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 Jan 2019
André Morrison
Feeling mundane on a Monday
Feeling like a Sunday every single day
Need some kind of healing,
But instead I'm concealing
Don't want to be revealing of my inner disarray
 Aug 2018
Semi-literate Poet
I risked it all to have you in my sights and me be at your beckoned call.
I rise early every morning to make sure you're still fine.  And later in the evening we chat as I drink wine.
I respect that you live and wish to remain outside but if I see you slouching I'll fix you up inside.
I reside with Iris by my side. We like to watch her neighbors, the poppies on the right .
 Aug 2018
Mike Hauser
We are nothing without love
Ships lost at sea without their sails
With life's bitter storms soon too come
We need love above all else

We are nothing without love
Too steep the hill too hard the climb
Too late to grasp what is to come
As we succumb to life's mudslides

We are nothing without love
An empty train on a dead-end track
At the end without reverse
With no way to make it back

We are nothing without love
An unmade bed with no rest
Those that are left, toss and turn
With only dreams of love instead

We are nothing without love
Abandoned buildings, emptiness
Demolition soon to come
We are nothing without love
 Aug 2018
Mike Hauser
My reflection changes
With age in hand
No need for a mirror
To see who I am

I just need the memory
Of all that I have done
To help me reflect on
What I have become

My reflection has changed
As all do in time
It's no longer the mirror
That catches my wanting eye

It is now my memory
The older that I get
That helps me reflect
On who I really am
 Jul 2018
Skye Marshmallow
Watching your smile
Listening to your
Shiny golden laugh
It's all yellow.
Wildflower meadows
Sunsets on beaches
Endless sunny days
The world melting
Like icecream in the heat
Sticky and sweet
Swimming in thick syrup
So tiring, just like
Painting a perfect grin
Sometimes,
I see the blue.
Part 3. Thoughts apprieated.
 Jul 2018
Lvice
I used to write
My secrets in the sand,
Knowing they would never stay
Long enough to be told.

I used to just swim,
pulled my hair up and never
Really tasted the salt that foamed
After the crash.

I've ran in the sand,
Sure, but never have I
Ever let it smooth my
Skin into what it could be.

Before today, I've never
Let the current take me
Under and feel what it's like
To always come back to something.
 Jul 2018
devante moore
Some people cut
But what I do to myself is much worse
My scars will never show
I’ve gone after my heart
And the things I do to it
You don’t want to know
I couldn’t even put it in words
Hurt me
I’m worthless
Trying to convince me otherwise
Is useless
I’m worthless
One day I woke up
And now I hurt less
I know it’s dangerous
But its also beautiful
I’m not the only one stressed
I’m not the only one who’s life is a mess
So pity me not
Just don’t stand in the way
If you were once a friend not anymore
I’ve chosen to walk away
No one deserves
To suffer along with me
Hurt me
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