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In a world that
has failed to keep
you safe,
I hope you find
peace among the stars.

-k.p//orlando
feeling heavy hearted today
We all lie to a beggar
When asked if we have some to spare
If we did not have to spare
Then we too would be beggars
like the tattoo
you got at sixteen,
you wore me proudly
for a little while,
but as time passed,
I was covered up by
something better
and eventually forgotten
as a whole.

-k.w//your ****** tattoo
 Jun 2016 Isabella Watson
J
Lovers
 Jun 2016 Isabella Watson
J
The breath before a collision
Moving towards each other,
On a course of inevitability

Our creation was built
On the consequential mathematical
Equation of our impact

But from some miracle,
Here we are,
Skin against skin,
Draped along silk and sunlight;
The loudest moment
Of silence
I am tangled hair
after long drives
on hot summer
afternoons with the
windows down, stuck
in that timeless moment
when you can't
help but smile
because you know
that you're free.

I am the freckles
scattered across the
backs of my
arms and hands that
make up hundreds
of tiny constellations—
all complex,
all imperfect,
all beautiful.

I am the song
that takes you back
to that simplistic moment
after your junior year
of high school—
the one that you
haven't listened to
in years, but
still remember
every word like it's
the back of
your hand.

I was never put here
on accident.
I am no mistake.

-k.p//i am
One day,
you will begin to realize
that you can't save
other people—
you can only love them
as they learn to
save themselves.

-k.w
There was inspiration
to be found in the way
her words danced in the
back of my head on an
endless loop,
and weighed heavy on
my heart for days on end.
And once I discovered this feeling,
I realized there was nothing I wanted
more than to transform
the hearts around me,
just as she had done
with mine.

-k.w//madisen
this poem was featured in this month's issue of Local Wolves Magazine, so I thought I'd share it with you guys.
there is no control in anything

i feel i have no choice
but to tear apart this body
as if it's some worn down structure
with framework too shaky to house
anything other than good intentions

and i see the look in my
mother's eyes as she wishes
she could do more for me
but i have found no way to
alleviate this battle—
staying up late for sins i know
i'll regret in the morning

and the only things that stay
are those i so desperately
wish would disappear

-k.w//framework
He stopped searching for love,
and I fear that he grew tired
of tasting the ghost of
her on the lips of
other women.  

-k.w//what if
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