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 Jul 2015 Judy Soto
medicine
Lost
 Jul 2015 Judy Soto
medicine
saw the sea
did not dive into the waves
waited the sunset
walked a thousand miles away but there was no good reason.
got lost in the dark, and pleaded with star
but the horizon looked down, and the star was far away
 Jul 2015 Judy Soto
serah
and she said "I'm fine"
but her eyes tells a different story
and she said she's well
but you can see the eyebag under her eyes
and she said she's strong
but you know she cried all night
and she said she's clean
but you see the way she hides her wrists
and she said "I'm fine"
and you said "Honey, i saw the way your hands shake"
 Jul 2015 Judy Soto
ZL
Contagion
 Jul 2015 Judy Soto
ZL
today I read a depressing poem
and became depressed.

And I was in a good mood.
 Jul 2015 Judy Soto
David Hall
if you wake every morning
and do nothing to make your life better
it will not get any better
if you wake every morning
and do something to make your life better
then surely no matter
how bad life might seem right now

it will get better
i'm feeling so sad
but people keep telling me
my life isn't that bad

but i can feel my chest rotting
and my heart is heavy like a rock
it's hard for me to get out of bed
even harder for me to talk

i'm pale and small
and haven't seen the light in ages
i leave my tears on all my journal pages

i'm sad
i'm sad
i'm sad

i want to be okay
but for now
it looks like
the pain is here to stay
 Mar 2015 Judy Soto
Layla Thurman
I fell in love with your words
And the way you described me
I fell in love with the way
You were able to detail everything
I fell in love with the reasons
That you broke my heart in
Beautiful
Little
Pieces
 Mar 2015 Judy Soto
Mitch Prax
They’ll be
no sleep tonight
Not when you’re
on my mind
the night:
It’s cold, it’s silent
But your silence:
it freezes, it screams
It’s the loudest sound
The loudest sound
I ever heard
My poems
are not all the same.
Mixed emotions,
you see.
Some are depressed,
some are just sad.
Some are happy,
and some are mad.
I am a poet,
I write what I feel,
although I am as numb
as my fingers
on a cold winter day.
 Mar 2015 Judy Soto
Mitch Prax
and now
because of you
i know i
have a heart

and now
because of you
i wish i
didn’t
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