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Rakha May 2018
I want to be you
In the holy communal

I want to be you
Suffocated by the plastic bag

I want to be you
Sitting at the top

I want to be you
Head-diving from sixtieth floor

I want to be you
And happy 98th birthday!

I want to be you
Reading this and

I want to be you
Who had half the mind to wonder
If this means anything
does it?
Shubham Solanki May 2018
What is Beauty?
The origin of Art they say
Word to the wise
that's bit of a cliche
May I ask you again
Oh cynical human
Is it beauty you see
with these lustful eyes
Or is that greed
cloaked as desire
lurking in disguise
Let me just say outright
Love makes you see
what's really beautiful
Hiding in plain sight.
Jacob Lyons May 2018
You thought I'd go away
I'm the color red in speech
I'm the color blue in thoughts
The color green when I see
Burn inside of the anger
Of a thousand years of fire
Drown inside of the sleepless
Nights that I've had, I'm tired
Search into my envy, my jealously
My wishing for more, my everything
I know that time goes and goes
But my mind doesn't like the clock
It keeps looking up and the hope
Dies inside of my nightmare thoughts
John Marneslow Apr 2018
Clouds

“Friends that fly above so high, I wish I too could touch the sky and gently float unto my end. I’d watch humanity down below continue on in their futile struggle. Yet I’d wander far too low near the gentle and broken soul. And I too would would change in form, once again to the man that I was born.
I see now that I couldn’t join you up in the sky..my grief would change my calm and steady nature and so I could never reach your stature..so for now I’ll stay down here and perhaps one day I’ll let go my fear...”
VS
-John Marneslow
How I envy clouds
Jordann Apr 2018
I envied her
For having
All that I thought I wanted

Now
Every night
I pray for her
Hoping she finds the strength
To escape the sharp and rusted hooks
Of your abuse.

~ j.p.
empty seas Apr 2018
I have a dark, slithering thing
it lives in me
curled up in the cavity
just above my stomach
it only awakes
to eat and destroy
feasting on my emotions
and destroying my self-confidence
as my other emotions are slowly dying
to where I cannot feel them anymore
the dark, slithering beast
gives me one emotion
it is the only emotion
envy
I turn jealous and hateful
unable to smile with the beast showing me
how everyone is so much better
it hisses to me:
your best friend is funnier and nicer
your girlfriend more talented and pretty
they will turn away eventually
for you have no good qualities

I can’t bear to hurt anyone
so I turn to isolation
the great, slithering beast turns on me
and from the inside out
tears me to shreds
Everyone I love is so much better than me, and I dread the day they realize I’m nothing compared to them, and finally leave me
Jonathan Nouse Apr 2018
You
The clear horizon.
Just past the eye of the storm.
april w Apr 2018
She wakes up each morning
Looks in the mirror

She puts an oversized hoodie over

Straightens her hair
Like every other girl in her school
Oh no
She burns her finger

Covers her imperfections
With powders
That suffocate her skin

Coats her eyelashes
With sticky black goop
That crusts when it dries

Her mother calls her down for breakfast
“I’m not hungry”
She says
She hasn’t been hungry for two weeks

You know what they say
Beauty is pain

She goes to school
Why is everyone else so skinny?
And beautiful?
And perfect?
She wishes she were them

But what she doesn’t know
Is that
Those skinny, beautiful, perfect girls
Wishes they were her
This poem isn't about me, it's just something I've noticed about teenagers. Remember, you're beautiful and perfect the way you are <3
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