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Lisa Dec 2023
I didn’t know you could die without dying but thanks to you get I get the  experience my lungs and heart gasping for air at the same time feels like I’m suffocating but some how i’am still breathing this is the closest I have felt to hell you have to be the devil in disguise you took my joy balled it up and made it tears I mean you could have fooled me I thought only magicians could do that but I guess satan had some trips up his sleeves for me , I’m sorry that someone hurt you but I don’t deserve this type of pain and for you to purposely try to hurt me because someone hurt you that hurts you knew what you were doing you disgust me I don’t feel sorry for you but I’m sorry that happened to you but still we all are accountable for our own actions we are not kids anymore you knew what you were doing you masked up for a while but eventually your horns start to poke out you couldn’t hide it any more a devil in disguise you were never the perfect guy  u claimed to be  , you sit on a bed of lies and I sleep in a bed full of tears and regret….. I may be drowning in my tears right now but I know that god is still watching over me and hoping I learned my lesson well if your listening god I have learned my lesson I know that you are here with me every step of the way but people  like him makes me wanna to over dose and come see you at least I know I’m safe with you ❤️🦋
I like to pour my pain in my poetry 😮‍💨❤️
Danny U Busch May 2023
The poet and the madman
went to see their master
One laughed, one cried
a step aside
lied bruised Lady Disaster

The humming birds of consciousness
sung out a sad sad tune
But bound to fail
the winter's tale
was far away From June

Gracious good men down a line
stumbling quicker, faster
Seen bitter lack
and deeper black
and meet the Demon Master

A rider pale in forest dark
by moonstruck humble blue
Light fades to red
be decent dead
and face the morning new
Wrote 2023
Danny U Busch Apr 2022
An orphaned sky
yet almost blue
depicting wasteland beautiful
travel save, ye lonely bird
and take care of your thought and word

a single beat, a single song
abandoned lands, a moan so long
hurting kind, oh bless my soul
melancholia will take its toll

contoures blurred
in a view unkind
the difference of
the second sight

a stone uncarved
the tide unfilled
unequation - remain in light
straight ahead
neither left, nor right
straight ahead,
nor left, nor right

things unsaid,
things undone,
things unsomething,
songs unsung,
the road untravelled,
the weakness strong,
the deeds so many
but
too many turns wrong

oh faithful breath ye gentle wind
make me see the morning light
straight ahead
not left
not right…
written in 2015
Kambry Wilson Apr 2022
Everything is loud,
No matter where I go.
I can’t control the sounds,
Or will my heart to slow.
I seem to beg for silence,
Or a moment of release,
To just escape the world,
And plead the sounds to cease.
I do not want to die.
But I’m afraid to be alone,
With all the noise inside my head,
I want to find my home.
Yet the darkness overwhelms me,
Begging for a taste,
Of the loneliness inside my heart.
A dam willed to break.
Hey guys! I wrote one of my first poems since high school tonight & im really proud of it! Let me know what you think!
daisy Mar 2022
sleepless nights,
three distorted minds
good evenings become wild
—there’s no where to hide

dreams in halt
and bleeding hearts
wounds tasting the bitterness of salt
silently crying as they hide the cracks
—everyday is a marathon,
but no one runs for life anymore,
they rush to escape, from living,
from home, and that’s all
Cathy Devan Oct 2021
I wrote a loveletter to my ghost
I hope this finds you fine
Don't brush me off yet
I hope you kept that smile
The scars that grazed past my skin
They were my momentos
Hover over my loved ones
Be a guardian Angel
And when they ask about me
Or their hearts shatter
Because of our memories
Remind them to hang on
The good times
Make the lights flicker
Or shake the granny clock
On our chipped wall in the living room
That's the language of the ghosts
Ain't it?
©Cathy Devan
Ig rogue lover
I rarely
think of
you,

But
when I
do.

There's sounds
of melancholic
music.

That
moment
you were
drowning,

And choking
my soul to
death.

Trying to
**** me off.

All because
you couldn't
love yourself.

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to ©BSM

2021-7-20
Abuse surviver emotional
abuse survivor , abuse emotional abuse heartache.
You burned
me with your,

Devilish eyes
of deceit
hoping to ruin
me...

You have
no power over
me for your
charms have
run out.

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to ©BSM

2021-7-6
Claim your freedom and
remember no one should have possession over you male or female regardless of their ***,

no one has a right to
claim you like a possession
that's not love so love
yourselves❤

For someone
that's struggling
to love themselves,


remember your
amazing your
beautiful your
handsome and
love yourself
always.


God
makes us as we are he doesn't make mistakes or scrapes and never compare
yourself to another that's
disrespecting yourself your
an amazing person look
inside and you will see
once you get past the hurt
there's someone amazing
inside you.

Remember your beautiful
handsome and beautiful is your soul your humor
personality poetry
everything about
you.

Make a list of
what you love
and don't love
about yourself
but remember
God looks at your
heart not your
looks because kindness
and love is beautiful
and attractive just be
around ones that support
you encourage you inspire
you not put you down remove the toxic from
your life believe me
I know I've been there.
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