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 Jun 2018 Tara
Alex B
Spark: a haiku
 Jun 2018 Tara
Alex B
You can’t fake a spark
But I miss our fireworks
We lit up the night
 Jun 2018 Tara
Emily Dickinson
50

I haven’t told my garden yet—
Lest that should conquer me.
I haven’t quite the strength now
To break it to the Bee—

I will not name it in the street
For shops would stare at me—
That one so shy—so ignorant
Should have the face to die.

The hillsides must not know it—
Where I have rambled so—
Nor tell the loving forests
The day that I shall go—

Nor lisp it at the table—
Nor heedless by the way
Hint that within the Riddle
One will walk today—
 Jun 2018 Tara
Alex B
Nights like this are hard
Knowing I am not the girl
I used to be
I want to go back
To normal life
Where the edge is not always
Right under my foot
Where laughter and endorphins
Play
And thoughts are happy
Not regrettable
And I can look forward
To thinking about the boy
Who will one day rule the world
And I had hoped,
Mine too
But now nothing feels
Like it will ever amount
My life is ruined
I’m done
I’m out
 Jun 2018 Tara
Alex B
Someone stole my color
And threw it to the wind
Scattered like ashes
I don’t know if I’ll ever find it

Someone stole my color
From the face I know so well
I saw it in the cotton candy clouds
And the teal ocean swell

Someone stole my color
I guess that’s where it went
The world looks so much brighter
Like something heaven-sent

Someone stole my color
And that’s what no one knows
Depression isn’t black
It’s the color of a rose

It’s the light orange in a sunset
And the yellow of a peach
Light blue, my favorite color
So simply out of reach

Purple like my favorite eyeshadow
No, lavender, I’d guess you’d say
And my favorite music artist
Although he has passed away

Someone stole my color
Now everything’s too bright
I suppose sometimes darkness
Isn’t the opposite of light

Someone stole my color
So I’ll wear grey and black
As if in mourning
Until I get it back
 Jun 2018 Tara
Roisin Sullivan
Skin
 Jun 2018 Tara
Roisin Sullivan
I want to rip my skin off
               And crawl into someone else's.
 Jun 2018 Tara
Shilpa Shyam
Skin
 Jun 2018 Tara
Shilpa Shyam
An ode to Skin,
at first succulent ,finally blotchy,
yet forever a wonderful thing,
keeping the outside out ,
and the inside in...
 Jun 2018 Tara
Myriah
skin deep
 Jun 2018 Tara
Myriah
My skin isn't paper
But that hasn't stop me
From cutting it burns,
It stings, it hurts
everyone says your so beautiful
But beauty is only skin deep
I feel low like penny on the ground that's
Been kick around.
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