so beware
you might find things
that you
don't wanna see
i'm scared of so many things
5.4k · Jan 2016
death of a warrior
Day Jan 2016
A moment of insanity
became the death
of everything I am
4.4k · Nov 2018
Feeling dumb
Day Nov 2018
Please forgive my silence.

I don't know where to start.

My voice cannot project
the volume of my heart.
*mute
3.7k · Jun 2018
cancer season
Day Jun 2018
Good morning sky!
It's my birthday.
Bought blue hair dye
to stop feeling grey.
happy 19 angst
3.6k · Jan 2016
Innocent Warrior
Day Jan 2016
I'm not fine
I'm not okay
sick of everyone
assuming that I am
assuming that this blinding pain
doesn't bother me
like this giant hole
doesn't consume me.
Like the gun in my hand
doesn't scare me
Because honestly?
in this moment
in this
second
I don't even know
who I
am
I'm going to start a series that involves alot of "warriors". Hope you like it!
3.4k · Jan 2017
3110
Day Jan 2017
11 days, I spent in grey hospital socks
wandering halls bare, not even clocks
17 girls, all torn and broken inside
opened our wrists, drank cyanide
"behavior heath", but we knew was psych
held wandering souls, all pale and ghostlike
sat in a circle, we shared and we cried
of times we stole, drank, smoked and lied
stories of ****, abuse and pain
somehow all one and the same
different faces and different lives
but most chose to end it with knives
but failure brought us all to this place
to learn a new name, gain a new face
fed us some pills and watched how we'd do
if we'd scream and suddenly turn blue
but only a few continued to fall
and theirs are the saddest stories of all
my heart broke each night as I sat and heard
one of the girls minds became blurred
still even now, I shed a tear
for every lost soul, that we never hear
Recently went to an intensive inpatient behavior health center after a major panic attack and breakdown. I was suicidal and was diagnosed with major depression. This experience, really changed me and opened my mind so much. More to come . I give thanks for this site for giving me a positive way to cope. You all are amazing. <3
3.3k · Jan 2019
1-800-Suicide
Day Jan 2019
Just a nameless voice on a busy line,
but what makes me worth your time?
2.9k · Oct 2015
illusions of royalty
Day Oct 2015
Peasants underestimate,
the sacrifice of a King,
all they see,
are the fancy things.
griping,
and
groaning,

when in actuality,
they are more free,
then he ever,
will be.
i was inspired by camelot.
Day Sep 2017
love has always been my drug
what i needed in my veins
and when i met you I thought
you were the dealer of my dreams
but lately
it seems like
you used all the good ****, first
now laced and deadly leftovers you offer
still i crawl back

addicted to my own demise
Luis....please. I need more than this.
Day Nov 2016
ring ring
heart racing
can't be too eager
(wait)*
1 Mississippi
2 Mississippi
"Hey you"
2.5k · Nov 2015
hope
Day Nov 2015
don't let the bullets that escape one man's mind
effect the way you see
every man in the world
instead
let it
ignite
a flame in a nations
everlasting void
and fill the world with candles burning and
looking
to the light needed in a
society of

**dark minds.
2.4k · Sep 2017
im tired of this
Day Sep 2017
Word go around
so easy to say
actions have been found
to surely display
who we are inside.
after a while
no way to hide

because sorry can be said
but actions can always be read

as easy as sorry is to say,
soon it will be just as easy to walk away
you ask me if im mad? no im not mad. im ******* ******.
2.1k · May 2017
who we are
Day May 2017
if you were a poem,
you would be a poem about a plane
grounded,,
wanting to be in the sky,
wishing, waiting, willing
knowing
that someday you'll be flying high

and if I were a poem
i would be a poem about a bird
drifting,,
dreaming of the land
wishing, waiting, willing
wary
and unsure of where I stand

but you are not a poem
and to be honest, neither am I
for I am just a poet
but someday

we will fly**

((and even though, we are not the same
my emotions drift like sand
i find my peace close to you
my heart safe within your hand))
#us
Day Jan 2019
Will you love me when I'm dead and gone?
Request you play my favorite song,
and listen closely to the words.
Please,
let this fading soul be heard.
2.0k · Dec 2015
The homeless boy
Day Dec 2015
At age five Lincoln was taken from his single mom, who would hit him constantly, and put into a foster home that already contained 4 other boys, all older then himself. He was so frightened; Lincoln had spent all of his life up until this point alone, in isolation and fear. While this new home eliminated the isolation he still spent most of his waking hours in tears. There were many people surrounding him but no one to trust. He had “parents” who only wanted his welfare check, “brothers” who only wanted him as a punching bag, and a social worker who only saw him as another lost soul amongst thousands.
By age 12, Lincoln had been in 6 different homes, all the same as the last. His first had taught him to be afraid, his second had taught him not to trust, his fourth had taught him to run, and his fifth had taught him to fight. He learned that some things are good to be true in his sixth home. He had the perfect family, a loving mom and dad who actually cared about him, but then everything changed. His new “dad” lost his job, and everything fell apart, stress tearing apart a couple and Lincoln being shipped off to yet another new place.
He was thirteen and living in a group home for boys. He felt the push of pressure and loneliness, and found a love for the taste of alcohol and craved the dullness it brought him.  Lincoln was bullied constantly and certainly fought back, he had learned from his first mother the ability to use his fists to let out some of the anger, the rage that wouldn’t go away.
Soon, the aggression building in Lincoln would prove to be too much for the system and he would be cast away, labeled as “hopeless” and sent to a juvenile center to be away from the “socially acceptable” people.
Only sixteen now, and already Lincoln had built a criminal record. Years of low self-esteem and insecurity leading to a life of substance abuse and ****** knuckles. No one looked at him and said “Now, there’s a good kid.”, but instead mothers quickly hushed their children asking “Why is his face bleeding?” or judgmental looks at the tattoos crisscrossing and covering the scars he was to ashamed to let anyone see.
By eighteen, and out on the street, he wandered from place to place staring out with blank eyes, hoping that someone would look into his eyes and see all of the pain and maybe, rescue him, but all anyone ever saw was just a punk who should stop smoking  and just “get a job”, as if it were that easy. As if, anyone had ever taught him how to lead a life that didn’t end up in prison.
On Lincoln’s twenty-first birthday, there was no one around to celebrate, no one to smile, no one to care. He sat on a lonely bench wondering if his birth mother was somewhere out there knowing that today was his birthday, or if she was even alive. He thought about his father, thinking maybe he was leading some luxurious life not even knowing that he had a son out in the world, all alone. He held onto the hope that maybe if his father knew he existed that maybe he would care.
But inside he knew, he knew that noone cared, and no one ever would. No one would ever be concerned about the boy who never knew love.
2.0k · Nov 2017
late
Day Nov 2017
give me more. baby
oh, i need your touch
fall in love, maybe
i've given you so much

say you'll never leave
stay right by my side
don't make me say please
begging just ain't right

you know what i'll do
to attain your eyes
want every part of you
between my thighs

so gentle and soft
you bring me alive
i'll pay any cost
so you won't deprive

baby, will you just
give me what I want
1.9k · Jan 2019
E-Identity
Day Jan 2019
Please don't take it
from me,
I have nothing else.
I simply need you to
acknowledge my existence.
Self-branding is just *another* form of mutilation.
1.7k · Sep 2018
nineteen years
Day Sep 2018
& two thousand tears, it took me
to figure out
i don't hate life
/
i hate myself.
will i ever fully recover?
1.7k · Oct 2018
i'm not disappointed
Day Oct 2018
he came like my
s e a s o n a l - d e p r e s s i o n

way too early

left hurricanes in my path
and
floods at my feet

****
let's do it again
where has all my motivation gone **** it
1.6k · Feb 2017
twin flame
Day Feb 2017
something deeper then a soul mate,
because while a soulmate kindles your inner fire
a twin flame parallels the heat of your soul
a soulmate works to keep your heart
while a twin flame already holds the other half
soulmates are all around you, in friend and love
but a twin flame
comes only once
just an idea im playing around with, love this theory
1.6k · Nov 2018
11/6
Day Nov 2018
thank you
lover
-
for the
reminder
-
that no
longer
-
are they**
stronger
-
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
1.6k · May 2015
I say
Day May 2015
They say " You can't "
I say " I can "

They say " You'll never be enough "
I say " I've always been enough "

They say " You'll never add up to anything ''
I say " I'm here aren't I. "

You just have to remember that there will always be someone to criticize you.
You just have to stand up and say "No, I'm tired of what They say,this is what I say.
This is just a poem for people who get overlooked and overshadowed. People who think they can never be heard. You can. All you have to do is stand up and speak. Yeah people might not like what you say but WHO CARES. Just speak up for yourself and MOST importantly BE YOURSELF!!
Day Nov 2015
i became something dark.........
                  .........but i didn't mind
because i was in love
............
                 .........
with a monster
Day Jun 2019
brain's running on a train track
destination's outta wack
no station in sight
breaks off left and right
no telling
where my mind
will go
a quickly typed out poem about my adult struggle with ADHD
1.4k · Oct 2015
Wonderland [10w]
Day Oct 2015
Which side of the looking glass
am I even in?
Does is even matter?
1.4k · Dec 2018
questions of the heart
Day Dec 2018
C a n
                y o u
                        l o v e
          m e
  when
I
can
not

