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M H John Dec 2023
i cried this morning
while washing my fruits
my tears mingling with water
fixated on conversating
about my emotions
simply due to the fact
that everything in my garden
was grown by

the love of me

only to be harvest
on a regular tuesday sunny afternoon
by none other

than the hands of you
Mrs Timetable Dec 2023
My emotions
Get the
Loudest
In my
Safe zone
Like a child
White Shadow Dec 2023
Beneath the moon's melancholy glow,
A symphony of sadness begins to flow.
Loneliness weaves through the quiet night,
Heartache concealed, out of sight.

In the echoes of a silent room,
Unseen sorrows start to loom.
A solitary soul, burdened and blue,
Whispers of despair, known to few.

Gentle raindrops, tears from the sky,
Mimic the weeping of a soul awry.
Aching shadows, an unspoken pain,
Loneliness dances in the silent rain.

Through the verses of a heart's lament,
A poignant tale, like a whisper sent.
Tangled emotions, an internal sea,
Where sadness and loneliness intertwine, free.

Yet, in the tears that silently fall,
A raw beauty, a poignant call.
For every heart that has ever cried,
In shared sorrows, we're unified.
Em Dec 2023
sometimes being with him feels like im drowning
waves in my stomach crashing
the tides rise and fall in my chest
cause of death: i was obsessed
wept too many tears
caused myself to drown in a planet of my own fears
haven't written in a while I just wanna get all my thoughts out even if they may make more sense in my head
Jeremy Betts Dec 2023
I cry in the rain to maintain a particular mask, ensuring a path through this insane subclass
...I often ask, just how long does a generic smile last...
I cry in the shower to cover the inner lies power to destroy a future with a forgotten past
...can't fault the falling sand of even the most generic hourglass...
I choke on this lump in my throat, a radically ******, cringe worthy mass
...a bottomless bottom, a conundrum of a problem, an endless crevasse, I'm falling fast...
Corroded by the entanglement of lost days, the wrath of memories that didn't last and emotions that won't pass
...I am the match...I am the gass...

©2023
Gift Ono Nov 2023
**** me but spare mother
For she has spent all she has to offer
**** me but spare mother
Let her live a little longer

Beat me but touch not her
Her back aches from all I should muster
Beat me but spare mother
For she always had much to offer

Maybe in another life, I'll be better
Give her all she's wanted, get her happier
But now, I'm a load on her shoulder
An ache that has to linger
Gift Ono
Falling Up Nov 2023
You are the glass that I poured my heart and soul into
But oh,
you are much more fragile than glass

You are the bomb that I worked carefully to diffuse
But little did I know,
you just released tear gas

You are the salty stories that flow from my eyes
in the middle of the night
Stories of love, joy, and
despise

You are the burning anger I feel in my chest
The feeling pushed down and
repressed

You are so much of me
So how can I stand to lose you?
As we stand on ships drifting farther and farther apart on the open sea

The answer is as clear as the glass and as strong as the anger
I can’t stand to lose you
You’re the biggest part of me
It’s difficult
leeaaun Nov 2023
I play a role not meant for me

They want me smiling, but my heart's in strife,
Behind their words, a hidden world of pain.
In laughter's mask, I play a role so plain,
Yet tears within me, silent as the night.


Their expectations, heavy burdens weigh,
A scripted joy, in sorrow, I reside.
Aching truths beneath the smiles they guide,
I play a part, a role I can't betray.


Behind the scenes, a tale of sorrow weaves,
Unseen by those who seek a cheerful face.
Within the script, my heart finds no reprieve,
A tragic act in this relentless chase.


They ask for smiles, but tears won't be denied,
In scripted joy, my true self can't hide.
Falling Up Nov 2023
crystal tears turned to dust
i’m done crying
unless I must
i’m done buying
our time back like it will revive our lust
i’m done with the late nights and the I love yous
i’m tired of looking at you and not knowing who
you are now

but then I will think about the beautiful crystals
that formed through our years
beautiful
but sharp
painful to look at
it is beauty to love
but it is pain to lose it
We are drowning in pain. What happened to our beauty?
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