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Jiya Sep 2020
i am a very sad person

my daily musings consist of
bodies
falling tastefully from
the glorious heights of
towering buildings
in the CBD

overzealous edgy branding
accentuates my
razor sharp words
showing off my
sexiest features

i have the hallmarks of
a depressed teenager?
shocker innit
i wear it on my sleeve
my emotions, that is
or rather
under my sleeve

it took a couple years but
finally I have come to find
that people appreciate a splash of
broken young lady in their lives

i’m just kinda
defeated
sick of pushing it down y’know
my new hobbies include
******* the will to live
out of unsuspecting
girls who
run around preaching
false niceties

you see
it's because I’m also
a very mad person
in more ways than one
i have poison on my tongue
spitting cynical-juices
at everyone who dares speak

just, ignore me! Please!
i beg of you.
let my sadness simmer
with the boiling of my blood

‘double, double toil and trouble
fire burn and cauldron bubble’

i recite the lines as
i cackle away
understanding that
the witches from Macbeth
were really just women
with attitude

in this guise I prepare
to the rip the flesh
from the bones of
those whom I love the most

for I am sad and mad
therefore it is a justified
act of violence
and one who is both sad and mad
can only hope to commit
such acts of treachery

i shall feel joy
for the first time in years
smiling a ****** smile
as acting on ones deepest desires
is awfully fulfilling
Aa Harvey Sep 2020
Heavy Feather


Life is on top of me, eating my soul.
Whatever happened to all the hope?
People come and people go.
Why am I unable to just say no?


I am weak in a world of warriors.
Feeble mind, broken pieces of truth.
All life has done is make me a worrier.
All this pain is nothing new.


From the darkness comes a hope.
She is light inside a shadow.
I run to love with all I know.
Still haven’t learned; soon saying “Ow!”


Heavy Feather weighing me down under water.
Subconsciously I am falling apart.
Make me a bird so I can fly back further,
Before all of this when I had a heart.


Before I decided to put on the bird suit,
I had dignity and a body of my own,
But lately all I do is try to soothe,
The flesh burned skin-suit I call a home.


(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Saïda Boūzazy Mar 2019
Me
There is a grief above #me , a grave inside _me
Where is the true _
me ?!
Inside the grave there is _me
A huge hollow Lives inside _
me
Broken, maybe  that's  the real __me
maybe we don't choose sadness. Yet, it chooses us
Saïda Boūzazy Mar 2019
How
How life is sad..!
How people are dead ...!
How the me is Fad ....!
How deep is dad ...!
Short poem
Maria Mitea Aug 2020
i didn’t steal your sun
i stole your smile last night, when
my dreams kept you busy with dreaming, for a
faraway land,
where people grow smiles in the rain,
and love’s born from lotus mad,

now your smile shines on my lips,
is honey for the nordic bees,
uplifts my eyes into the clouds, my face
radiates fireworks,
everyone asks me “ what did you do?
you look so beautiful?”,
words are resting in silence,

i wish i could tell them,
i am only the thief who stole your smile, when
dreams of your night kept you busy with dreaming
E Aug 2020
I am happy
I am sad
I am jealous
I am mad

Smiling
Frowning
Glaring
Drowning
Natalija Aug 2020
Hands up
Don't be shy
Say it out
              loud

   You hate the world!

Envy more
Stay jelous
         Ignorant

But don't come
               Crying
           Terrified
       And lonely
When everything is over
Ode to Ignorant humans who destroy mother Earth carelesly
Jewel Aug 2020
I hate this
absolutely hate this
how do I 
embrace this?

what's there to
hold
in my mind and
in my hands

I want to
want 
hope
but I can’t 
seem to grasp it

I'm waiting 
for the day
to come
what can I do
with 
what I have?
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