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Evelyn Jun 2023
I will never be the same again.
But truly who ever was I?
The foundation never formed,
All there ever was – is mourning.
Died then revived.
Died and revived once again.
Continuously digging myself up from the grave.
A wraith amongst the dead,
I cannot rest because I have never truly lived.

Necromancy upon my soul,
A constant yearning to finally be whole.
A body covered in dirt and scars.
Yet I am determined to make it beautiful.
A heart full of spite, yet bursting with love.
An incautious desire to one day be enough.
I refuse to rest until I experience what real, safe human touch feels like.

Place a hand upon my sulphuric body.
I was once so afraid but now I am begging.
Please take it away, please tell me I am not *****.
I suppressed it all but now I'm overflowing.
I care not who you are, please just love me.
Lay me down amongst the green.
Put all your limbs on top of me.
Make imprints upon this rotten flesh,
until I can finally feel clean.

A body barren and hollow,
A body that only knows shame.
My bones are coated in it,
Words spewing it,
Tears pouring with it.
All I am is shame.

She used to smile so innocently when she was young.
With a laugh like a howling winds great bellow.
She would fantasise about her first love, I let her down.
Now I am screaming, snarling, spitting.
Resenting a world that I was foolish to trust.

Drive a stake through my heart,
I ask of you to wish me peaceful rest.
Hopefully this time I will not rise again.

Banished.
Heavy damange
Erian Rose May 2023
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Yvonne Han May 2023
I’ve been snapped out of the void before
Endless relenting overthinking never did me any good
But with ego
I stubbornly persist

On an overground tram
Heading back from a casual birthday party
Casual by default since her mum insisted
On jack in the box games and a caterpillar cake at nineteen

I told her all about the online echo chamber
For my newfound identity
For which she held the same
Did she have these same experiences
These strangers liked to insist?

I will never forget how she so cool told me no
And like a slap in the face I was reminded
Of the futility of my own overthinking.
There didn’t need to be some grand explanation
For my cosmic being in the universe
I just had to exist
I wrote this on a tram in Croydon.
PAVANI May 2023
I miss you
now, tomorrow, day after
shouldn't have fallen
should've been smarter

Forever was never there
we knew
but didn't care

Reached the end
unfortunately, developed
too many scars
to mend

So close, so fast
forever was never there
we knew
wish we didn't care
Ikimi Festus Feb 2019
In this new era, insanity's the norm,
My friend,
No hate without cause, let's embrace the different form.
From within to without, unity we seek,
To join in union, the love we shall keep.
No longer confined to straight and narrow,
Holy matrimony welcomes all, hallelujah!
Progress we've made, the government got it right,
Human rights prevail, shining so bright.
Love knows no boundaries, no matter the gender,
No taboo in nature, let's embrace and surrender.
Your life is your own, do as you please,
Take a leap if you wish, conquer the seas.
We answer to none, the Bible's just a ruse,
Designed to control, but we refuse to lose.
Heaven is here, on this earthly plane,
Let's pursue wealth, and get high, no restraint.
But in this pursuit, let's not forget,
To love our neighbors, to never neglect.
Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Let shout,
With laughter in our voices, till we reach for the sky.

Meanwhile in a distant land,
Greetings and farewells, spoken with care,
In moments of fellowship, hearts they do share.
But soon comes the sorrow, the ache in His souls,
As they part ways, beneath silent tears that roll.
In troubled thoughts, currents of doubt flow,
Why can't sorrow be gentle and hide, we wish to know.
Shall I conceal my intentions, my secret scheme?
Oh, dear friend, should I hide what I'm about to deem?
"FRIEND,"
The outcry of ***** and Gomorrah, indeed it rings,
Their sins are grave, the chaos it brings.
I shall descend and witness their deeds,
To see if their actions align with the cries and needs.
And if they falter, if they fall astray,
Divine judgment shall have its final say.
She is my comfort in my storm,
The breath in my lungs
The soul in every poem that I write

When her hands are on my body
And her lips are on my neck
Her name is the prayer on my tongue
I never believed in religion until she had me on my knees for her
PAVANI May 2023
Who knew falling for you
could be this easy
I just know
every since you,
I've never been weary

I know I must not
care for you as much
separation is near
no, I never forgot

so kiss me hard
one last time
after which
you'll just be a wish, I make
with my every dime
PAVANI May 2023
We're sitting in our haven
cozy environment to
heal every crack
with you,
no lack

I caress you differently
from other times
so you pull me in
but guilt fills your eyes
"It's okay" all I say
half cry
you embrace me
doubts, shatter away.
Our love looks like reverence
As I raise my hands in surrender,
Waiting for the holy fire to wash me clean

Our love looks like reverence
And your name falls from my lips,
A desperate plea for your touch

Our love looks like reverence
And I am on my knees in front of you
Worshipping your body as it deserves to be
I am only on my knees for her
I see so many ads now
they feed into my insecurities
and help me to notice everything that is wrong with me.

"Got stretch marks?"
they ask, and my eyes shamefully
trace down my chest to my inner thighs and I learn to hate what I see.

So I read on, hoping to learn
how to get rid of the natural signs of an ageing vessel
"Neosporin, coconut oil, and olive, and they'll be gone in a week."

The ads proclaim, and so I do as they say
because how can I be pretty
if no one else thinks me so?

"10 Tips on How to Get the Relationship of Your Dreams"
"5 Signs that You're Not as Pretty as You Think You Are"
"4 Things to Try to Spice Up Your *** Life"

"1 Way to Tell Whether the Creepy Old Man on the Corner Thinks You're Worthy of Being Catcalled by Him"

I read on, trying to understand what it is to be pretty
but the more I see,
the more hopeless I become

Men will only ever see me as a piece of meat,
just a pair of **** and an ***,
only there for their enjoyment or pleasure.

but I am not here to make things easy,
I am more than the sum of my parts,
more than my cellulite and hip dips

I revel in my stretch marks
I have grown into the woman I am today,
and I refuse to erase the proof of that.
I am not here to be a ******* incubator. I am not here for man's pleasure.
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