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 Feb 28 Brando
Perry
Intimate
 Feb 28 Brando
Perry
Clothed or not, I always find myself thinking about your ***** soul
 Feb 28 Brando
Andrew
Doubt
 Feb 28 Brando
Andrew
During his crucifixion
Why did Jesus ask, “My God, why have you forsaken me?”?
Could it be that in moments of severe pain
It’s okay to have doubt?
 Feb 6 Brando
Perry
Nothing
 Feb 6 Brando
Perry
There is not
anything in
this world
that I hate
more than you






being sad.
 Jan 28 Brando
Perry
Sight
 Jan 28 Brando
Perry
You opened your eyes,
so I could see where
I was supposed to be
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
 Jan 1 Brando
Saudia R
2019
 Jan 1 Brando
Saudia R
Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not
This year, do not explain yourself (especially repeatedly) to someone who does not listen. Let your silence be your response.
 Dec 2018 Brando
Arden
just a cut
 Dec 2018 Brando
Arden
Just a cut
just a scratch
what’s that mark
it was just the cat
just an excuse
just another lie
what’s with the bracelets
just fashion why?
just a tear
just a scream
why were you crying
just a bad dream
But it’s not just a cut
or a tear
or a scream
it’s just one more
until it’s not
until you die
 Dec 2018 Brando
Naomi
Puddles
 Dec 2018 Brando
Naomi
Hello,  I am a puddle person.
I'm certainly not the only puddle person, of course.
And I often think I'm more puddle then person.

I lay on the floor still.
People come by and see themselves reflected in me.
Sometimes they step in me,  and drops of me splish around and evaporate.

I'm content being a puddle it's, comfortable.
People are aware of me whether looking at themselves, tip toeing around me or jumping in.

I am NOT invisible.

Love me or hate me this puddle person isn't going anywhere,
until I become more puddle then person.
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