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life goes on
the mark remains

it was remarked that there is no hurry
that we have the rest of the winter
 Jan 30 Pax
Monté Carlœ
Today I looked at my belly, and said

I hate you.

Tomorrow, just a little less.
 Jan 30 Pax
Mounir Laroussi
Snow one foot deep
hungry birds on my feeder
chirping Thank You
haiku
 Jan 30 Pax
Kaiden
Trauma
 Jan 30 Pax
Kaiden
I'd rather live through the trauma
That i know,
Instead of starting a new one.
I was given the choice of living with my father and my mother (and her boyfriend). He's abusive but I'd rather suffer through the trauma I know than a new type of trauma where i wouldn't know how to deal with it.
 Jan 30 Pax
kel
my heart
 Jan 30 Pax
kel
got my heart wrapped around your lil' finger-
every sound that escapes your lips is a trigger.
just the sight of your face makes me shiver,
yet the nonchalance in your eyes is a splinter.

ruler of my heart-
I'm begging you,
love me like I love you.
I'm listening to ruler of my heart while writing this btw 😔
 Jan 30 Pax
Donall Dempsey
WORLDS AT ONCE

I watch you
sleeping
in the mirror

& touch
your image
& you echo it

only your laughter
inhabiting both
worlds at once

on the other side
of nowhere
a dream away

the mirror
laughs
in its sleep
 Jan 30 Pax
Daniel
Every day I had to dig through
deeply rooted malignancies
and clusters of phosphorescent
spider eggs and webs full of
dead flies draped throughout a
long-abandoned domain
once inhabited
                    by my mind

the roots pushed and
twisted their way through
thick walls of the
foundations and membranes
of spirit mind and body
where I didn't even know
how to feel, all I knew is
that I had crossed unseen
         no trespassing signs

in life among the living
I lived as though I were dead
In the midst of vast human
knowledge I held
        vast emptiness instead

This lack of substance was
all that was left in my mind
I found myself trying to buy
back more of what I
had to
          leave behind

my mind and spirit were in
lockdown; in this death I
began to die. when I was
high I felt let down;
     in the truth I saw a lie.

the dawn of each new day
filled the sky with hues of a
darker light. since all of
the windows were barred
       and boarded-up

the only way I could see
glimpses of a brighter
light or others living life
were through any thin
little cracks I could find

like an addict trying to
avoid their addiction
each new day and every
waking hour I would find
myself learning what I was
        losing my mind
        trying to forget

I was so sick and tired of
     d . . . always going down.
          o
        w
           n

truth only strengthened
         this neurotic depression

but in the throes of pain and
breakdown I found hope in
a New Day. when I was lost
in the cycles of confusion
I at least found pieces of
peace and pieces of mind
        along the way

when I die with the sun in
the midst of the evening
I now find enough faith
   to believe I will
            rise with it again

when I seem to have lost
all of my chances I clutch
desperately to any strand
     of a chance to begin

saving what's left of my mind
buying what used to be mine.
©2025 Daniel Irwin Tucker

Coping with depression and winning!
 Jan 30 Pax
Austin
Gunshots go off in the head of a man with a gun in his hand

He pictures an unload of the clip, and a picture of the clothes he was in, only picture to remember him by.

And it's nights like these when he's filled with regret that he thinks of wound drawing blood from his head.

                                                 |death|

find solace in his demise
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