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Bhill Oct 4
The pain of it all
Sometimes it’s too much for us
What do you do then

Breathing is hard when in pain
Sleeping is hard when in pain
Ouch, that hurts is all I got

The pain of it all
Sometimes it's too much for us
What do you do then

Brian Hill - 2019 # 247
What's your pain level?
Zane Smith Sep 10
I love you still
as time is killed,
the three words remain
I wish I could tell you over and over.
but it doesn't work anymore
this "healing time" feels like a chore
here I am feeling emotions galore.
junior year please end
you have caused me hell,
I'm going through it can't you tell?
I have hope for the future
I know this will pass,
I want you gone and far away
but another part of me only wants you to stay.
to stay and never leave
never leave my arms.
My arms hold my heart tight
my heart is broken,
broken and devastated
another very old poem from when my heart was healing itself subconsciously through this poem
If you didn't have me
You'd be covered
From head to
In band aids
Too afraid of pulling
A hair out to ever take
Hola mamacita
jilli Jul 23
i wish you and her was still you and i, instead of your hand in hers it’d be your hand in mine. if i still had you everything would be fine. but you move on so fast, and i’m not sure how or why. do men just not have feelings? use us to waste their time? pretend to fall in love for the fun of it? then just let us cry?
I don’t even remember writing this and I just found it in my drafts
Özcan Sh Jun 28
Broken heart pieces are
sharper than a knife.
mars May 19
i make
you into other with
my words. into lost
ink drip-drip-
drip into wooden
splinter or cement
wall you cannot hear
into an ocean i am
one one side of it and i thought i
felt you across the basin writing me a
letter but you have
swallowed the other
shore. is it better to feel you
as ink splinter cement the
void of a destination disappeared or
as what you
my sun, you haven’t
called me
some hurt, i haven’t heard from her
Darryl M May 8
You’re on safety and you know the code.
What you made me feel, I fought over.
Now I’m missing the moments.

Unlike a lost bug,
I’ll get off your hair.
Bags all packed, you’ve left.
Silly Life, left me with your memories.

Your heart is like a locked door,
I have the key, but you’ve changed the locks.
A test I shall take,
But you running away, I shall not chase.

Ladies say you play with a guy a little bit to see if he’s serious.
The funny thing is;
That’s how they lose a serious guy.
Jim Davis May 7
Look at that there!  
Wow!  a witticism!
Ouch... it bites!

©  2019 Jim Davis
Or coulda said a “sally”. But who knows what a sally really is?  ,
on top
of others
and pretend
to be squished
so that you don't
feel guilt or shame
knowing others must
bear your heavy weight
while you stay comfortable
To you, the poor in unison say,
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