Amanda Jun 30
Every time I get to see your bright smile
It makes my heart glow with hundreds of happy lights
I wish I was able to spend more time in your presence
Sometimes miss your laugh on quiet nights

And even when we have not talked in weeks
I do not feel distressed, down, or blue
The warming touch of memory
Brings back all the things I love about you
For Brittney
BrokenSpeed May 9
Wasting time
Counting days
Waiting hours
Drowning for a few seconds

Messed up mind
Fucked up thoughts
Oh fucking hell, this makes me rot..
Please make them stop!!!!

What's wrong with me????
Why are you so toxic to me?
Every words pierces my heart
Good or bad, but there ain't no in between

You either hurt me
Make me happy
Kill Me mentally
Or make me courageous...

The smile on my face disguises the feeling
You see a happy me
While I break while seeing my screen
Funny how you don't know any of this

Messed up mind
Fucked up thoughts
Oh fucking hell, this makes me rot..
Please make them stop!!!!

What's wrong with me????
Why are you so toxic to me?
Every words pierces my heart
Good or bad, but there ain't no in between

Lies and jokes
Fill our conversations
Yet all of those are distractions
Because you can't know the truth

You want to help me
But That makes it worse..
Less and less the truth comes out
Talking with hands is better than a mouth

Messed up mind
Fucked up thoughts
Oh fucking hell, this makes me rot..
Please make them stop!!!!

What's wrong with me????
Why are you so toxic to me?
Every words pierces my heart
Good or bad, but there ain't no in between

Less and less the truth comes out
I'm so glad we aren't talking out loud
Less and less the truth comes out
Talking with hands is better than a mouth

BrokenSpeed
To: My Ex-Friend...
SoVi Apr 2
I said it before, I’ll say it again
Hope we can move past these chain of events that keep us trapped.
Light up the room, light it again
Hope we can talk freely like children on school nights, miles apart.
Smile like before, smile again
Haven’t meet up for months, maybe it’s a sign that this is the end.

Maybe we shouldn’t play pretend.
Play dates are over now there are only days.
We’ve outgrown our toys, we’ve outgrown ourselves.



© Sofia Villagrana 2018
Haley Tyler Feb 26
I found myself
driving down the road
with the wind blowing
cigarette smoke in my face

I found myself
in the passenger seat of her car
with the bass kicking louder
than the lyrics we screamed

I found myself
in the reflections of windows we passed
blurred by the downpour of rain
but not completely erased

I found myself
in her laughter and
my name passing through her lips
as if it were her song

I found myself
alone
her name floating through my mind
wondering where the hell it went wrong
—She was my best friend, now she’s just a stranger whose name I already know | h.t
and as i put my eyes to rest
and sink into the dark
your face looms around inside my head
lighting up like a spark.

your sweet words boomerang
around my skull
and bloom in all the cracks;
makes my lips curl happily
as i follow all your tracks.  

they lead me to a blissful place.
where it is always night;
always glowing with orange light -
just enough to see your face.

when the moon is finally tucked away
along with every star
is when you kiss me good-morning
and assure me that tomorrow night
is not at all very far.
Mari Carrasco Nov 2017
Sometimes I wonder if my existence is at all valid,
I remember sitting on the bathroom floor at school with my then best friend and staring at the tile that surrounded us.
I thought about all the kids before us who have walked on this tile, escaping responsibilities, escaping teachers.
I thought about how absolutely insignificant that moment in time was,
how my plaid skirt and that unforgiving burgundy polo would later on refuse to bear witness to the things said and heard in that bathroom.
The mindlessly boring and insensitive ramblings of two teenage girls sulking on a bathroom floor made no ripple in the atmosphere.
The moment and the memory were gone as soon as they left.
If this trail of lost friendships and missed opportunities for significant bonds has taught me anything,
it’s that everything falls apart one way or another.
Mariam Shittu Sep 2017
Sitting here, trying to be strong
Wondering, where did it go wrong

The late night phone calls
And early morning messages

The planning for each weekend
And all the places we unwind

The memories we shared
And things we discovered together

Your funny facial expressions
And the way you made me laugh

How we were so alike
And different at the same time

The way you knew when something was wrong
And I hadn’t said anything

The way you made me look forward to your surprises
And I thought I hated surprises

Your cheesyness, stubbornness and procrastination
And all the things that make you you

I’ve come to accept it’s all in the past
And I have to move on fast
Shrivastva MK Sep 2017
Aapko khuda ne badi fursat se banaya hai,
Etni pyari si muskan aapke hothon par sajaya hai,
Aapki ye sararati aankhon ne,
Har pal ko khushnuma aur khubsurat banaya hai,

Aapne Ghar ko mandir banaya hai,
Maat-Pita Ki sewa kar unhe bhagwan ka darja dilaya hai,
Aap najane kis mitti Ki bani ho,
Khud aansoo bahake bhi sabhi ko hasaya hai,

Aap jaisa dost humne badi muskil se paya hai,
Aaj gum bhulakar phir se humne muskuraya hai,
Ruthi kalam ko manakar humne,
Aaj aapko apni kavita me sazaya hai,
Apni kavita me sajaya hai....
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