?
Day Feb 2017
if you pause for a moment
to look around
really, really look
and truly see
all the beauty
in the chaos
then suddenly
you may catch a glimpse
a slight twinge
in your soul
whispering how
absolutely necessary
your existence is
to the universe
the fabric that knits you together
flows through
each and every
spirit that passes
every single day
a conception from me about the ideas of Alan Watts
1.3k · Oct 2017
privacy
Day Oct 2017
scared for them to see too much
always trying to keep
the facade..
Day Apr 2016
poetry is addiction, more than anything else
just substitute the smoke of a cigarette
for the eraser shaving of my thoughts
and instead of scarring my thighs once again
i cut open the wounds of my heart
bleeding my thoughts into words on a page
and just like any addiction
no one truly sees
that writing relieves
the constant pressure of trying to be something*
i am not
mid-morning musings
1.2k · Nov 2015
am i wrong?
Day Nov 2015
we're a society who will do whatever we want
right or wrong
because
we've told ourselves
"my demons made me""
when
in all
reality

**we are the demons.
1.2k · Dec 2018
hurting holidays
Day Dec 2018
~ C'mon car -

Drive me home !

Broken heart -

Please don't roam ..

Tired legs -

/ Hold me up \

Convince myself

To never stop, ~
Eve of an Eve
1.1k · Dec 2018
My 2am question
Day Dec 2018
Do you ever feel TOO alive?
1.1k · Oct 2018
autumns diary 10/11
Day Oct 2018
Daft punk and ***** converse
you make me feel like dancin'.
-
Cinnamon apple tea
and good ol' THC,
surely this is all I need.
-
Grey sweater meets morning fog and,
seven AM sunrise
has never felt so sweet.
1.1k · Nov 2015
noise
Day Nov 2015
i don't want you to listen to me
*
i want you to hear me
because listening and understanding are different
1.0k · Nov 2015
for the day we eat turkey
Day Nov 2015
when people in america (or many other countries) say
"i have nothing to be thankful for"
it upsets me because
being "poor" in america is nothing compared to being
poor in many other places
it frustrates me that people with nothing to eat but grass can find
more
to be thankful about then
someone with endless possibilities of success
stop
complaining
about
what you
don't
have and be thankful
for everything that you
**do
just be happy and thankful
Day Nov 2015
when Americans are more concerned about who they let into
"their"
country
then they are about what kind of junk the put into their
bodies
is when i get concerned for the people as a nation.
because if Americans are more frightened by something they only
think they know about because of slander they see on
facebook
then they are of the growing darkness of the country as a whole
then
i guess
we're alot worse off then i realized
honestly I wish I could just help out everyone. If I could reach out to every starving child in the world I would. It just makes me sad. I'm getting my degree in Social Work to help people and I really want to travel.
968 · Jan 2017
yūgen -
Day Jan 2017
an awareness of the universe that triggers an emotional response too deep and mysterious for words
911 · May 2017
silent facetime at 3 a.m.
Day May 2017
I traded good night,
for I love you
and then wondered
why i was always *so tired
892 · Nov 2016
blocked
Day Nov 2016
word scrambled,
like poorly mixed eggs,
trying to follow a recipe
to fit my words together
but im a not a chef
i call myself a poet
but poetry gets hard
when you're trying to cook
not really sure where I was going with this,
been trying to write lately and its really frustrating
885 · Oct 2015
who will you listen to
Day Oct 2015
my heart say "write about love and pain"
my mind says "write about logic''
my peers say "write about something cool"
my parents say "write about discipline"
my school says "write about knowlege"
my friends say "write about whatever"*

my hand says "just write"
i honestly dont like this but i guess ill see what yall have to say about it
883 · May 2017
You'll figure it out
Day May 2017
Broken, trying to decide
Seems unfair
So much.
All at once.
Day Dec 2015
shush,
now is not the time for
"I regret........"
now is the time to
*move on.
871 · Apr 2017
questions of a lonely heart
Day Apr 2017
Do I say I love you, ...
to hear it back?
871 · Dec 2016
how to say "I love you"
Day Dec 2016
You are my little piece of heaven
and I sit here, laying in the grass
wondering how I ever got so lucky
as to reach up and*  
touch the clouds
11/7/2016
864 · Jan 2016
how to describe my love
Day Jan 2016
stolen glances between two depressed teenagers
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