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 Jun 2020
Chelsea Rae
I am never loved
Safely.

There are always conditions upon conditions and expectations that never end.

And there is always at the end of every relationship and every friendship I've ever had,

"You're just too much."

Well ****** take yourself out of my life if you were too pathetic and weak to keep up.

Too scared of the booming thunder..
You cowards.

Pack your bags if you're not ready
To live in the wilderness
Of a mystic's heart
And let her rain beat down
Upon your bare naked skin.

Don't come to me expectating rainbows.

I am ******* darkness
With a fury buried so deep inside
From the constant rejections.

My grief and heartbreak
Have no qualms about
Striking you where you stand
With my raging lightning
And a scream that crackles
Against the sky.
 Jun 2020
DG
Dear God,
I don't want you to fix me.
I want you to help me.
So that others don't try to fix me.
...please.
 Jun 2020
Amanda Kay Burke
Just write
Express your thoughts
On backs of napkins if required to
Sand at beaches
Dust
Snow
Mud
Any surface will do!
And the men and the women who inhabit are the authors of this story titled life
 Jun 2020
B Irwin
Our bodies are not temples,
I will not be invaded as such.
We are ecosystems.
Made of grit, blood, and change.
Packed with multitudes of intricacy,
We love like gushing streams.
Wound like thorned bush.
Hurt by humanity like hunted prey.
As we burn, as we are cut down,
As we are wounded, crippled, abused,
We still grow.
 Jun 2020
Leia R
i'm not sure what it is
about me that
makes you want to
be thin
i guess i never told
you enough

it's your flaws i'm interested in

        l.r.
 Jun 2020
Moon Cherry
There’s a universe inside of you,
But I’m just a little star.
Once my light is out,
There'll be none of me.
You gaze, admired it, then you close your eyes to sleep. Only to wake for the Sun.
 Jun 2020
Chelsea Rae
I wake every morning
With a heavy body
And a burning heart.

I tire
By the end of every night
And I just want to hang
This burning desire
Up on the rack,
Like a soaked coat,
Dampened by utter confusion
And the turmoil that brings.

Even though
I pour salt water tears
On the coals
And watch the steam carry toward the sky;

It means nothing by sunrise.

With light of the sun
It sparks again,
The burn to understand.

The yearn I have to know
All that I Am
And the one who created it.
Finding purpose.
 Jun 2020
Vilene Joubert
I finally broke down every wall for You

And you picked up every single stone
Just to throw it back at me.........
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