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 Nov 2019 M H John
R B M
I am a master at lying
It is an art
I’ve become so good at it
That when I say
I am fine
I almost believe myself
 Nov 2019 M H John
Gabriel
Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips
Gold
 Nov 2019 M H John
Raven
He writes poetry
But no one knows

He writes poetry
He writes about love
And loss

He writes about smiles
And frowns

He writes about sorrow
And forgotten towns

He writes about how lost he gets
Caught up in his own mind

He writes poetry to
And about others

But no one knows

Know one knows the depth of his soul
Because they all choose to see the exterior
And that exterior screams

Preppy
And preppy
Don't have souls

Or so they thought
Until the day he was consumed
By his own poetry
 Nov 2019 M H John
b e mccomb
at 4 in the
morning the sun
is never up
but i usually am

i worry
about things
that are out of
my control
even more about
things that are

get up early
when i work
and earlier
when i don’t
the older i get the
more i learn
sometimes you
need to cry it out

alone
at night
into your pillow
the blankets
wrapped all
around you

sometimes you
need to cry
and cry
and cry

until the morning
sun falls across
the tears dried
under your lashes

and the lump
in your throat has
dissolved so you can
breathe with ease

you need to get up
let hot water
wash it away
let the steam rising
from your mug soften
any sorrow left around
your morning eyes
take a deep breath
don’t mention it
to anyone

and
just
keep
going

i will
just
keep
going
copyright 9/7/18 b. e. mccomb
 Nov 2019 M H John
Keebo
Lonely Boy
 Nov 2019 M H John
Keebo
Lonely boy wanting to die
He acts on this feeling but survived
Now he lies awake at night
Questioning why? Why am I still alive?
His friends know that he is traumatized
They laugh and joke before turning a blind eye
His mum knows something isn't right
When she questions him, he bottles up then replies
''Everything is fine ma, focus on your life''
That same old line tears him apart every time
When he goes out a massive black cloud hangs around
When he stays in, the walls speak and scream at him
The lonely boy is just like you and I
He feels like a prisoner in his own mind
He lies awake at the middle of the night
Knowing full well there is nothing better than a failed suicide
But the spirit and feelings within the lonely boy died
 Nov 2019 M H John
Ray Dunn
11:10 pm
 Nov 2019 M H John
Ray Dunn
your heart
breaks different
when it beats
alone
idk something that just popped into my head
 Nov 2019 M H John
ross
her magic
 Nov 2019 M H John
ross
~

moonlight spilling from her eyes
magic pouring from her lips
the universe in audience of her beauty
even the stars would weep with envy


~
 Nov 2019 M H John
Yurii Kaplun
salt on her lips
tastes like ocean is near
wind in her hair
sounds like ocean is near
storm in her eyes
looks like ocean is here
 Nov 2019 M H John
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

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