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Moeshfiekah Dec 2018
How many has marked this broken lover between the sheet and on the streets.
How many has gripped her hips and tasted her lips.
How many has , not once , but countless times degraded her in her bliss , shattered her gift , ruined and wrecked her for her next "knight" .
How many of you will come to realize that many of us still hide.
How many of you , will see.
How many will there be.
Some truth in those words in every lover you may come across
Eric Angels Dec 2018
Today I was gonna look her in the eye

Tell her she's the reason why

When I fall, I fly

But then I saw her, kissing another guy

And realised I've been living a lie
Brynn S Nov 2018
Burning hole
Creator of flesh
Burn into me
Miss sweet sleep
Follow broken glass
Perpetual numbness
The numbers add
Armies formed
The night of blood
Creeks of clear
Walks so silent
Two feet
Attack pavement
Sit for awhile
Rest your head
No not hurt
Swallow those dead.
Hungry Panda Nov 2018
You should follow me,

I think my poems are good.

I'm pretty awesome.
No Name Nov 2018
I run to the world
to find a person
a person who is still a blur
a silhouette.
cause I run to the world
not knowing
who she is
cause in finding love
there is no map
no gps
no guide
you just have to the world
and hope for the best
I turned every stone
climbed every mountain
dove the deepest sea
and chased the horizon
but I guess
Love didn't want to be found
by me
I retraced my steps
and found another prints
and when I turned around
I realised I didn't need
to find love
cause love
was following me
there she is
with her
silent footsteps
who didn't run to the world
cause she was following me.
a prequel of my poem invisible smile.
Poetic T Nov 2018
We must be the Shepheard of our thoughts.

And the only sheep to follow us,
are our deliberations,
that we collect the wool
                  of contemplation from.

For no man should follow another,
          be less than what his worth is.


                           Only side by side are we all equal.
Madison Nov 2018
The path leading the way

Has long since been carved

But the weight of the journey

Is not one that I wish to carry.
Meghan Young Oct 2018
Cycling again
The same old spell I've been under for years
I start  to become more positive
Starts seeing the light of happiness
Yet it comes crashing down again
Over and over
I'm stuck in a vicious cycle of spiraling out of control.
I abuse and abuse
Drugs, alcohol,  and eating
I start not to take care of myself again.
Then it slows down
I pick myself up just to fall within minutes, days and sometimes months.
This  cycle lasts longer each time.
My habits become more  vicious
To the point where I don't know where I am
Don't care if I die
I just want to get higher and higher for this never-ending pain to go away.

Simply why can't I stop this madness.
I don't have dreams or goals anymore
I wish for one thing every birthday or every shooting star I've ever seen.
Just to wanting to be happy.

Just one time,
I would love to know what is life like without :
overthinking
being depressed
Not being angry.
Just a girl wanting to be normal.
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