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 May 2020 Emma
Sketcher
Alone
 May 2020 Emma
Sketcher
Being alone doesn't scare me until I feel the elating presence of another individual.
The fear of being separate creates undesirable and painful attraction.
The closeness must be mental and physical.
Joy in addition and misery in subtraction.
 May 2020 Emma
Sketcher
*Hug*
 May 2020 Emma
Sketcher
I hug them close, day after day,
And they hate when I start to pull away,
And they pull back tighter and tell me to stay,
And I'm at a loss for words, not knowing what to say,
All of her emotions are on display,
Which makes her glow like a ray,
Of sunshine in early May,
Outshining my soul enshrouded in gray,
Warming me, making me melt like clay,
Deeper into her arms, I pleasantly decay,
Making me feel lighter than a feathers weight,
Making the universe let me know it's all okay.
 May 2020 Emma
Bullet
Run
 May 2020 Emma
Bullet
Run
Run
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Life
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Hold
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Light
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Near
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Before
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Bullet
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Pulls
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Through
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Run
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From
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The
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Hues
 May 2020 Emma
Knowledge Variable
My feelings are tremendously painful to experience, but they're real, as for now, it's a personal truth
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PSkd4YG_jFg
 May 2020 Emma
Sketcher
The Key
 May 2020 Emma
Sketcher
In the end, my friend, acceptance is key. Let it be.
 May 2020 Emma
Branden
Strangers
 May 2020 Emma
Branden
It’s kinda funny,
Everyone you have chosen
To Love,
To Hate,
To Fear
Was once to you
A nameless face,
A faceless name,
Perhaps both
Perhaps neither
But for sure they were
At the very least
A Stranger
Breaking the tradition of only uploading poems written after 1 am as this was written at 12:30 am
 May 2020 Emma
basil
i miss your gentle kiss, but lately
i've been kissing pill bottles more.
 May 2020 Emma
Amelia Delgado
whit doves
bart simpson
but the best were Green Naked Ladies.
glistening like a Star on
Hollywood Boulevard
not even the
moon was as
high as me
 May 2020 Emma
Lupus-
I wish it were all a dream
A fantasy inside my head
So that everything isn't what it seems
For everything to come to an end

This is too much to take
Let it all be fake
There isn't much left to break
But I'm tired of the burn and ache

I can't anymore
I'm not as strong as I was before
It hurts me down to the core
What is there left to fight for

I wish this wasn't real
I'm not enjoying what I feel
It's impossible for me to heal
With the pain I have to face and deal

I see it all deteriorate
The world fills with more hate
Now it's all too late
To be able to change fate

But I wish it were all a dream
A fantasy inside my head
So that everything isn't what it seems
For everything to come to an end
You just wish it wasn't true, it is all unbelievable to have to go through all this suffering. You wish things could heal overnight, but it doesn't seem to work that way. This pain is all to real.
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