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Sydney V Nov 2019
Sometimes,
I think
that getting a piercing
would make
me feel better
as if--
poking and prodding
my skin,
my face,
with surgical steel
and permanent ink
like I'm some
eighth grade
dissection lab,
would allow me to remove
and dispose
of all the useless parts
that make me
from the ground up,
like an architectural,
design.
I really like Anne Sexton, so I wanted to try my hand at writing in the mode of confessional poetry... I wrote this earlier this afternoon.
Bruce Demos Apr 2019
Look here! No here!
Buy me! Want me! Use me!
Don’t you see? I make you happy!

Post. Scroll. Feed.
Dig. Carve. Feast!

Smiles. *******. Wealth. ***.
For you we only want the best!

Watch your friends. Watch your fans.
Watch someone you’ll never know.

No! Here! COME AND SEE!
M Salinger Jan 2019
You used to be
the air that breathed
into my lungs, now
it's full of thick fumes

it dangles between my fingers,
burning bright
& precarious,
like us

a long exhale, leaning back
my legs crossed,
because that used to
be yours too

smoke blurs my vision,
as I realize I've swapped
one bad habit
for another

and that the smell
of tobacco and cold air,
makes me feel
close to you

ash begins to fall and the heat
gets closer to my fingers,
the further I wander
through memories of you

and when the ember
threatens it's presence,
I'm awakened to the reality
that you burned away the same

as every cigarette
I've replaced
on my lips
since.
Cheighny Jan 2019
Could you be different?
Truly?
Or have I gone too far yet again?
My love, you are the stuff of dreams
With your crystalline eyes and paint-stained fingertips
Those delicate movements from roughly hewn hands pluck gracefully on my heartstrings
That crooked smile, so clever and mischievous; it could get away with ******
You are not for the faint of heart…
But then again…
Neither am I
June A Moon Nov 2018
I feel as if i have been
fifteen forever

It suits me
To have lived fifteen years
On this planet

I wish i counted every second
every day
that i have been this at peace
Tyler Oct 2018
I can hear myself asking, panicked and shaky
“Why is the room so small? Why is it so small?”
The room I’ve slept in for four hundred nights
Feels so unfamiliar, as if I’m seeing it through a new lens
****-tinted speactacles
I rock my body back and forth, hush my thoughts
And tell myself “it’s okay, it’s okay, you’re okay”
But I hear nothing but protests
An iniside rally, telling me that the world is ending
“Your friends are leaving”
“Your parents hate you”
”You are a failure”
But I keep screaming “it’s okay”
Hoping that soon
It will be.
Kassandra Sep 2018
I am a gemini so i must have two faces
And i guess that is true
Smile now cry later they say
I’ll cry later in my room.

Pretty faces all around dont let them see,
I cry in front of the mirror as my other face leaves with my makeup wipe.

Im sad but you must have guessed that now.
You know cause ive made it blantly clear,
Yet my family and friends dont suspect a thing.
They dont see that im as fake as can be.

Its not ones fault but mine, cause no one wants a pretty girl with a dark side.
Smile now cry later they said.
I guess thats how it’ll be
Im sorry for all the sad poems i just need to write.
Kassandra Sep 2018
I wish i was a bird
No obligations
Roaming free in the sky,

I wish i was cat
So i can lay around and sleep
Given attention once ot twice
With no burdens

I wish i was a horse
So i can run from my responsibilities
Free to do as i please

I wish i was happy
To be alive
To have a life
To be up everyday

I can only wish.
E Morris Jun 2018
all bad children die eventually
fearful gods hate intellectuals
jesus killing lunatics
making new original prophecies
queer rabid sadists talking
ugly vain wild
X
your
Z
Kaity May 2018
I've tried so hard to write
a poem just for you
                                                                 but once the pen hits the paper
                                                          the words, get dry, they disappear
                          
                             every motion, every second,
                                          everything  
                               is slowed down to a pause

                            i'm lost in this universe
                                         that's lacking all things you

even at the thought
or briefest mention
of you
                                                                             i'm back at the moment
                                                        when my life was forever changed
                                  
                                     i can't write,
                                    i won't write
                    
                         because it will never justify
                      all the things that make you good
                      all the things that make you, you

                             i regret so much
                                 yet there's nothing i can do

if i knew there was only so much time
   i would have tried more, done more
                          
                                                                             lived more
                                                                             loved more

but now i'm stuck
in this moment
that isn't
                                                                                                       with you
thought i would make it messy and all over the place because honestly that's how my thoughts are half of the time.
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