Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Aug 2018 Wandering poet
Katelynn
Someday you’ll love you.
From the sparkle in your eye,
To the pitch of your laugh,
Even the color of your hair.

You will love every part,
From every wrinkle,
To every crinkle,
Every part of you.

But they will try to tear you down,
To make you frown,
To make you think you’re not worth it.

But darling you listen to me.

From the way you walk,
To the way you talk,
You will be mocked,
But don’t you listen.

From your weight,
To your height,
You are all wonderful to me.

Maybe one day you’ll see,
The beauty I see.
The way you were made,
So beautifully.

But until then,
Do not forget,
On how true beauty,
Comes from within.
I hope one day that you love you the way you deserve. You are worth it ❤
I wonder if people are scared like I am.
My teenage years were rough, even though I was a teenager only 6 months ago,
I miss those years because, I was so fearless.
I wasn't scared of anything but, being heartbroken.
I can't even go to sleep because, I'm so scared I won't wake up.
I'm in physical pain everyday, and the pain and constant anxiety is taking a toll on me.
When I first turned 13 I started cutting myself.
I've attempted suicide multiple times between 13 and 16.
Bottles of pills, self harming.
Now at 20 years old,
I'm so terrified to leave this earth.
Is there an after life?
Is there a heaven?
Is reincarnation real?
Do we see our loved ones who have passed away before us?
I have so many questions, but I am so scared to find out.
I wanna live the rest of my life happy and care free, because the constant worry and fear is taking over my life, and I don't want to let it.
 Jun 2018 Wandering poet
Cné
Smile
 Jun 2018 Wandering poet
Cné
I hope that you will smile today
and give yourself a break.
A smile can be great medicine.
It helps when hearts might ache.

Perhaps, if you try hard enough,
the smile becomes a grin.
And when you've worn it long enough,
you'll feel it grow and then...

The grin becomes a chuckle
and it then becomes a laugh.
And everyone will wonder if
you've made a social gaffe.

For laughter is contagious
and it helps to get us through.
Here's hoping that today will bring
some happiness to you.
 May 2018 Wandering poet
JL Smith
I fell in love
You fell in lust
I broke your plans
You broke my trust

© JL Smith
 May 2018 Wandering poet
Dev
a striking slice along the creamy white
freckle galaxy that is my thighs

is this what i've become?

a dab of crimson, slow pour at first
then a scarlet waterfall, perfect picture of my pain.

why did i do this

throbbing pain, dulling my senses
my mind is numb, almost at ease.

it hurts, i knew it would

gently easing cotton over wound,
bittersweet burgundy blood, feeding into pristine purity

what have i done
Yeah, i stole the title from a taking back sunday song
 May 2018 Wandering poet
Athena
Build.
I was told that woman are made to build.
But wait...
What if I told you that my gender identity was as messy as raindrops as they hit the ground?
What if the only thing I can build are stanzas in some wanna be poem.

Yes, I do have a ****** but I bind my ******* so tightly I cannot tell the difference between breathing,
And a panic attack.

I am not a woman.
I am not the type.
I am your type.

When I am asked what I would like to be when I grow up,
Isn't it sad that that the first thought that occupies my mind is,
"I want to be a man.."

My mother pushed out her precious baby girl and keep in mind I had a brother.
Have a brother.
*** and gender are two completely different things, darling.

When someone asks what I want to be when I get older,
I will say a carpenter.
Because at least then I can build myself to be a man.
From the ground up.

But for now I will have to settle for pecks made out of metaphors,
And the thought of a ***** as long as my lyrics.
Would you still love me if I was a man?
If not,
Then have fun choking on my poetry.

— The End —