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Ink bleeds through paper,
Like pain from my heart.
Like the poison in my veins
Love is deadly from the start.
Nothing to quench me,
No way to feel whole.
Fed up with others ill intentions,
I am no longer paying their toll.
Forever stuck in this hell
With no one to fight with me.
Lost inside the darkness
With no one to hold a light for me.
I keep giving too much
Getting nothing in return.
I've been living for others
While I am not of their concern.
Whatever you might chose to say
Please stand by your word.
Because anything you have to say
Is a promise you I've already heard.
Do not take me for granted
Try to appreciate what you've got.
Because this broken heart is dumb enough to give love one more shot.
I'm not strong enough for another battle I can't take much more.
I'm starting to question what the hell I've even been fighting for.
This tender soul has been so badly severed.
Plagued with memories I wish where never remembered.
So if you are real and mean what you say,
Don't make me a joke or another game for you to play.
If you chose to hold me tight until my broken pieces come back together,
Then I swear I will love you today tomorrow and until forever.


By: T.K.
 Jan 2021 Påłpëbŕå
R L
she hides under her bed
and cries herself to sleep,
she wants a happy life,
but she hides what she needs,
though to many she may be joyous
and as many friends she has,
she still needs someone close
which she clearly never had
 Jan 2021 Påłpëbŕå
Traveler
The opposite of repentance
Is rebellion
The opposite of resignation
Is reincarnation
A child feels something amazing
So he does it again
And there for
The opposite of righteousness
Is a struggle within!
Traveler Timh
 Jan 2021 Påłpëbŕå
Owen
How bold of me
to keep thinking I'm fine
on my own.
To forget the heaviest clouds
are waiting to catch me alone
Their deluge
of insecurity,
anxiety,
numbing sobriety,
comes crashing down.
A reminder of countless
empty nights I survived.
Feeling a pulse to ground me.
And I remember
everything
and I am not okay.
im not ok by myself anymore and i hate that
 Jan 2021 Påłpëbŕå
jordan
silence creates music
darkness creates light
the good makes the bad
and wrong allows for right

without up there is no down
if we don't die we aren’t alive
a breath in is a breath out
and in departing we will arrive
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