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maria Sep 2020
let me be
   let
       me-

_stop the bit
      I'm out of breath
written on September 15, 2020
© ,Maria
Penmann Jun 2019
My coffee tasted like ****
The playlist made me cry
Strangers gave me chills
Cold looks and hot grills

I'll get up tomorrow and change everything.

I don't need coffee anyway.
I turned on the radio today.
Evie Apr 2019
i feel the need to write a poem
i feel the desire to write a poem
sometimes it seems
everything has already been written
i feel i am out of ideas for now
god knows some other version
of hell on earth shall come along
giving me painful inspiration
i cant seem to find anything to write about today. i have an unhealthy addiction to lil peep for some reason at the moment and i am realizing his music is, in fact poetry, despite the fact that everyone thinks he *****. i certainly do not believe he ***** but hey whatever cracks your glow-sticks amiright
adriana Feb 2019
i wish you messed with me
and not my mind
but at least you ***** something of mine
Traveler Feb 2019
Here in this corner
Of my private Hell
Far to long
But yet I dwell
In time warps of mind
Crossing through lines
I forget so much
Most of it kind
Suddenly a flash
But just a glimpse
Faint memory
But just a hint...
Traveler Tim

I have amnesia now days
When I read my poems from the day before it always is the first time I’m reading them
Talk about a strange sensation
Ziya mansoor Jan 2019
A special feeling
Where all things go away
Where you sadness changes
Into a fire
Like a bud changes to a flower
It is REVENGE the feeling in you
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