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It doesn't matter what I say,
You won't read it anyways.
But you don't hurt me,
You make me happy.
What makes me unhappy isn't you,
It's when you push me away,
Please stop icing me out.
The choking vines of the wine yard,
Wrap around the souls of the somber.
Staring off into space,
While a chemical feeling seals their fate.

Do they feel happy yet?
Something more than the happiness they lost,
Was it right, to push love away?

In replacement they have a craving,
A welcomed feeling of demanding.
Their kisses curdle into bites,
Ripping chunks out of who they love,
Tearing holes into their head.
Many of my family suffers from this, at least some have the dignity to admit it.
Lance Remir Jun 9
Tell me that you hate me
Say that you find me upsetting
Get angry, get spiteful about it
Block me from all of your socials
Erase the photos and my number
Tell me that you'll never come back
Throw it all back to my face
Please tell me that you hate me
Otherwise
I would still have hope
I am going through something,
Something that feels like nothing,
A smile hides it well,
But eyes always tell,
Body wants to lie down
on fluffy clouds,
Soul wants to elope and shout,
Heart wants to drown,
Mind whispers sins-
Urges me to commit fouls,
But Heart howls:
"JUST DROWN",
I am going through something,
Even forgetting to breathe
Written in a moment I couldn’t escape—a memory that still breathes in my silence.
All of a sudden
The stars have stopped shining
Blimming sadness in Heaven
Too many babies are maimed and hurt
Too many infants are starving and suffering
Too many women are crying and mourning
And too many men are being sought
For summary executions
Where countless elders of the sad nations
Have disappeared without a trace
The pain is excruciating. What a disgrace!

All of a sudden
The sky has become extremely dark
Flaming chaos in Heaven
The cemetery is in the park
The buildings are bombed and bulldozed
For heaven’s sake, too many soldiers are overdosed
Where ships, vessels, yachts, boats and canoes are sunk
Somewhere is buried a dead skunk
Where everything is comatose and decomposed
No one can honestly envision a bright future
Where nobody can dry the tears of Mother Nature.

The stars have stopped shining
The moon is visibly absent
The sun is on strike and fasting
And the weather is eerily aberrant.

Copyright © June 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Zack Ripley Jun 9
If pain is the body's way of telling you something's wrong,
how does it tell you when something's right?
Is it feeling love? Adrenaline?
Or is it something simpler
like having more energy or the ability to smile? Maybe it's all. Maybe it's none.
Sometimes, I just wish I could know for sure.
Ghostcat Jun 8
Is it me, or is it my ears,  
That keep hearing sounds so near?  
A pounding, a drilling,  
Like gears that keep spinning.  

I couldn’t stop,  
Nothing could,  
I melt, I break—  
I wish I would.  

With all the juice,  
I freeze, I sneeze.  
With all the germs,  
I ooze, I wheeze.  

Yuck,  
Stuck,  
This *****.  

Who would have thought this would start?  
Truth be told, this is no gold,  
Nor silver, nor bronze—  
Just stories retold.  

Hush—my voice, keep it down,  
It hurts inside, the things I drown.  

Stomp,  
Punch—  
What is this?  
The feelings I have, within.  

Full of rage, full of fire,  
This place no longer feels entire.  

Stop!  
I yell,  
I scream—  
This must not tear between.
I am tired of making friends,
the cycle never ends.
I want attention,
LIKE HELL !
What do they have
that I don’t?
I want attention.
I need attention.
Call me selfish—YES!
YES! YES!
You’ll never understand.
I’m tired.
Really tired.
But still…
a part of me
keeps dreaming
of a happy ending.
It just hurts—
to be the one
always ignored.
Kushal Jun 8
I miss you.

When the world moves slow enough to breathe,
My thoughts wander back to you.
To fight back would be to defy the tides.

Faced with myself irrefutably
The image of my heart
The reflection of my failure

An eternity I left uncherished
For a moment... of ... something.
I miss you.
i miss you...
fay Jun 8
You're poison dressed in lover's skin,
A saint outside, a sin within.
Each time I try to walk away,
You pull me close with words that play.

I drank your lies like sacred wine,
And told myself that you were mine.
But every kiss, a sinking stone—
I drown in you, and die alone.

So take what's left—my breath, my will,
Your silence fits me softer still.
If I must die to feel your bliss,
Then let me fade in serpent's kiss.
2025
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