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Dissapointed in me
for believing
Thought i wasn't naive
However,
the truth remainining
the hopeless dreamer
forever at heart
no matter how much
i restart

You say you love me,
but you only loved the "pretty" parts of my painting
Now, when I start to feel safe
Im unraveling
My colors bleed across your frame
stuck in his gaze
but, he sees
and runs away

Not a love,
he can maintain.
Words repeating,
in my brain.
Caused a bit of pain,
but its not all doomsday
Cause im starting to see clear
of what was really happening here.

Nobody is the villain
I just believed when he said the word love
and now im tangled up in pool of wants
and just want to be free again.

My colors,
stuck in frame.
but he wanted to obliterate
all because of my emotions that day
the portrait we were painting
all i see now is my strokes
where did he go?

In my shadows,
treasures I find.
There is gold to mine.
Just like without darkness,
there is no light.

In our lovers
a sacred mirror is beheld
and it shows you parts of yourself
that youve rejected and pushed down to hell.
But we must see
what we dont want to accept in us
and in another
before we can truly uncover
the jewels waiting to be discovered.
men throwing out words like love when they havent a clue of what love even is. stupid of me, to believe.
Kalliope Jul 1
I knew that I’d feel silly
After I had some sleep,
Because honestly, you haven’t cared for awhile-
You’ve got a new woman to keep.

I can see your game now,
You just wanted to feel tall,
And the easiest way to do that
Was to make me feel real small.

It’s fine now, it’s whatever,
I’ve wasted tears for over a month.
You could’ve just ******* blocked me
The moment you knew I wasn’t enough.

But that wouldn’t fit your narrative
Of crazy exes to collect,
Still, I hope you’ve done some healing
So you don’t peak her anxiety next.

Isn’t it so funny,
The way these things go?
Life is just a simulation-
Trust, I’m not in your loop anymore
I went against my intuition but I knew it weeks ago when I saw her name, you guys will laugh when you read this and I will never doubt my gut again
I've never written a limerick.
Thinking of it makes me sick.
Better a sonnet
or a woman upon it.
Maybe, I'll just play with my ****.
lol.  Just having fun.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICWIGqf62Kw
poetry reading on you tube by Thomas W. Case
Jaden Mar 5
air
hands heart lungs fluttering
like untried wings
still wet, a little heavy
quivering like first
or last breath
i do not jump
i do not know which way
the air will flow between my feathers.
moved back home after graduating and am depressed, anxious, and unemployed. haven't written in a while but it's been a day.
© XPY 2025
basil Nov 2024
i have felt the hands of god
they were my brother's hands
feeling me up on the living room couch
only eleven and i knew
god was a greedy teenage boy
with sweaty hands and a *******
first poem i've ever written about my brother. crazy times.
solana May 2024
i let my mind wander for miles and miles,
and always, i reach a dead end.

i think of your face,
your smile,
your taste,
the time we use to once spend.

everything’s different now
everything’s changed.

but im scared i still love you the same.
i never should have left.
Riz Mack Jan 2024
she's just the kind of girl
basement dwellers portray
scamming cash from weirdos
the dumb ones anyway

she wants to be a doctor
but life gets in the way
she still finds time to hit the gym
and keep the belly at bay

sometimes I have to pinch her
"just making sure you're real"
she smiles but I don't think she knows
the way she makes me feel

it's like rain at the window
while you're warm inside
it's finding the sharpest pencil
when you really need to write

it's the clinking of coffee cups
beneath the morning sun
and Euclid's consternation
as two remain one

she's just my kind of girl
that's all I have to say
the kind of girl to make you wish
you could sleep all day
living in a dream world
Toothache Sep 2023
I’m rocking back and forth against the hull of my loneliness,
Stuck in knowing it’s goodbye
But not being able to say I love you
or I’m sorry.
I’m crying with joy and longing as I lie in the love and conversation around me,
Wishing it were mine.
I’ve been high so long my heart rate stopped going down with the sun.
Going over it all all over again all the time.
I feel like a child again, terrified by the the dark, the wind, the eyes of men.
I’m breaking down in the line at the gas station.
Looking out the glass wall at a Lovecraftian highway,
Flickering florescent lights like the ones from The Exorcist.
On my way to a cavernous husk of a family dinner,
Most of them gone now.
Just me, my mother, and my widowed, bereaved, great aunt.
There’s a stupid old cardboard cutout of a mascot next to me grinning too widely, holding up its product.
I scream and tear it’s head off it’s body
In my mind.
I have work on Monday.
This is life.
TheSanguinary Jun 2023
It had been a while
Even tho no tears were shed
I could feel it was a wound tt would possibly leave a huge scar
I had no bad intentions when i said it
I had no ill meaning when i did it
I did it out the pure feeling of longing
Out of the innocent feeling of yearning
If i had to mke an apology
I would be apologising for loving a woman like a lil girl


It was all love at first
And that love kept growing n spiraling out of control
Every Time my hrt beat ...... i swear i could feel it ...... as if its about to break through the cage
Every Time i put my hand on my chest it was as if im trying to calm a mad dog down
A feeling i loved n hated
Cause Every Time it reminded me of how deep it was
How deep the wound was gonna be
As i kept replaying the worst case scenario in my head
And making more rush decisions
In a sad attempt to protect my heart


In the end it didn't hurt
At least not at the moment
But the longer i sat there the more i could feel the wound opening
As if its about to rip my hrt in 2
I clutched at my chest
Held on for dear life
The laughter echoed in the empty starry nyt
Reminisce of a broken heart
No, a broken mind
As i sat there feeling regret from the words protect your heart.
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