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Jammit Janet Jun 2022
I’m having the best day
I’m in my zone
The force is with me
As I effortlessly flow
Empowering all around me
With the confidence to grow.
Ren Sturgis May 2022
Grief.
I hear that word a lot.
A feeling,
grieving,
an action.
It affects us in the deepest parts of our beings;
we push back so hard that it festers and bursts.
I'm grieving and I should be honest about it.
I'm grieving for my ancestors who went through trauma and continued on,
I'm grieving for my kin lost to the same rough waters we swim through now,
I'm grieving for the ongoing traumatizing events we face in everyday life,
I'm grieving for the me I could've been if only I'd been loved as I love myself now,
I'm grieving for the future we're working so hard for,
I'm grieving from this pain I'm burdened with.
Thank you grief.
I'm here to hold you and walk into love with you.
mel May 2022
Often I find the days never-changing,
Doomed to repeat themselves.

I, Inescapable,
Like a moth to the dim blue glow of fluorescence.

To escape is one thing,
But, to watch friend and foe revel in their ignorance is another.


Like a feline sees the world through a sheet of glass,
I may be doomed to the same.
I feel as if I am mute
𝙸 πš–πšŽπš πšπš‘πšŽπš–, πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πš•πšŽπšπš πš–πšŽ,
πšƒπš‘πšŽπš’ πšŠπš•πš• πšœπšŠπš’πš "π™Έβ€™πš– 𝚜𝚘 πšœπš˜πš›πš›πš’".
𝙸 πš–πšŽπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŠπš—πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšœπšŠπš’πš πšπš‘πšŠπš πš’πš˜πšžβ€™πš•πš• 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒,
πš—πš˜πš  π™Έβ€™πš– πš•πš˜πš—πšŽπš•πš’.

π™·πš˜πš  πšŠπš– 𝙸 πšœπšžπš™πš™πš˜πšœπšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πšπšŽπšŽπš•?
π™·πš˜πš  πšŠπš– 𝙸 πšœπšžπš™πš™πš˜πšœπšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πš‘πšŽπšŠπš•?

π™Έβ€™πš– πšπš’πš›πšŽπš 𝚘𝚏 πš›πšŽπš•πš’πšπš‘πšπš’πš—πš πšπš‘πš’πšœ πšŒπšŠπš—πšπš•πšŽ,
πšˆπšŽπšŠπš‘, 𝙸'πš– πšπš˜πš—πš—πšŠ πš•πšŽπš πš’πš πšπš’πšŽ 𝚘𝚏𝚏.
𝙸 πšπš‘πš˜πšžπšπš‘πš πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽβ€™πšœ πš—πš˜πšπš‘πš’πš—πš 𝙸 πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πšπš—β€™πš πš‘πšŠπš—πšπš•πšŽ,
π™±πšžπš πš—πš˜πš  β€˜πš πšœπšŽπšŽπš–πšœ 𝚠𝚎'πš›πšŽ πšπš˜πš—πš—πšŠ πšŒπšŠπš•πš• πš’πš 𝚘𝚏𝚏.

π™°πš—πš πš πš‘πš’ πšπš’πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πš•πšŽπšŠπšŸπšŽ?
π™·πš˜πš  πšŠπš– 𝙸 πšœπšžπš™πš™πš˜πšœπšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πš•πš’πšŸπšŽ?

𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πšπš˜πš›πšπšŽπš πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›πš’πšπš‘πš’πš—πš πšŠπš—πš πš‘πš˜πš•πš πš˜πš—πšπš˜ πšŠπš—πš’πšπš‘πš’πš—πš,
'𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 πš’πš πš™πšŠπš’πš—πšœ 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 πš–πš’πšœπšŽπš•πš πš πš’πšπš‘πš˜πšžπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞.
π™ΌπšŠπš’πš‹πšŽ 𝙸 πšπš˜πš—β€™πš πš•πš’πš”πšŽ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 πš–πšžπšŒπš‘ 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚘,
π™ΌπšŠπš’πš‹πšŽ π™Έβ€™πš πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πš‹πšŽπšŽπš— πš πš’πšπš‘ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— πš’πš 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘.

π™ΌπšŠπš’πš‹πšŽ.. πš“πšžπšœπš πš–πšŠπš’πš‹πšŽ, 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš πšŽπš›πšŽπš—β€™πš πš πš‘πš˜ 𝙸 πšπš‘πš˜πšžπšπš‘πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš πšŽπš›πšŽ.

πš‚πšπš’πš•πš•!
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš–πšŠπš”πšŽ πš’πš πš‘πšŠπš›πš 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πš›πšŽπšŠπšπš‘πšŽ,
πš†πš’πšπš‘πš˜πšžπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš‹πš’ πš–πšŽ.
πšŠπš— πš˜πš•πš πš πš›πš’πšπšŽ πš˜πš—πšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πš–πš’ πšπš’πš›πšœπšπš’πšŽπšœ
©𝟸 πš’πšŽπšŠπš›πšœ 𝚊𝚐𝚘, snoW
Aislinn Vesper May 2022
I wonder when it happened.
When was the breakthrough.
When I started to feel nothing.

From what I can remember
I could feel happiness.
But I don’t remember how it felt.
Last months I don’t remember much.
I forget so easily, everything.

I believe it can appear again.
Somehow, one day.
The emptiness will start feeling less empty.
Less invisible.

When I was younger I barely had any bad thoughts.
If you don’t know things the reality can’t hit you.
But once you get to know them
They will haunt you.
Forever.

Like air going through your lungs.
You think you need it.
But in reality it’s just dust stopping you from breathing.
It doesn’t matter where you are.
Even where the air the clearest.
You will breath the dust.
newborn May 2022
rusty looking furniture
plastic cups sitting unbothered
on partially ***** floors
2:54 a.m bedtimes
tiny silky sheets over collapsed bodies
awakening to the smell of burnt toast and
warm wood
heavy air with the beach surrounding
vintage-looking photos on film cameras
holding hands, keeping promises, sweet smiles
snow angels imprinted in the grainy sand
worn out from the day’s sun
toasty like a bullet
crowded trailer park homes
down the coastline
couple of drinks, lots of giggles
twirling your girl
alcohol scents lingering everywhere you go
dusty trucks
little hugs
see you tomorrow as the sun rises on the beach
as your soul awakens to the moan of the earth
i’ll meet you on the sunniest boardwalk in town
hehe chemtrails over the country club who ;)

5/15/22
Mrs Timetable May 2022
I think I see you everywhere
But I can't find you
It hurts when I'm not near you
When you are gone
When Im gone
I feel something
This void I need filled
Where are you?
No matter when or where
The one place
I know you are
My safest location...
Pulling at my heartstrings
That missing you feeling
AE Apr 2022
Between us and this dying world
Are conversations and stuttered words
That we left in the hands of midnight breeze
I float in your laughter, too light
to be weighed down by my fears
We lay under this sea of stars
Pointing into the sky
Casting nets into this galaxy of dreams
Calloused hands caress this wind
As stories pour out of our limbs
And we wash away yesterday's storm
Waiting for the sun to rise
Basking in the terracotta sky
Asleep against the coolness of the ground
Smiles still remnant on our face
And in all this was a heavy heart
That you pulled out from my chest
Held it in your palm as you slept
And I existed in your ease
Mel Apr 2022
I starve myself
But not to feel pretty and skinny
I stop eating because I’m not hungry
I stop thinking about food
And I stop thinking about what
I have eaten and what I want to eat
I go hungry even if there is food
I don’t think hard about what I should
Eat and what I should see
Maybe I’m scary
But I starve myself
To feel something
04.10.2022
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