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Vic Mar 2019
It's scaring me,
What humans can do.
To others, but mostly ourselves.
Cut,
Drink,
Take some pills.
Talk yourself into depression,
And out.
Humans scare me,
Am I one?
Or am I the monster on the opposite side of the mirror?
I'm writing a small poem every day about how I feel or the world around me. This is #9
gabrielle Mar 2019
i s   e v e r y t h i n g   w r o n g  ?
n o t h i n g   m u s t ' v e   b e e n   r i g h t

s o r t   i t   o u t

f i t   i n  ?
c h a n g e   y o u ?

n o , b e   y o u .
be likable

but be you
Riz Mack Mar 2019
I can see
in the way
that you move

alluring
seductive
and so pure

that for me
you will be
big trouble


I can feel
when you move
in that way

the demon
take over
gracefully

he sways me
enchanted
towards you


For the way
that you move
so freely

I can't help
but to stare
you seen it

and I knew
how you moved
was for me
I did do
a tricube
of tricubes

3x3x3 = 27
2+7 = 9
3+3+3 = 9
9/9 = 1
coincidence?
(no, it's maths)
Vic Mar 2019
If you're looking for a reason not to **** yourself tonight, this can be it.

Sometimes, we feel as if nothing matters.
We all do.
So i made a list of a few of my own reasons,
13 Reasons Why
I'm still alive.
And hopefully you'll change your mind.
Those moments you feel happy, and nothing but lucky.
And you wish nothing will ever change.
I will try my best.

Reason 9, Drown in your words at midnight.
"****, my window makes hella noise after last night's thunderstorm."
"So does that mean you can't sneak out at night anymore?"
"There's got to be another way, I'll fix it."
"Do you think you can do that?"
"If I want to."
"What do you want?"
"You. I want you. I want to love you. I want us to be together in a safe place. I want us to finally be okay. I want us to have a normal life, without hiding the drugs and alcohol, without hiding at all. I want to talk to you. I want us to realise. I want to write and paint and listen to music forever without the need to stop. I want to cry. I want to smile. I want to drown in your words at midnight.
Kamimi Mar 2019
The tallest tower for the eyes to see,
The glory of which is hard to believe,
Standing tall as a soulless ghoul,
Visiting everyday to take the fall.

Inside they seek to make us creak,
Broken shadows rolling steak,
Plunging untorn raking dimes,
Invisible chimneys incinerating minds.
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