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Toni Feb 2019
If you dwell
On the things you
WISH
You were doing

The things you
ARE
Doing
Will never be
Enough.
It’s time to romanticize your own life. Everything you do, from your morning stretch to your brew of tea is exciting.
Finn Feb 2019
I'm here

Here

Laying in this

Bed

Unable to get

Up and out

Of it

No

There is nothing wrong

With me

Not physically

But I would

Rather lay here

And cry

Then get up

And face everything

Do you

Understand

Or am I

Just a

Madman?

My chest feels

Heavy

Empty

Hurt

And I have

No idea why

My poems

Don't even seem

Like poems

Just thoughts

Turned to words

Spaced oddly

Oddly enough to

Call it a

Poem

Does any of it

Even matter?

I am

Afraid

But I've been here

Like this

Before

But last time

This hurt

This pain turned

Into numbness

Apathy

And this pain

Means I'm alive

I'm here

I'm fighting

Even if it

Doesn't look it

The pain means I'm alive

The pain means that I can

Mend

Become whole again

So does it make me

A sick person

Or even a

******* if

I say that I

Wake up

Every morning

Looking for this

For this pain

Just to reassure myself that

I am alive

I am human

I'm still trying

I'm still here

That I am no longer numb

And pain

Means progress

So I lay here

Feel this pain

Shed some tears

And force myself

Up

Up and out of this bed

To begin the day

Even if it is

The afternoon already

I get up

Pull on some clothes

And greet the day

Saying

"I haven't given up yet"

And that this

*****

That's weighing me down

Will not get its way

No sir

Not today
Luna Maria Jan 2019
because while reading this,
you just survived another second
just as you will survive all the other ones who will come.
chin up high and dry your tears. you are strong by just being here today.
Euphie Jan 2019
I haven't disappeared.
I'm still here.
Riz Mack Jan 2019
a poet who can't write
a dog that won't bite
a hill that can't climb
a clock with no time

an ist with no ism
undead but not risen
an endless schism
of self sedition and indecision

a two headed coin
a completely missed point
a light in the void
a limbless joint

Bo-Peep with no sheep
the shallowest deep
an unsailed sea
of dreamless sleep
while morrissey despairs in the background
poemsformysake Jan 2019
What do I do about her?
About the one I cannot reach
About the one I cannot be with
She is right ******* there
She is so close
I can see her soul in her eyes
I can see her smile, frown, cry, laugh,
I can see her
But she is so far away
It's a canyon between us
It’s deep and it's dark and it’s filled with all my despair
And if I fall I know I cannot come back
I cannot see her again…
And so I stay here.
Desire Dec 2018
THERE'S NO PLACE
I'D RATHER BE!
XXIV. HAPPY PLACE
-
A SIX-WORDS POEM CHALLENGE
#SIXWORDSBRO
stopdoopy Dec 2019
I feel like a projection
From a distant planet
Seeing everything from afar

I'm here
I'm seen
I'm heard

But I'm not felt

And I want to feel

As much as this life can give me
So even though right now I'm far away
Maybe I'll get there, someday
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