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Iska 21h
The sunset was the kind that was like syrup dripping from the skies and if you were to drink it it would be the ambrosia that tasted like a life time
NKP 1d
Days where everything feels beautiful.
Wispy hair blowing in merciless and freeing wind.
Granite demeanor is  popping up beautiful daises
In the mind, curving lips smiling radiant
Loosely letting go intangible.
Melodies hum themselves
Giving caged birds freedom with
Each change in key.
Days where old newspapers curl and rot
In the light rain
And I, I become a freer version of me
Kissing my eyes with roses
Forgetting misery was once in my vocabulary.
Days where I feel beautiful.
NKP 3d
Warm, soft pockets
Of joy seep.
Flesh is bathing in
Non artificial light.
Crimson sun dangling
Sphere of the world
Forgetting its chatter.
The hemispheres finally exhale.
Storms surpass
And then rainbows illuminate
Dizzily drunken skies.
Shades of remorse
Flutter away as butterflies.
Pockets zip up
During wispy breezes.
Joy fuels the temple
And decides to stay
A few nights
Imagining the next
Wave of hope
Seeping in
Through shedding
I become
A different cellular version
Of me.
Light touches brightly
A planet once bent on
A hasty demolition.
Haylin Sep 11
2/5/09 - The day I lost my best friend (Grandpa)
7/?/12 - Moved in with dad
12/11/16 - Tried to KMS
9/16/17 - The day my dad and stepmom got married
4/3/18 - Started dating my boyfriend
6/19/18 - The day my dad gave me up and kicked me out
6/23/19 - Day my uncle died. He never gave up on me
10/3/19 - My best friend died(Grandma)
12/9/19 - The day I broke up with my boyfriend

New: 3/13/20 - Moved states
New: 7/21/20- Moved schools
Jules Anton Sep 8
i remember for a long time i was trying
i tried to remember your smile
and your words
i tried to remember your laughter
and how your fingers skim over skin
i told myself
i will never forget
but i came back to those soft-pressed papers
just to find you
Adriana Sep 7
For how long does a heart Doubt and wait,
They say time cure everything,
Does someone has the recipe
to cure a broken heart?
Day and night pass by
**** longer than I expected
But now I can recall you
Without a sea of tears.
I can walk a long distance,
Without feeling my world ending,
I can feel the breeze
And hope for a better tomorrow.
Today is a gift,
But tomorrow is my greatest reward.
We have to suffer a least
Once in life
In order for our life to be completed.
Sometimes I asked my self,
Was time what really help?
Or was you my father?
The truth behind the silly question,
It was only my dear God.
I surround my self in loneliness
But you saw me even
When I couldn’t see you,
You touch my heart
And make it new.
I went to my lowest
But you make me rise.
For that and more
I will always thank you, God.
Today is here to stay.
I couldn't see it
but that's how it is
my new beginning
The urge to forget
Is so strong

The feelings of pain
Is too raw

I need a distraction
Life is hard

No more smiles today
I've run out

Please help me out
I can't function
Iris Sep 2
maybe if I lay here long enough,
the dirt will seep into my bones,
it will race through my veins.
and the vines
will loop around my arms.
and when it rains,
I'll sink even further into
the muddy ground.
and when it the air is crisp and cool
and the trees light up in flames,
the leaves will cover me up
until there will be nothing left.
so please, leave me here in the grass
until even you forget me.
That Girl Aug 29
I enjoyed dancing with you while you were drunk.
I was stone cold sober.
Unless my prescriptions counts as a high.
I got drunk off you.
Your hands around my waist.
It actually feels like you want me.
But you’ll forget about this in the morning.
Until then I’ll enjoy you slurring sweet nothings in my ear.
Your lips touching mine.
I've never drank beer but I’m guessing it taste like your lips.
Maybe I'll start.
M Cannon Aug 28
I’m eager for the day
When someone looks at me
Like I’m the only person here.

Like I am the brilliant florid orange
That paints the morning sky.

Like I am the billions of stars
That dance in the sky like
Dreams in the wind.

Like I am the sweet scent of wild flowers
Lingering in the fresh spring air.

Like I am someone who isn’t
So easily forgotten.
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