#reachout
Monsters, light
Disappear, smile
Broken, cracked.
Each day hiding behind masks,
Masks that hide the truth,
Masks that make yourself believe
Nothing is wrong.
We are stars but not constellations,
Connected but disconnected,
Surrounded by cold, empty space.
But space isn’t empty.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 10:49 AM UTC
I don't expect you
to understand.
I try to explain
But you say
that I'm vain
Thinking of myself
all of the time
I'm stuck in my
own head
Screaming
Crying
I know you'll never
Understand...
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 11:06 AM UTC
Maybe in all my attempts to get ahold of you
I'll finally get ahold of myself
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 4:01 AM UTC
Thrilled, wrapt, beguiled,
bruised, broken, lost,
tempest toss’d
or star-sky smitten,
it’s your heart we love alone
even if it feels so,
you never are x
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 5:30 AM UTC
Is it possible to disappear in your thoughts?
'cuz I'm drowning
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC
I’m 10 feet down
All day, all night
But I’m rising up
Dirt is filling my eye
Pressing all around
I’m clawing and fighting
My fire shall never die
You could make me blind
You can make me all alone
You can **** my hope
But I won’t let you win
You win when I step off that bridge
You win when I stop fighting
So, let me make it known
You can cope
You do have hope
You aren’t alone
Reach out
Forget your fear
Forget your doubt
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC
"The sun will still rise tomorrow if I **** myself"
"Flowers will still bloom if I **** myself"
"The radio will still play upbeat music if I **** myself."
Yes, these things will keep happening. But you know what else will happen?
All the lovers you've had will hold close the pieces of you they have left and wonder if it was something they did that caused it. Your younger siblings will wish that they had slept in your bed more often because now that you're gone they hardly remember the comfort that they had sleeping next to you. Your older siblings will think about times you were upset and they never asked what was wrong. Your best friends will become shells of themselves, beating themselves up for not realising you were not okay. Your mother will not be able to walk through the door of the house without looking for your shoes on the mat, and wondering if you did this to yourself because she yelled at you for tracking dirt. Your father will not drink his morning coffee on the couch, because he remembers how many times you sat there with him and ate your cereal.
Yes, the sun will rise, the flowers will bloom, and the radio will play happy songs. But without you, we do not want the sun to rise, because another day is too painful. We do not want to see flowers, because how dare the world show us something beautiful when you cannot appreciate it. We do not want to hear any music, because it reminds we will never see you dance again.
So reach out. For yourself and others. Everyone is worthy and deserving of life and another chance.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 5:23 AM UTC
Please let me leave,
I'm ready to go
Into the vast wilderness
Of life undone
By my own frail hands
I watch my story
In monochrome
Radiating in my head
Like radio waves
Playing a funeral song,
A melancholy melody
Written in a language
Only I can speak
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC
Praying with anticipation
Hoping the time never appears,
when the mind quits, the heart splits and life is held with a loosened grip.
Be Brave, Be Fearless
Be Strong, Be Bold
Lock hands, take heart and don’t let go
Reach out, speak out and let us know
Promise
When your ready
You’ll be guided towards the right road.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
Down
down
off
we
go
we're about to
miss
the
great
BIG
S H O W
But
oh
let not
a single
W O R D
spill
o u t
for against
ignorance in numbers
is what this show's
all
about
listen
closely
lend them your ear
feed them
with
attention
but don't keep them
n e a r
just smile
let's enjoy this
S H O W
and down to the next
generation
off
we
go
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
extensions to an emotion
grown like branches on a tree,
blooming towards beauty,
further reaching the sky,
touching the blue
with the tip of the flowers.
life, bursting out,
in one way or another.
endurance, the key
a way of living, so to speak
surviving the storm, or adapting to it.
giving the branches strength,
strength to withstand the worst,
only to be given another day
another day to bloom,
another day to grow,
to branch out, thicken and, burst out
into something unexplainable,
rather observable,
reaching out to hights
and depths, simultaneously.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
And we held each other as we weeped for our earth.
Our mother.
Mother nature, she gave birth to us and watches us as society hurts us, neglects us, and abuses us.
Feeling her tears in the rain, and her pain in the cold wind, her worry within the brewing storms, and discomfort in the scorching sunshine.
We take comfort in one another knowing someday things will get better my beautiful sister
And no longer will we cry tears for our mother's creations.
For our mother's home.
For our bodies that the world is destroying.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC
I tried to reach out to someone about depression.
About how I want to die.
He talked about his life--
Then we had ***
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC
At first they're just a seed really rough and ***** But they never let you see how beautiful and incredible they really are. So, they start to grow all twisted and unpredictable. Then they start to grasp on the pretty face in a perfect phase, not seeing their own amazing and beautiful self. You try to shake them free of all that nonsense they hear on t.v. But every time you shake roses it only makes them wish harder to be that pretty face everyone seems to want. When you catch them cut you try to stop them, tell them how much you love them. You couldn't realize that they believed only by cutting could a rose let go all the mean things said and grow. Then it happened, too soon, only a second with their finger on the trigger, now their gone forever. Too bad you couldn't see the beauty of a black rose.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 12:24 PM UTC
I’m not good with words and worse with expressing. But, I’ll try.
We all are searching for something, someone special. We try to search for dots, squares- shapes that are our similar kinds. We fall innumerable times and sometimes that leaves us questioning our faith, our beliefs, our potential- overall, maybe ourselves. And we stop trying. A hand reaches out to us. That hand stands with you, for you, some times even slaps you while you’re losing yourself again. It hugs you, comforts you in those lonely winter nights and feels the raindrops falling upon its palm through the grills of the window. It guides you, pointing out like a signage and it never fails you. That one person guides you, holds you, loves you for no reason comprehensive whatsoever. They make you look at yourself with hope, with love.
And more than some times, we fail to realise that while we were busy searching for more than something that’s ordinary love, that love had been standing beside us all this while and maybe, more.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
We write to reach out
to anyone
who is close enough
to read the words
that spill from our minds
Trying
without gain
for those that stop
to make them see
to make them stay
If only long enough to feel again
but as is the way of things
they linger for just a moment
then continue on their way
as the world stops for no one
and surely not for the troubled writer
lost in isolation
and ever searching
for a friend
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC