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This bends my mind.
Welds my thoughts, turning them into gold.
The heartbeat within me slows and speaks.
It twists like metal wrapping around my being.
Like the beams of highway lights, the day's light lingers.
It lingers in a wayward manner,
seemingly afraid to depart,
turning in and wielding light.
Inside out, it seeks a dark place to shelter.  
This life surrounds me.  
It’s paper confetti and barbed wire—  
always bending and never breaking,  
celebrating and awakening.  
Tell me, what is it that we are forsaking?

-Rhia Clay
Nobody May 22
i'm sorry i'm too chicken ****
to confess to you

i'm sorry my anxious ***
can't tell you the truth

there are so many ******* things i cant do

so i'm sorry i'm too chicken ****
to confess to you


so for now i'll just flirt and blush
like a schoolgirl with a lame ******* crush
i'm sorry if i'm too much

and i'll continue to hide
how i actually feel,
too many parts of me
that i must conceal

none of this even feels real

and no matter how much
i hide the truth
i'm sorry i'm too chicken ****
to confess to you
dude i was so ******* close to writing this in italian so only the ppl who have the energy to google translate or sum **** could read it BECUSE THIS IS SO ****** CRINGE RAHHHH NOT EVERYBODY SHOULD BE ABLE TO READ THIS I'M GOING TO SCREAM BUT I NEEDED TO GET THIS OFF MY CHEST ***** AND ITS SO BAD BUT ITS OK ITS A LEARNING PROCCESS
The sticking points losing their touch
We used to dive into drops of rain
lace and distaste
affection and addiction
obsession and possession
the pain without gain
the rotting of the brain

the parents pride and prune and preen
you've finally turned 15

lack of sleep
little to eat
just take more medication
if that doesnt help, review it on yelp
and theyll say you just lacked dedication.

the adults find you fit to be seen
"you're not actually 15?"

the brain shutting down
systems start to drown
you're  not  in  the  best scene

welcome one
welcome all

another fool turning fifteen.

-Ajs
wow im a freak.
i hate being 15
inutilpaacas Mar 2
ince ou eft
I ave voided eginnings
perhap fo fea of th endin
Archer Feb 13
You can stand up to your fears
By making them
Incorrect.
Mark Wanless Feb 11
i let crime seekers
into the building because
i coward afraid
A girl, made of paper
She blows in the wind
All her thoughts, written on her pages
Creative and calm and curious and careful
She sings, shyly, softly
In the middle of the night
She doesn't want to be heard
She wants to be heard

A girl, made of stone
She stands steady in the storm
Her face, emotionless, expressionless
Strong and stony and stoic and silent
She writes, fluidly, fearfully
In the middle of the night
She doesn't want to be seen
She wants to be seen

A girl, made of light
She shines in the dark
Love glistens in her eyes
Luminous and loving and lighthearted and loyal
She glows, boldly, beautifully
in the middle of the night
She doesn't fear being seen
She doesn't fear being heard

Girls made of paper
And girls made of stone
Hurt too many times by those who claim to care
Hiding from the world no longer
Girl made of light
Hope is her name
Burns like a spark in their hearts in the night
Whispering softly, gently
It's ok to be seen
It's ok to be heard
Found this SUPER old poem, pretty sure I was 12 when I wrote this. Randomly unearthed it when going through a box of old stuff (I'm a bit of a hoarder), and decided it wasn't terrible.
Bhavesh Shah Jan 29
I waited for your wish
how foolish was I
Spent days buzzing off
for you to reply
Till my sun sets in and it was night
I better prepare for the worst night
clock strikes 12 and I was afraid
My heart breaks throughout the night

~Bhavesh Shah
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