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rig May 13
1 - this right here feels more like home than anywhere else in the world i know.
     and i don’t think i’ve ever even been here…
Bailey Apr 21
My universe left me here
My God left me here
My upbringing left me here
My environment left me here
My blood left me here
When in reality
I left me here
Michael Apr 16
In the end it is known,
we are one with our bones.
What we have is right here.
It is now.  It is real.
In seven days this all was made.
In less than one our temples' laid.
It doesn't matter how we feel.
I'm afraid.
Raven Feels Apr 7
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, just something to share from my drafts:]

mess me once

mess me twice

split the deeds

then **** the ice

fly if high or die

bought them special in need for a bail

to my depressed longing vail

what if served no more

what if dead the excite I anticipate greedily is sore

not of a notice

not of a presence

brought to numb and sleep till reach of no heavens

return the air

in need of light despair

breaks of laws and mounts of odds and dares

no truth in compare

let the brush do its fair

she knows how to care

no one but her

I do not know yet aware

to you alone I declare

nowhere to be found you are here

ryn Apr 8
Find me here.

Amidst the dry, tall grass,
under the bare-branched tree.

I’ll scribe afresh on its familiar bark -
Upon the other etches
I’ve made before,
as I wait for the coming of
the umpteenth sun,
that promised to follow
the wake of nonchalant moons.

Under the leafless tree.
Amidst the dead grass.

I am here.

James Mar 28
Who the hell woke me up?
Now I’m here, oh?
I know what you want to hear but also what you need.
My host is torn between his own desires and doing what is right.
Perhaps I can dance around his feeble kind long enough to get out a sickly post.
What the hell has life come to.
Almost lost control but then you know who rules my soul? Still torn between the light and the night.
Still torn between the light and the night
Someone save me before my spirit turns vapor though I smoke enough to silence my resolve. Give me guidance to believe that flowers bloom for reasons unseen and passions fruit to quench my ego need.
Logging off but don’t you worry I will be back hopefully with more control as of next.
Huh? Losing control
Jay M Mar 22
I swear
With every fiber of my being
I will always and forevermore
Be there, even without seeing
Through the great many days
I shall stand with you evermore

Through a howling, relentless storm
Through a shaking of the world
Through a fiery blaze and falling embers
Through silence echoing across miles
Through shouts of chaos and pain
Through pounding fists again and again
I shall hold you, safe and warm
I shall sit with you, our fingers curled
I shall walk with you through the vast centers
I shall call out your name through the most excruciating of trials
I shall shelter you, even if I am to be bound with ball and chain

You will never be alone
I will be with you even if our souls have flown
You will never lose me
Together again we shall one day be

Know that I am right here
You haven't a thing to fear
My spirit is always near
To wipe away every tear
In my heart I hold you most dear

From the rising of the sun
To the fall of its golden light
Trust that I hold you safe throughout the night
In my wildest dreams we run
Across the sands of an endless beach
Wind whispering in our ears
Far, far away are our fears
There, for your hand I have only to reach
Turn to gaze into your eyes of life
Darling, we shall make it through any strife
Trust in me and you shall one day see
That we can be again, just you and me

- Jay M
March 22nd, 2021
Don't you fear, I'm right here.
Man Jan 31
i open up to you
though at times, you make me regret it
we're friends, it's true
and yet, every now and then i forget it
you're here for me
and i'm here for you
so i wish your love for me
weighed as heavily
as the pain and trauma
Days pass by
Black and white
Life happens all around
But never to me
World experienced
Through waking coma
Nervous system weak
All feeling almost gone
Until I look back
Through old notebooks
Re-experience trace memories
Of who I once was
Who I used to be
And maybe still am
Reading these old writings
I feel more of my old self slip away
But I smile
For it means
I’m still here
Beckie Davies Dec 2020
I am here but that's not clear
I am in there but not in that
I look different when in front of the rest
I am here and I always will be
riddle me this
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