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 Nov 24 Arden
Peter Garrett
I often think about
How he took you to
That filthy motel and
Made you bleed just
So that he wouldn't
One of my best friends got pregnant when she was a teenager. She was very scared, but wanted the child anyway. Yet her ******* boyfriend (the father) took her to a motel and made her do an abortion.
She never recovered and took her life within a year... no woman should be forced to do an abortion. Just as any woman should be forbidden to do one.
 Nov 17 Arden
Bree17
I used to thrive,
To laugh and love.
I’d wake up early,
With morning doves.

Everything matter, yet nothing ever did
I’d mess up, then laugh about it
Around you, all my worries hid
I was blissfully well-off

Now I survive
I smile and nod
Sleep as the sun rises
And wake feeling odd,

Nothing matters, yet everything now does
I mess up, then shut down
Without you, my worries always buzz
I’m consciously deprived

I no longer strive
My eyes now fixed low
Please world, forget me
Just let me go.
Wrote a poem with the title “world forget me” as a prompt.
The rich narcissistic aunt visited today . Dominated the conversation so no one could speak . Ate up all the candy she brought over and then stood up to leave . Then she noticed me hiding behind the chair and in a demanding tone she asked me "What are you going to grow up to be boy ?"
I emerged from behind the chair and said ,

"Disappointed !"
 Nov 16 Arden
Jimmy silker
You had it all right in your mind
It'd bin bouncing round there awhile
You couldnt say it to or at anyone at the time
Cos by the ale you was somewhat beguiled

The quips you remember
The laughs that you got
The chances not taken
Not taken a lot

The cold wind you remember
On a beach so remote
Smashed any chance
Of getting my vote
On my selective
Amnesia

Just hang on a minute
While I choose to emote
The thing that foments us
Ain't the thing what makes us vote.
Not sure if I believe in
Soulmates or fate

But if you'll be there

To watch Sunsets
Moon and the stars

Doom our scars

In the winds of
The blue sky nights

I might transmute my
Belief
@2024/10/13
 Nov 16 Arden
Anna Wakefield
I walked along, hand in hand
Strolling towards the trees.
I was happy, had no care,
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

I ran my hands, through the green,
Humming - carefree as can be.
I was content, and had no fear,
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

I closed my eyes, to feel the breeze,
Smiling so blissfully,
I sighed, then, I remember -
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

I opened my eyes, and the trees were bare
Barren ground surrounded me -
I screamed, wordless, held on even tighter
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

The sky then bled, my mother screamed
As to why I couldn’t see
My dog barked, and I held on to
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

My mother looked at me, her mouth was open
Still screaming silently
The dog whimpered, why was it only
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

She then faded, I ran after
Holding my dog helplessly
I knew then that image was over, of
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

When I stopped, she was gone, and so was the dog
They were only memories.
Nightmares or dreams - the only way it can be
Just the dog, my mother, and me.
My mother was my best friend and confidant throughout my life. As an Autistic child with mental health problems I leaned on her heavily. After our family went through some severe trauma at which I was the centre, my mother and father became my complete family. When I had just turned 20 (Jan 2013), my mother passed away out of nowhere from a heart attack - I worked in our emergency department and was on shift when she was bought in DOA. I still miss her deeply.
She also got a dog who she absolutely adored. She said she would train it, make it obedient - and instantly caved to everything she wanted. I trained Boo (my dog) and when my mum passed away, Boo became my dog. A A couple of years ago, my dog went to stay temporarily with my aunt while I was sorting  my housing. She was in perfect health. A month later, I get a call from my father telling me my aunt has had her put down and spread the ashes due to a mysterious 'illness' that came from nowhere.

She didn't even let me say goodbye.
 Nov 16 Arden
Jimmy silker
The inn at the oaks
Is where we all decompose
Spiritually
Tony wouldn't go in
 Sep 23 Arden
MetaVerse

A yellow leaf falls
and hits me in the stomach:    
last day of summer.          

 Sep 23 Arden
Jeremy Betts
An unwanted prize
That's what lies
Beyond the reflection of skies
Behind these blue eyes
Past this gentle disguise
Child like but wise
Keeping from view what would give rise
To a litany of farewells and goodbyes

©2024
 Sep 23 Arden
Jeremy Betts
If you still love me
I beg you never let me know
Refrain from turning around
Let me find my peace in watching you go
The moment you're lost to the horizon
Reclaimed by the setting suns glow
I'll mutter to myself out loud
"Now you can let the tears flow"

©2024
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