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julianna Mar 2019
too many words. too fast. hard to explain. hard to understand. I have so much art and so little time. so much pain and not enough rhyme. i’m running from reason and dwelling on regret.
c Mar 2019
There is so much to lose
You never have nothing
But I guess you can't lose
What you don't know you have
dadens Feb 2019
we were too much of everything
to just be nothing
© d.a.dens
Shea Feb 2019
I'll just take my clonidine
It makes me sleep
So I won't say anything
I talk too much
Brynn S Feb 2019
Too
Feet under crystal green water
Fragments of debris float in circular motions
Tracing the minds pondering nature
World passes as if turning backwards
Return to the former place one of purity
The corruption brought forth a small death
One of little significance yet large impact
Only personal not important


The clocks are abused
Mistreatment of age delivers hell
Bohemian Feb 2019
If a needle was to be put in my capillaries to forget you
I'd been a walking void.
If each time I thought about you could grow my hair by an inch,
I'd been the Tangle you read about.
If changing wrappers of my skin had not worked,
Could change my skin and bones.
If you were on the moon
I could study turning all upside down to be an astronaut.
Had my heart not recited your name,
My sleeves hadn't been upto this stretch.
If I could have a job of making you happy,
You would been immortal by now
If I were the Leonardo,
I had painted you smiling
Till eternity.
That went unseen ,yet prepared for your birthday ;just as silly as it sounds.
Keely Gallagher Apr 2019
She took a romantic,
A real lovers dream,
And made him a cynic.
Made the soft spoken scream.

And now all is visible ,
Yes everythings clear.
We know why she's miserable,
And sitting in fear.

She broke him, she crushed him.
She made him like her.
She ripped out his diamond, and replaced it with coal.

She was a cynic.
Who woke up in screams.
He made her romantic.
and taught her to dream.

So now they're divisible,
And walking from here.
He's healing and careful,
And changing his gear.

He broke her, he crushed her,
He made her like him.
She's softer & kinder but a new broken within.
tobi Feb 2019
life is too short to wish you were living someone else’s
Anna Melody Feb 2019
I didn’t want this.
I didn’t want him to leave but he did.
I didn’t want her to break me but she did.
I didn’t want him to take advantage of me but he did.

What I wanted was a dad who would stay.
What I wanted was a friend who would be there for me no matter what.
What I wanted was a man I could trust to keep his hands away from me.  

I am afraid of getting my hopes up.
And yet I still feel saddened when people don’t come through.
I’m so tired of living in fear.
But my mind revolves around what ifs,
And memories,
And brokenness.
And what if, when I try to think differently, and I get my hopes up, it’s all for nothing? And I am left alone again?
I feel empty again
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