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 Oct 2019
JaxSpade
I was looking for this girl
Who wouldn't mind my love

And spending some time
Together

Where we could be us

I was looking
And searching
But I couldn't find ya'

Maybe i Passed you up

I don't know
I was looking for this girl
But she never showed

I keep looking
Maybe she's up the road

Waiting to spark a conversation

I was looking for this girl
Who had a smile
That pierced my heart
And wanted to know how
If we could be together
Till the end of forever
And never be apart

I was looking for this girl
But I never found

And that's just the way it is now

I'll have to stop looking
For someone
That won't ever be around

You see...

I was looking for this girl

                                         But I..

                                         Gave up
 Oct 2019
Jack Jenkins
I would describe depression as purple
and show you the frailty of my sanity
a long hallway with a long staircase
that goes up as it goes downwards
parts of you will fall off as you climb
rattling and echoing like a ghost
passing yourself seven times over
dusty lungs barely keeping you up
do you ever wonder if it ever ends?
//on depression//
 Oct 2019
Traveler
This isn’t a case
Of writers block
Tides have turned
The winds have stopped

Unread poems
Sacks stuck at home
Unposted unknown
Dear Eliot
Where did you go?

All my thoughts
Demand to rhyme
Contemplating
Line after line

Dear Eliot
What is this evil
Who downloaded
This poetic upheaval
Within your cyber grip
You control the trending list

Where approval declines
We are poetically confined
Dear Eliot
Have you lost your mind?
Traveler Tim

HP Should have a message option
So we can ask for help
No, I mean one that they actually answer!
 Oct 2019
zelda rangel
i think i have always been so tender with everything, but it crushes me every time. every person i loved, they always choose someone else over me. i guess that's how it's always been, and getting used to it was easy for me.
battlefield, yes. this world we live in is a battlefield.
a battle with yourself for self-loathing.
 Oct 2019
South by Southwest
My black days spill over
white hot
full of sparks that burn instantly
Monocast in hearts
Ductile to life's incessant blows of futility
Black days dance
fluid in regidity
My black days consume me
Take me to the place
where the past , the present , and the future become one eternity
 Oct 2019
Susan Nishimoto
All you do is bring me down
Bring me down.
Am I not good enough?

You make the same mistake too
What did I do?
Nobody's perfect, but you.

Take a good look in the mirror
So what do you see...
Me.

I'm losing my mind
Why can't you leave me alone?
You're haunting me.

Now that you're gone
I'm free.
Are you happy now?
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