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Alexis Oct 11
all these poems I write
start with I,
I swear I’m not self centered
but they say write what you know.
So in a desperate attempt
to learn this soul of mine
All I write about
is me.
And you,
Yes, I write about you.
I write about the beauty of you.
Of how I would love to leave fingerprints on your heart and caress your soul .
I mean if you would allow me
To love you
Freely.
Will I ever be anything if I don't speak up now?
Will someone hear my voice if I don't call out somehow?
Will someone run towards me and say it's gonna be alright?
Please someone, anyone, help me win this fight.
I'm falling, drifting through this darkness
Jodie Davies Sep 29
I laugh when you wonder why you can’t sleep.

Sinking, though your arched back
hovers on the cold ground.
Pretending like you’re above the world
though you hardly ever leave the floorboards.
Drops from leaking walls count passing seconds
because the clock got tired of screaming for your help.
Seven times a morning you snooze his alarm
though you lay there on your rotting floorboards
with your eyes closed. As still and empty
as the world outside your leaking walls.
I know there’s a certain irony of today,
the seas move closer to the fires
yet, they still refuse to stop burning.
Millennials sip ***** through their metal straws
to save the fish
then eat sushi to ease their hangover.  
I thank you for trying
but you’ve set out for hell on a go kart with a broken wheel.
I know you think you’re preaching to the choir
with your trending reposts and Instagram stories
but you’re gushing to a world whose eyes
only ever see water.
What luxury you loan from mother-nature now is nice
but tell me in twenty years why it wasn’t
nice enough to fight for.
You waste your money on anti-depressants
and insomnia prescriptions
because you know that
the reason why you lay awake at night
is the hardest pill to swallow.
If only you could write a letter,
apologise to mother-nature
for wasting one of her children.

                Maybe then, you would be able to sleep.
We are in a climate emergency. We need to act before it's too late.
Kayla Sep 28
some see love akin to softness,
to a gentle gaze or a calming touch
but to me love is a cold slap given on a winter night
a wake up call when in the perfect daydream
love is the way i think about him; the way it hangs so heavy around my heart
like a noose that slowly tightens more with every thought
and yet it is impossible to stop
even as my circulation gets cut off
because thinking about him is like breathing to me
what petty trickery
he plays me for a fool
to make me choose between my wellbeing and my heart
when he already knew my choice
right from the start
Yours Truly Sep 26
One day I will look in the mirror with a soft smile.  
I’ll turn left and right in love with who I see.
I will see the beauty in myself
when all my curves have vanished,
and all that’s left is a bag of skin and bones
where I once stood.
Without saying a word, it’s always made known that I do not matter.
Laokos Sep 24
these words
as
powerful as an enemy
as loving as
no woman
no woman
no woman
no woman
no explanation
no arms
no legs
no lips
no hands
no one
now just
one beer and a hit
is all i need
to forget about my
walls
to forget about my
blundering , blubbering past self
weak and desperate for
affection/attention
embarrassment shadow
She is the light with undefeated brightness
Where it’s warm and contains happiness
But I rather stay in the darkness
For it’s misguide to the path that wasn’t chosen

Tempting and I never want to avoid
The lights calling my name wants me to stay below it
But I rather be here shove my ears and close it
In the cold darkness let my blood be frozen

So I buried myself in the shadow
Where it’s just cold and hollow
Because if I follow
It will only ends with disappointment
I hoped you guys found the right one
As I shut my eyes, I wailed and wept with no control.
My sorrows were flooded with my pitiful tears,
with every drop a cry of pain.
The aching heart and the struggling body yearned
over my miserable fate. I have undermined the power
of love, that is tearing me part by part as I desperately try
to cling onto an illusory fate.
I'm lonely in my confines of drowning despair,
protecting from it reaching her. Every now and then
her eyes would flick in my mind, to keep me sane.
For all I wanted was to see her smile. Now
our hearts are growing far apart...
Jodie Davies Sep 15
Like a blue raven that cries
in another language,
you whisper only to the
consoling ears of a black dog.  
Your wilted wings weep
at the smallest misfortune.
Your dewy eyes remind him of
the frost that stayed last winter.
The one that showed up unannounced
and confined you to your bed.
Harbouring a resolution,
like you too long for an end.
His smile is sinister,
a black hole, slime slicked
and drooling at the edges.
To you it utters only lies.
But you can’t help falling in love.
You devote your body to him,
as you pluck your feathers one by one:
He loves you, he loves you not.
He loves you, he loves you not.
You’re devoured by a void without him,
Scavenging for hope in the one that
relents to destroy any trace of it.
He has so much of you that you’ve forgotten
you own yourself.
When the tatted feathers from your worn-out wings
break free in the wind,
you wish you too were freed.
Your fallen feathers float gently to the ground,
merely a reminder of a place you wish to be.
You became a raven for the black dog
though you never asked him to change.
Look down over the city above which you fly…
Did you forget you are afraid of heights?
Losing who you are in the process of pleasing those around you.
liv bennet Sep 15
the world is turning
upside down,
with evil people wearing
broken crowns,

on this day our eyes
will meet,
watching everyone we know
turn to concrete.

this place we grew up in
is torn to shreds,
the world as we know it
will soon be dead.
original poetry written in august of 2019
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