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Hunter Cyrus Mar 2018
I don’t know how much you can see.
I try my best to hide it all.
I keep my emotions under wraps.
A cool, collected exterior.
Strong and solid.
A barrier between my emotions and the world.

Beneath this barrier is a sea.
A tumultuous and roiling sea.
In this sea I’m screaming.
Gargling and choking and coughing.
My lungs filled with liquid pain.

Every day I want to let it out.
I want to expose my inner feelings.
But I won’t,
Because that’s too much hassle.
JL Smith Mar 2018
I remember how I wrote for you
Rhyme after rhyme
How you pretended to love them--
My words, every time

I remember how you said you read them
But I soon realized you lied
Eyes devoted to your electronic screens
As my stories laid beside

I remember how I valued your opinion
Any emotion my words may evoke
You knew they came from deep inside me
Yet, you lacked the depth for them to soak

I remember how you asked for help
When you needed something written
As you sat beside me demanding
I pick up my pace, write quicker

I remember when you scolded me
Exclaimed I couldn't write
You knew how much it meant to me
How writing is my life

But now I've learned my lesson
And I'll remember it for years to come
I don't write for you, but for me instead
You weren't worthy and no longer will I succumb

© JL Smith
JL Smith Mar 2018
What you ask for
I promise I'd try to give
But all I've known
Are patterns of brokenness
I'm not willing to relive

I've heard it before,
"I'll never turn my back"
But all I've known
Are watching the ones I've loved
Leave before they fully unpack

I cling to your words
I'm fascinated, I'll admit
But all I've known
Are promises spun from lies
Absent of action, no one who commits

And yet, I promised I'd try
Here I go, up I climb
Even though all I've known
Are heartaches and blows
I'll attempt to trust, one last time

© JL Smith
Johndre Mar 2018
i was broken
before you came
a very big mess
that cannot be tamed
but you came along
and made me sane
i thought this was real
my savior in front of me
but then a bright light flashed
like a lightning in the sky
awakening me in my deep slumber
with tears on my eyes
and left me asking, "who are you and why?"
i am so broken right now. i don't know what i'm writing. the whirlwind of emotions on my heart is too strong for my mind to comprehend. please understand. thank you.
JL Smith Mar 2018
As the man on the street corner
Sings his blues
So my fingers type each bruise

To experience such joy
In only a moment
I had first witnessed pain
Years, broken and molded

Look closer, dig deeper
You'll begin to see
To the eyes we scream sadness
But it's persistence and strength

He belts from his soul
About the love he had lost
But he stands before the world
Sharing his song at all costs

I speak through my rhymes
About the hurt I've endured
But I reveal each scar
As I've grown and matured

He'll keep singing his song
I'll keep writing my words
To share our stories of ache
As we persist, undeterred

© JL Smith
Karisa Brown Mar 2018
We are animalistic
Teeth on the edge
Of our overrated minds

Hey nobody said
Anythings wrong with that
Isn't it all just natural instincts

The inkling to deceive
What stands in our way
To get what is raw and poetic

To capture a taste
Of the purley ******

To be gods
Of our own making

Subtle and refined
I did not have in mind

Excuse me while
I reap a vengence
JL Smith Mar 2018
It's one big puzzle
Piecing this with that
Learning to walk
Without falling flat
Placing one foot in front of the other
And not looking back
Falling in love
Getting sidetracked
Making time for others
A balancing act
Nurturing yourself
Embracing what lacks
Forgiving the source
Of the pain from your past
Letting go of it all
As it comes and goes just as fast
Like tides of the ocean
And the weather forecast
Challenges arise
But soon they will pass
The grand picture unfolds
As your stories amass

© JL Smith
H Phone Mar 2018
I remember that one poem I wrote
I felt like my brick for a heart it could erode
But reading what came after makes me sick
Because this raw emotional poem’s contents
Have turned into a ******* gimmick
I want to feel.
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