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 Sep 2016
Ramin Ara
The world is our field
Of endeavor
Not to be used
As dormitory
 Sep 2016
September
Oh, my God, who did
Scare. I turn upward my eyes,
Walk, and faith my fears.
and I still am today. But now I write in it.
i already buried my voice a long time ago
when i chose to be a poet
i buried it with words in papers
in ink of pen with blues*

©IGMS
it seems like
im so exhausted
of all the talking
of all the reasoning
of defending myself
so i remained silent
 Sep 2016
NV
MY GOD,
I HAVE INHALED ABANDONMENT FOR SO LONG,
THAT ANY SCENT OF LOVE IN THE AIR,
MAKES IT HARD FOR ME TO BREATHE.
PLUS,
THE TANKS OF OXYGEN ALWAYS SEEM TO BE MIXED WITH A HIGH DOSAGE OF PUSHING PEOPLE AWAY,
AND I WEAR THE MASKS SO OFTEN,
I FORGET I EVEN HAVE THEM ON.
 Sep 2016
Ellie Belanger
Here it is,
The end.

I give up,
I give up,
I give up.
 Sep 2016
Anna
167
hvor er det underligt jeg har haft dig i 167 dage
men det er først nu jeg *har dig
 Sep 2016
Cheyenne
You never showed
You let me go
You had to pick
I wasn’t it
Can’t live two lives?
Why not mine?
07/14/10
 Sep 2016
Fay Slimm
Hazy Reflections

Glass plated, the bay
lies hazily, sealine breaks
the sky away
from distant headlands,
and basks in midday.

Warm autumn sun fills
the basin between
with diamond studded
diaphanous glazes
which mesmerize me.
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