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 Jan 11
Keara Marie
I like being alone.
That’s how I knew you were different.
For the first time ever I craved someone else’s company more than my own.
 Jan 8
Keara Marie
You will never be unloved by me. You are too well tangled in my soul.
 Nov 2023
Pagan Paul
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Feeling low is not all wrong.
Feeling down is absolutely fine.
Crying out pain is OK friend
and being sad is not a crime.
Just a piece of advice for anyone with low mood.
 Nov 2022
S Smoothie
Such a playful synergy
Your heart strings and mine
Thrumming on our frequencies

Drawing fourth sacred energy
Running on light beams
Dipping our toes into notes
And hands wafting in melodies

Dizzying highs and resounding lows
Shattering boredom
Stepping on apathy
And plucking joy from the air  

A glorious spiritual liturgy
How beautiful now since we've learned to pray

Drawing such sublime adventures
Going this way and that
Shuffling the order of truths and mystic mysteries
Coming full circle where withall
then bounding off again.  

Such a lifting of feet
a symphony of etherial musings

The tethering of our minds eyes
innocent daydreams
Making a mockery of darkness

Shining in the glory light beams
Bloated with gladness
Soaring with hopes

Soul Edifying

And that's just the beginning
Of our poetry.
Do what your heart desires,
Because at the end of your life, you'll be wondering why you tried so hard to please whom you were trying to please. Fulfillment is from within your heart.
The pain of loneliness when you're surrounded by a multitude;
It stings really deep.

When it comes to pouring out your heart, strangers are the best people to talk to. Zero judgment, all ears.
This is a beautiful place to find such "strangers" because people are open minded.
Whatever you're feeling, you're never alone. Talk to someone.
It's well understood sometimes that a problem shared amongst peers sometimes tends to become a topic of discussion, but right here, feel at home. I'm all ears and so are other people.
 Dec 2021
Julian C Jaynes
For a portion of my life I’ve lived
Inside this little box
Where everything I do is safe
And this tragic life can rock
But fate, it seems, had other plans
And took it in her wake
And now I sit, weak and exposed
And feel like a mistake
I can’t seem to remember now
A time when life was good
The future gets no brighter
Only harder to endure
I miss my box, where everything
Was perfect and exact
Where nothing was ever scary
Where nothing ever attacked.
So as I curl up in a ball
And let the fear sink in
Don’t pity me, nor rescue
….. for I fear I’m dead within.
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