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On wobbly knees
And shallow breaths,
I took
A
   Leap
            Of
                 Faith
Just random 2 minute thoughts.....is it even poetry?
She walks on toes, in silence dressed,

As if her presence is a guest.

Years of echoes, sharp and rough-

Too loud, too soft, not good enough.

Too much, too little-constant doubt,

That made her want to phase right out.



Compliments land like drops on stone,

They touch but never claim her bone.

“You’re strong, your kind, you shine so bright”-

But her own voice dims all that light.

“They don’t know you”, it softly sighs,

“The fear you mask, the truth you hide.”



She second-guesses every sound-

Each word returns, a ghost abound,

Haunting her in nightmare’s hush,

When the world has lost its rush.



Still-she's learning, step by step,

Through every wound she’s ever kept.

To trust the view that others see-

Not brokenness, but bravery.



Not the girl once coldly told

Her worth was something bought or sold,

A maybe, shifting, not quite real-

Just based on how she made them feel.



But the woman who still wakes each day,

Who shows up, even when afraid.

Who loves with scars the world can see,

And dares to think; “I might be me.”



Perhaps her pride does not yet roar,

But hums beneath her, evermore.

A steady thrum, a whispered song,

That tells her she’s been strong all along.



Her pride may not yet roar or rise,

But hums beneath-her quiet prize.

A steady thrum, a whispered song,

That says she’s been strong all along.





She's not quite there-but still she tries,

And wipes the doubt out from her eyes.

And sometimes, in the mirrors gleam,

She catches glimpses of the dream.



The woman others swear is true-

And in that flash, believes it too.
there's something wrong with my head.
minutes turn into days, days turn into nothingness,
fall through me like i'm made of holes,
scars form where grass used to grow.

i'm in the middle of an uninhabited desert,
i'm in a crowd, so dense there's barely room for a breath.
my thoughts follow their own footsteps,
caught in a game of hide-and-seek with myself.

i should've paid more attention to chemistry,
because i think my brain is missing some vital element,
one that would finally show me how to be whole.
but there is something wrong with my head.
Mariah May 1
No matter what I find
I'm so glad I chose to hide
Instead of doning a disguise

I waited until I could find
A place that wasn't just in my mind
To trust myself to be alive

I'm so proud to be in a place
To no longer believe it when they say
I was born a certain way

The rage
It comes from a true place
My heart of hearts true faith
I refuse to replace
With self hatred
For their own sake

Instead of shaving down
The life I've built around
The one that I burnt down

I'll protect it with that same rage
You told me was my worst mistake

And when you see me face to face
with regret
I'll **** doubt instead
It takes time.
He hides from life, he runs away,                                                            ­            
                                                                ­                                                   
 can't handle the strife of his everyday                                                         ­       
                                                                ­                                                        
       If he doesn't see it, it did not happen,
                                                         ­                                                     
feelings reserved, he's living on   rations                                                          ­                                                                 ­   
                                                                ­                                                  
Can't take the pressure, can't push
himself,                                              
          ­                                                                 ­                                           
out of his safe zone and into our hell                                                             ­       
                                                                ­                                                     
So easy to pull the covers over your head,                                            
                                                                ­                                                        
I would rather live in the light
instead                                                          ­    
                                                                ­                                                
One day he will realize, he's all
alone                                                        
                                                                ­                                            
within the walls of his safety zone
Simon Bridges Apr 20
Each balloon in my room
Carries a captive thought
The type of which remain
                                         Dominant
                                         Predatory
Paced
Head below shoulder
Eased only by a need
To sway
                    On un-retracted claw
Each anxiety  
A cord of attachment
Each balloon
Led to an open window
                                   One by one
Released to navigate the planet
Lest they stay
To circle the world
                    Inside my head
Damocles Apr 15
Save me,
I’m drowning in a sea of doubts,
Life rafts have sunk, and this birch log is soggy
There’s so much I want to say if I could say.

Save me,
My voice feels hoarse,
There’s a sharp pain in my chest when I breathe
And I’m not quite sure if you’re still here with me.

Save me,
Violence deafens reason,
No longer listening to conscience
When red is such a pretty shade to paint the roadways.

Save me,
There’s a dream I had,
Stolen in the waking beat of lashes
And I can’t go back home,
Can’t find my way back down those roads
That brought me to a happy end.

“Goodbye sunshine,
In the wake of all the storms I’ve been
The wreck I cause in the wake of retribution
Somewhere in this tsunami wave
I’ve washed upon the shore, not sure of self
Who did I become to win a war already won?”

Save me,
I fear what’s to come,
If I don’t find the sun,
Need to shine in the garden,
Grow my precious crop,
And harvest the goodness like a wholesome truth.
We all get a little down in our feelings. Sometimes, you feel like life is an uphill battle or that you have to defeat those who are chaotic evil in the world. Sometimes, you have to realize you have to protect your own peace at any cost. Let the Law handle things, and let karma catch up to those who choose to do harm. This isn't a cry of defeat, this is me boldly saying, "Hey, I've lost what made me me, help me regain perspective."
Immortality Apr 12
"Will I make it?"
the heart cries.

A thousand tries,
yet I fall.

"Should I lower my expectations?"
it whispers.

"No, it's not over until you win,"
the mind insists,
like night cradles the sky;
light will come soon.
To those chasing their dreams, remember: there's always light at the end of the tunnel for those who remain true to their hard work and dedication.
Viktoriia Apr 10
the abundance of possibilities
is making my stomach upset.
i feel like i forgot something,
i feel like i'm always catching up.
the ceiling is getting closer,
i think i'm about to throw up.
everyone's asking who i am
while i dream of a factory reset.

the sun's bleeding into the horizon,
the sun's taking its time to settle and set.
the infinite number of possibilities
is making my stomach upset.
Isaace Apr 3
From ecstasy to anguish—
Now, tenfold, I fizzle out.
I have failed my task which was within,
That which I began again—
Had begun again— with the labouring chagrin.
And now it seems, evidently,
I appear as apparition,
Walking the gentle tides of doubt.
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