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 May 2013 R
CRH
Although it helps us
            write,
It doesn't make it
             right.
Each day I log on here to be greeted by the humbling and beautiful words of this community and too often these words are being used to describe and mourn and cope with mistreatment and misunderstanding and heartbreak.  It is so admirable to see so many of you turning your heartache into beautiful works of art but today I am just furious at the people who mistreat you.  Thank you for sharing your stories of pain and I hope whoever has hurt you will realize that you are a force to be reckoned with.
 May 2013 R
Tierney Scoblic
I think of you
   the way the sun thinks of the moon.

Separate
                Opposite
But who would you be
                 without me?

Lonely
for when you go up
I go d
          o  
             w
                n

When you shine bright
   you block my light
But who would you be
   without me?

Your spectrum much greater
   while mine tends to fade
But I'll see you later
   when it's my turn to shine.

I think of you
   the way the sun thinks of the moon.
When I'm alone
   you're waiting...

Waiting to take my place.
   For who would you be
       without me?
 May 2013 R
sara
just hormones
 May 2013 R
sara
just hormones
i tell myself
not real pain
not a big deal
but everything hurts and i want to die
just hormones 
hiding behind eyeliner
it masks the red 
i wasn't crying
allergies
mine are bad this time of year
i wasn't sad
why do you ask?
how ridiculous
i
don't
get 
sad
i don't need help
 i just need some time alone
no people
just the static crackling of a car radio a few yards away
a talk show with the volume **** turned too loud
screams and laughter from where my friends stand
they aren't like me 
they don't want me
i don't want them
i'll hide in a corner
hide behind a mask
of eyeliner
and lip gloss
cloaked in shadows
drip drip
goes the water
it's cold over here
but hidden
nobody can see me
i'm just another person on their phone
clipped into technology 
indifferent 
not in pain
just hormones 
i remind myself
you aren't really hurting
the slightest touch will turn your eyes into waterfalls
so stay hidden 
stay safe
it's ***** over here
bird **** on a window
how is it that even possible?
moist
disgusting
guarded by 6th graders
to afraid to approach me
but i can feel their eyes on me
creepy pasta
is what they discuss
as they beat their violin strings
with their bows
unpleasant noises
there's my mom's car
pulling up
get ready
smile
energy
brush your hair back
natural
act natural
"How was your day?"
hard
"Fine"
it's just hormones.
i know
it's ****
but it felt good to write, so
 May 2013 R
Emily Kane Elmore
I think I saw the moon tonight
Ivory, aglow
Alive and bright, reflecting light
Shone through my open window

I think I felt the moon tonight
With my fingertips just so
I brushed against her dusty cheek
And whispered a meek “Hello”

I think I heard the moon tonight
Voice lighter than a feather
She shared the folklore of the faeries
Who danced amongst the heather

I traveled with the moon tonight
From Berkley to Milan
She showed me the most gorgeous sights
Beyond imagination

I danced around the moon tonight
To melodies of yore
I felt so happy and carefree
I hadn’t heretofore.

I slept upon the moon tonight
She lulled me to a sopor
She lay me back in my warm bed
And tucked me in the covers.
 May 2013 R
Denver Elijah Bijlsma
Me and my blade,
we've been through alot.
I've grown attached to it,
slice after slice it tears through.
And not a single tear surfaces my eye.
Always followed by a cleaning,
licking my blood off my blade.
I have taken this blades life,
Maybe one day it'll take mine...
 May 2013 R
ae
Love and Forget
 May 2013 R
ae
For every person there is always a better one
they will all leave until you are left with none
will I just laugh or must I endure
that the love I gave was too pure.
You leave without a glimpse
just carrying not with memory but only with pride
that you left so strong like no teardrop on your eye
yet I still live my life to love and hate
waiting for you to comeback to cry and stay
and will be watching you leave again on another day.
 May 2013 R
individuality-exists
Red
 May 2013 R
individuality-exists
Red
Her eyes were red,
They showed her pain
It was obvious,
That she was crying again.

Her voice, just a whisper
Insignificant as dust
She's searching for someone
Someone to trust

She smiled and laughed
While her eyes remained empty
Strange that a smile
Can hide things so deadly

Her wrists show no scars
But her soul, tampered and broken
Their words were like weapons
Invisible when spoken

Her eyes were red,
They showed her pain
It was obvious,
That she was crying again...
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