Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Jan 2020
Pheonix
When the darkness calls
it hits like a tidal wave
of deep black water
engulfing my very core,
washing over every cell
until all is lost.

When the wave settles
all that is left is numbness,
numbness of my heart,
numbness of my mind.
My eyes try to reach out to the world
but all that can be seen is grey.

When the light calls
it fills my soul with a blinding light,
warming my entirety
like a blazing furnace,
engulfing my spirit
until all is well.

When the light takes over
words rush through my mind,
bird song is so sweet,
colours are so intense.
My eyes reach out to the world
and all is beautiful.

My insanity is my sanity
day is night,
night is day.
I wouldn't change a thing about it
because this is me.
 Jan 2020
Lillian May
Be gentle with us.
please.
or not
it's your call
but keep in mind that we as poets
we feel too strong
which is not to say that that is wrong
we don't ease into love, we quickly fall
we love like we're dying
we live like we're small
but in our minds.
in our minds we are flying

we feel everything at once
you wouldn't think it by looking
looking at our normal fronts
a disguise, a charade
but prey don't believe a masquerade
a poet can be but anyone
existing silently
a poet can be but everyone
existing violently
we all make up stories
we're all acting to a degree
so things aren't so different
no not so different you and me

we notice the quirks
we notice the nothings
if you meet a poet then you should believe
you should know that we
we love what we see
and appreciate all forms of beauty
for to us imperfect is lovely
perfect doesn't exist
we have those markings on our wrist
of all the awful places we've been to we kissed
we've kissed the devil when we went
to hell and back again

so now that you have been informed
that a poets heart is easily scorned
knowing we feel deeply
knowing we feel more
more than we really should I've warned
we don't just love a person when we fall
we love their whole world
we love it all
and when we're hurt it is hard to trust
and thus
please.
Be gentle with us.
 Dec 2019
Mari
My heart feels like
it's about to shut down
from all the truths
that only I know

People view me
as kind
selfless
heartfelt
with empathy

Yet once they witness
my darker side
this inner demon
that is always
a few steps behind me

Once they see
the ashes and smeared blood
tainted within my mind and heart

I am once again alone
alone to pick up the pieces 
of a love that never was
 Dec 2019
the ethereal girl
could be
seasonal depression
or could be
lacking any friends
i don’t know.

and please don’t try to tell me “oh you have friends- you really do” or “find new friends” because trust me- I know them- and I don’t want to associate with them and I live in too small of a town to find other friends.
 Dec 2019
lavendersky
i want to write my pain out,
but it won't drip through my pen
it's been stuck there for five years,
a rotting clot inside my head.
 Dec 2019
Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
Next page