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 Jan 2023
Shin
I think you told a lie today
about the shadow on your mind.
I think you plan to die today,
and leave these follies far behind.

I wish you would write me a song,
and ink the truth within its verse.
Happy or sad, it's fine, so long
as this does not end in a hearse.
 Aug 2022
fariha
her lips are red;
but overflowing,
barcodes on her wrists;
to scan self worth,
her hair is no longer long
nor smooth,
these purples and blues on her back;
has been a map of memories,
those crimson red nails
suits her the most,
that smile on her red lips,
oh so beautiful,
oh a beautiful wreck.
please do seek help if you are in a abusive state.you are strong.very strong.
 Jun 2022
jude rigor
you hold my hand under the
yellow light of a baptist church
praying to no god:
narcotics anonymous.

you introduce me but it doesn't feel like i'm yours
our clasped hands break apart as
a fifth marlbolo black slips
between your lips.

murmured conversations
secret promises
drift back and forth:
and my apparition
waits in the tepid
night.

i shift back and forth
through the golden amber haze: i could
lean back into the dim scraps of pavement
and no one would notice a thing.
this is going to be a series of poetic memoirs about an abusive relationship i was in a few years ago. i'll have tw in tags but it's mostly the occasional reference to SA and stuff like that.

also idk why but re-reading i just imagine someone with five cigs in their mouth at once LOL
 May 2021
yellow soul
They water me
I get lots of water
Lots of love
But I’m placed in the shadow
The window is so far away
And I’m drained from energy
But they placed me in the dark
And so the dark is where I will stay

The dirt is so dry
So they keep watering me

I’m drowning
 Sep 2018
Bea
I am a girl lost inside herself

Drowning in my thoughts
held down by my worries
paralyzed by my fears

I am a girl who searches for life long connections in dark and cold places
a unbalanced combination of sugar and spice with a hint of anxiety and notes of don't touch Me I'm self conscious

I look for meaning in words left unsaid and misdirected affections which almost always leave me lonelier that before

My rare moments of bravery overshadowed by self proclaimed failures and regrets I am too tired to carry anymore

I am a girl lost inside herself found floating on the hopes of tomorrow
I am worried about the future and wonder if self exceptance is on the horizon
I wonder if I will have children and if I will raise them right
I wonder if one day I will feel pride in my body
I wonder if I will be okay on my own
I wonder what tomorrow holds

I am a girl who struggles with how much is enough and what is too much
Lost in my dreams and what it means to live a full life

Thoughts defining actions
Wishes defining thoughts
I am a girl lost inside herself
Who I am is not who I want to be
 Apr 2018
Deep Thought
Beauty isn't everything folks.

Stop letting Estee Lauder, CoverGirl and Sephora define you.

Companies such as these try telling us what beauty is, but it's merely just another exterior pleasure.

Although, we're told differently, and we foolishly believe it wholeheartedly.


Okay, let's take it back for a moment, rewind.

When Adam & Eve were created,
not only were they shamed, they were naked.

"Who told you, you were naked,?" said the Creator.


Now, I ask you same question.

Who told you that you weren't beautiful?

Not to be caked up, overly concerning yourself with vanity.

Oh, look at me, aren't I pretty!


Everyday I see women trying to be everything they're not.

Hate to burst your bubble, but
feminism isn't the solution to the problem.

Face it ladies, you will never receive the attention you deserve, unless you give it yourself first.

I speak from experience.


This feministic agenda tells us we can be "the man."

This isn't true, there is nothing you need to compensate for.

We can be strong and feminine just like our mothers


I believe our Creator came in the flesh, to tell us our beauty is full. BEautiFULL.

Marvelous are HIS works, And that my soul knows very well
- Psalm 139:14
Get Cardi B out your ears, face your real fears.
 Apr 2018
Lyda M Sourne
They asked me this question in class one day

"What do you want to be remembered by?"

I wrote down the answer of what they wanted to hear

But to be honest

I just want to be forgotten
So no one has to hurt when I say
goodbye
 Aug 2017
B P
I am breaking
but I will not ask for help
I cannot risk someone else
getting cut on my edges.

I am drowning
but I do not cry out
help would mean
filling someone else’s pockets with rocks.

I am suffocating
but no help is called
because help means
taking someone else’s air away.
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