Poems for a heart that hurts..

May 2016

David Ehrgott

Can a blind man
Become a poet
How can one write
about the things
they have never seen

Could a deaf man
Write poetry
How could he express
the sounds of things
He has never heard

Would a dolt even think
About writing poetry
and if he COULD put down
on paper what he feels
Who on Earth would ever listen

There's a professor at Harvard
Who teaches poetry
left, write, upside down, and sideways
but, she was never
Write for me

May 2016

Maple Mathers

Hate the Players, or Learn the Game

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The only reason
you still care
is because
**I don't.

No apologies

#truth #relationships #daily #prince #no #sorry #psychology #trending

May 2016

Sonja Benskin Mesher

again i say

one man is upside down,
the other man helps him.

these are the better days,
no one has weapons.
sbm.

May 2016

Purple Rain

Untitled For Now

Sorry to victimize you with my lonely cries
Fabricate my brain under the sheets of lies
How selfish am I
Selfish is taught,
by was selfish See's
Depression & suicide
Took me down to my knees
A man once told me-
Depression is a choice
My aching heart that feels suffocation
Before I'm able to speak my own voice
My aching heart that can't simply
Define what it means-
The guilt that destroys you
Or what it means to destroy the guilt.

I hold my walls strong,
Just like the others,
I am no more weaker than-
I am no more selfish than
Depression & suicide
Doesn't let me know that you are better than
Your not.

#suicide #depression #darkpoetry

May 2016

Aeerdna

demon's hand

A hand pushes me in the black
whenever a ray of colour dares to appear in my eyes,
even in my happiest moments
I feel its touch on my spine,
it sets worries on my forehead,
a hand designated by my inner demons
to keep me restless.

In the echo of my laughter
you can still hear the voice of my angst
eating me alive.

A hand wakes me up at night,
painting nightmares under my lashes,
pulling my muscles,
breaking my bones,
digging in my flesh with its sharp claws;
the ceiling pressing my face,
I die a million times and still it is not enough.
it never stops.
.
My mind hurts,
heart beats too fast,
cracking up my weak veins.
Paralysed
I scream and cry,
afraid of the next nightmare,
I hope one day I will be able to hide.

*In the echo of my scream
you can still hear the leftovers of someone
who once wanted to live.

anxiety&Co.;

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#fear #depression #anxiety #loneliness #nightmares #worries

May 2016

Rapunzoll

those nameless boys

they make goodbyes
sound easy
when they're at your door
late at night
and they scream your
name like a warning
from the bottom
of the staircase
you leave them,
until apologies make
your tongue as raw as
saw-dust
those nameless boys
the one's with
smoky breath,
they write your name
to the skies
constellate it to their
forefingers and cross it
over their forehead
like a baptism
those boys with hands
that eat like worms
at the dying heart
of your feelings
no, they don't love you
only death can
love you,
nameless girl
with the
countless faces.

#love #poetry #sad #depression #life #heart #pain #death #thoughts

May 2016

Lost Poet

Untitled

The hardest part,
Is that everyday I am reminded,
Of everything I threw away.

May 2016

The Poetic Architect

Who Am I? (In the Eyes of a Laborer)

040116

I stole not the show
But regret was never on my mind,
Papa's life, I know how vital it is
And so I'd rather be caught
Than his breath, dark be brought.
Who am I?

I can feel my bursting nerves
My belly's waves, shrinking to their own cause.
Holding the nurse's hands, I'm screaming
But the other cry was a memory of existence.
Who am I?

I don't have enough
So I turned my nights into mornings.
Unfair life is, I get persecuted all day long.
I work not for one, but two or more
How I wish I had the chance to get back at school,
For now I learned, time was never an inch of today.
Who am I?

Who am I but the a laborer of the world,
I shut down moments in order to grasp air,
Mess was not my name, though rest was a misfortune
Let me, oh let me follow the heart of the Greater One.

My labor was never in vain,
For I salute my Master.
I may be nobody but a simple laborer,
But who I am is whose I am,
And now I know what matters most,
**For my identity was never my entity.

#poem #poetry #life #entity

May 2016

Kevin Eli

Testament

I write you my love, with words like a lonely angel
For eternity you have my dark adoration
Being with you was one in a million
Nothing compares to all the situations

From the domestic violence
To the endless interventions
To the drugs we did together
To the constant confrontations
To the cops we avoided
And the hit-and-miss rehabilitation

I'm so sorry you fell...

A whisper to our past
Haunting my future
Hinting at the emotions
Hearing your aberration
Beyond the earth and years
Wondering if this was all a dream, or just tragic fiction

When I look up at the stars, they give your description

In every city that we traveled
I wrote a diary at every station
I recorded every tear, every scream
Every laugh, every sensation.
The times you walked out of my car
The times I locked you out of the condominium
After we would both forgive so easily
We kept a strong and struggling relation

Though you are no longer by my side,
I walk the earth waiting,
For the day the end comes
And the goodbye becomes a reunion
Without fear, without hesitation

May 2016

Poedog

For you. Always, and forever. For you

I dip my work weary hand into the silver stream tresses
of your ever free, flowing locks;
and still thrill as they pass,
with silken grace,
through my parched fingers.

You raise your still wild lips and a smile spreads like dawn sunlight;
filling the valleys and crevices with light, then warmth.

We kiss.

"What was that for?"

For you.
For you.

Always, and forever.

For you.

May 2016

Fudz Lana

Am I Pretty Enough?

I can hear it slicing through my brain,
like a sharp, stray tune of imperfect melody.
It tampers with desolate whimpers
A cry for attention
My contoured skin is peeled away
by those words

"Never will I be,
Pretty."

If I could just cut it off
like excess skin
like layers of flabby fats

If there's a liposuction
for dark thoughts
If I can tuck it
away from my tummy

I'd do it in a heartbeat.

A poem I wrote for a play

#disorder #beauty #mental #body #image #insecurity #plastic #surgery