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Jeremy Betts Nov 2024
I've run out of sheep to count
Leaving me wide awake through this living nightmare
Sowing a seed of doubt
Is life's refusal to even consider fighting fare
Each step taken while walkin' about
Feeds on the back of my mind, whispering, "do it if you dare"
Fueling despair
Instigating internal warfare
Causing excessive ware and tare
Resulting in a head of hair gone bare
And I'm forced to bite my tongue completely off
To keep from admitting I no longer care

©2024
Sam Nov 2024
It's not a lot, but it's enough.
One life is enough-
Enough to love, to laugh, to cry,
enough to dream, to create,
enough to be, briefly, under this big, bright sun.
Matthew Nov 2024
I'm done with the rain
it keeps whispering her name
every thumpy splash breaking
beading down this window,
I'm drenched in her fain
like the wind cries and the birds sing
as does the whizzing hum of a bee wing
muffs the mist off the white flowery vine
brings me around into the fruit of her smile
one of so many wordful days I felt as hers
nuzzled to her pink fuzzy sweater
the way her fluffy socks rubbed up my legs
as our eyes stare with pebble ripples
my nights a sweltering hell in this drought of her
Hello Daisies Nov 2024
I can feel my heart beating
Though life is still fleeting
I'm not shaking
I'm not hiding
I'm not abiding
By my own
Depression
I'm fighting

I'm winning
I'm grinning
I feel again
Forget the pain
I feel alive
I feel love
I feel the touch
Of the wind
The moon
The earth
I feel rebirthed
Again

I have friends
I have love
I have stars gifted
From high above
I have my soul
With places to go
I am not afraid
To glow
Now I know

It's worth it to fight
It's worth it every night
It's never easy
You lose the battle
You get queasy
Months go by
Years fly away
You never have to stay
In the dark
In the dirt
Feeling every bit
Of hurt

You can try
You can fly
Even if they tell you
You'll never get by
Even if you tell yourself
Give up and cry
You're nothing
Without the lies

I know again
I am my own friend
I am alive
I will survive
I will love
I will give
I will breathe
Again
I'll never regret
Listening
To my soul
I'll never regret
Opening
And letting go
Hoping
And touching snow

Life has beauty
Life has meaning
Life is worth being
I am worth being
I am worth breathing
I am beauty
I am alive
I will thrive
I may fall down
I may lose my crown
But I'll never
Stay down
Because there's so much soul
In me
To be found
I was happy I guess when I wrote these lol
Luca Scarrott Nov 2024
My paint swells with blisters
these white walls whimper
tears create
a vision
a pattern
paintings on the canvas.
But no matter what the poet’s might say
not all pain is beauty to the eye
and mine
blisters and burns and cracks
like my bedroom walls in my childhood house.
No matter if you paint me over and over
or place a rug over carpet stains
or add a frame when you redecorate
building a collage on the wall over time
my paint will still blister.
Anthony Esposito Nov 2024
Close your eyes,
And just let go.
I cannot take this anymore.

I have seen the sunrise in the most beautiful places,
And I have seen it set in the saddest too.
What am I holding on to,
Could it be you?

If it is, I don’t know what for.
This mask is getting heavy.
The weight of all you left behind is dragging,
And I just want to let it go.

So press against the current,
as fast as you can.
The water is rising,
don’t drown in it all.

When the wave  comes crashing down,
And this water wipes away the crown.
that sat a top your guilty head,
You were never the king at all.

Will you repent
Will you say your prayers?
Will you admit theres something else,
Will you remain scared?
MuseumofMax Oct 2024
There’s a beauty hidden in normal days

Getting ready in the morning


Going to work, going to class


Coming home to cat meows and a soft bed

Sometimes I hate the repetitiveness, the normalcy of it all

But I love the habits I’ve made taking care of myself

I love staring into my eyes in the mirror when I’m still sleepy

I love petting my cats when they’re excited to see me

I love going to class when it feels like fall



Mostly I think I just miss your part in my routine

Your comforting presence in my bed holding me before I get up

Your whispers of sweet nothings as I brush my teeth

Your smile when you see me come back after a long day

I guess I don’t mind so many normal days

I just hope you can start living them with me
I hope you can stay.
Zee Oct 2024
Sometimes you're a footnote.
Others can refer to.

Other times you're lucky enough.
To be a whole entire chapter.

Some people go.
So they turn into a page.

As they wonder why.
They're not mentioned,
Again by name.

Other people's stories.
Will stay estranged from you.

While others will weave,
Their way into your world.

We are all just living stories.
Wanting to be heard.
Needing to be seen.

Trying to find a home.
Among the margins.
Of life.

We are all just stories.
With something to say.

That we are here.
Even if it was just,
For a chapter or two.

We all become stories.
At the end of the day.
Luca Scarrott Oct 2024
What makes you wake up in the morning?
Tell me so I can try it
sentence me to a life of living
please, in desperation I plead,
I’ll give you the lead so you can solve
the study of staying alive

be my witness
see me wake up in the morning
continuously

my sentence ends when
I’ve tried each of these reasons
there’s enough to last a lifetime
these reasons become a lifeline

the case of staying alive:
the next best love story ever told
me and the reasons
me and the seasons
me and the unread novel on the shelf
of the public library on the street
that I have yet to live on with
friends I have yet to meet
and a garden I am yet to plant bulbs in
that grow life with
and if
these reasons are ongoing and growing
what’s not to say that these reasons
are ever going to leave me
witness me complete my sentence
of living alive —
here are some of my reasons to wake up in the morning:
- you get to see the seasons change and each one is never the same, some winters have snow and sometimes you must wait another year for snow to come around. Isn't it exciting when you get to build a snowman?
- writing. I keep a journal like my life depends on it and getting to write every single day is a blessing.
- art, poetry, literature, films! To quote Dead Poets Society: 'these are what we stay alive for'
- dinner is my favorite meal, I wake up every morning just so I can enjoy the blissfulness of a warm evening meal (lasagna is my fav).
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