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Dez Apr 2020
Reach but you shall not attain
The glory of a great writer
Never will I gain
For I write but I am not a writer
So I only feign
And now I weep for I can not be a writer
All my work is mundane
But I desire to be a writer
And will continue to go through the pain
Though I will never reach the hight’s of a writer
I will go until I wane though all call me insane
All to be a writer
All to be a writer
I write but I am not a writer
Dave Robertson Apr 2020
You fed the words to me
slowly at first
easily digested syllables
that helped me navigate
a knee-high world

as a gift,
it’s not immediately apparent
how unlocking sounds
that name the nameless
saves us

but with time,
joy and adversity
the truth of our voice
shines through

to abandon words
is to lose one more grip
so
where you can

keep talking
Rebekah Walker Apr 2020
What will it take for you to notice me?
I look right at you.
Then I look away.

What will it take for you to read my mind?
I'm thinking of a thousand ways I want to love you,
and they'll stay trapped inside my mind.

What will it take for you to know how you hurt me?
I want to make you feel what I felt,
but it hurts when I see you in pain.

What will it take for you to leave me alone?
I hate your unreadable face
but it's all I see.

I'd **** myself a thousand times
and fall down at your feet.
Your heart runs too fast for me to catch up and ask
What will it take?
Chris Apr 2020
Well I got up and I'm getting up and I'm trying awfully hard
to get by
I'm trying awfully hard
to get by

The next stage is going to get better
The next stage is going to get better
Inspired by Pink's song Try
Peach Summer Apr 2020
just a young heart confusing my mind
im confused or am i blind
challenge whipsers
im dead inside?
everything i do
is a waste to your time

ill try
ill try
ill try till my bones die
to further more my love will
ignite my heart so.  

if i cry every night will the end
accept me, beneath me is under
the heart you swore you'd lend me.

im swollen from the hits you gave me,
metaphorically.
will you accept me.
Lunar Mar 2020
I can't define you
And I can't throw you
I don't think I can really use you either
You don't really talk
You don't even do
You just are
And I a doll in your game
But lol I ain't one to loose
so lets play another round
maria Mar 2020
I'm trying to get over you
all I do is think of you
how can I convince myself to forget you?

written on March 27, 2020
© ,Maria
Zack Ripley Jul 2019
It's all been said.
It's all been done.
Think you're broke and lonely?
You're not the only one.
Living in a world so isolated
So cold.
They say the only ones
who survive do what they're told.
But that's just what they want you to think.
They don't want you to find the power you have inside.
So get your thoughts together, wake up and let's ride.
We're going to say
what we need to say
and whether we succeed or die, at least we can say we tried
Zack Ripley Apr 2019
We're afraid to live.
We're afraid to die.
We're afraid to try.
We're afraid of what happens if we don't try.
We're afraid to love.
We're afraid to commit.
We're afraid people think we're full of ****.
We're afraid of the truth.
We're afraid to lie.
We're afraid people will think we're weak if they see us cry.
We're afraid to feel.
We're afraid of fear.
But knowledge is power.
So now that you know what you fear,
what are you going to do about it right now? Right here?
mutant Mar 2020
Learn new ways to cope
Give the people some ****** hope
My phone is Jeff’s phone
Everyone leave me alone
I am a master at disaster and awful at poetry  Biwitch
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