#thoughs
i’ve had this demon,
in my head since i was five,
telling me all my fears were true,
predicting the future,
repeating my thoughts.
for years i hated this demon.
thought he was a monster,
thought he was evil.
but he’s just broken,
hurting inside,
trying to protect me
the only way he knows how.
how could he not be big and scary?
how could he not believe in lies,
when he was forced to form here
when i was five.
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 8:34 PM UTC
Just Make up in your mind,
that its gonna be alright,
It's all in how you think,
as your ideas influence foresight?
Just look into the future, and
just start to believe,
It will happen when the time is right,
Just watch and you will see.
It's all within your Thoughts,
It is Deep within your Head,
Your mind is like a garden,
as if tending to your gardening bed.
SO, ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT,
certain thoughts come from time to time,
Just keep the negative ones at bay, because,
IT'S ALL WITHIN YOUR MIND!!!!
B.R.
Date: 7/24/2025
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 12:53 PM UTC
a space to breathe – my ID is just a membership card
for the club of my nationality. rationally detailed;
but the details of it aren’t the details of my life
my identity formed in numbers, letters, and regional
placement – a birth verification code into a nameless reality;
social norms, laws to conform, my legitimacy by roadblocks
that is confirmed… how I wish it said I love to write poems
that I'm insecure of my self image in the mirror sometimes,
that ageing with grace, is more of a reminder of all the things
I wish I had done at a younger age – a collection of my desires
and experiences; the love I have to give, love I hope to one
day receive, all the places I hope to dream, a place…
sigh,
_a space to breathe._
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 3:35 AM UTC
I am the moon lover
and the rain is my mistress
When they see me together
I am the king of chains
Jul 13, 2022
Jul 13, 2022 at 11:30 AM UTC
I wanna be loved
I wanna be adored
to be desired inside and out
it's said that I am
but just how much I do not know
I doubt and I doubt
am I truly treasured?
in the way that I honestly want?
those questions echo in my mind, like a taunt
I wanna be loved
I wanna be adored
Somebody hear my thoughs
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 10:03 PM UTC
I believe that these poems changed me,
That they changed the way I view the world.
I believe they changed the way I think of things,
And the way my feelings wirl.
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 8:22 AM UTC
just because you don't see
the salty tears running down
on my cheeks, doesn't mean
the sadness behind them
doesn't exist inside me.
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC
i am thinking
is it true
that the sky
will cry for you
when you call
and no one's there
is it true
the winds appear
and they sing-song
of the tale
of a lone girl
who's in despair
i am listening
is it true
when you say
i'm here for you
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 9:52 AM UTC
o my god
.
I'm freezing
.
have mercy
upon me
send me love
as if I've never
tasted it before
.
a flame
to burn my very soul
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC
Stop telling me facts about life on morning and let me smoke
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
Leaving you behind unwillingly.
I wanted to run back, but i chose not to.
Our relationship was very complicated.
I have to let go of you but i’m still missing you.
The seasons kept changing but we were still together.
I didn’t realize your existence.
But you saw me.
But you never confessed to me.
This was why we were just friends.
But, our hearts were close to each other.
The time was passing too fast,
And i missed my chance to confess to you.
My love for you has made me forget what my dream is about.
Although my dream has set up us apart
You will always be in my heart.
This is a secret deep in my heart.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC
Can’t sleep.
Lying here.
On my bed.
A bright screen.
White
Dead?
No life.
My head
Filled with knives.
I bled.
For a time.
Words unsaid
Steady decline.
Depression fed.
Fault’s mine.
Should’ve fled.
Was a sign
Should’ve read.
Got there fine.
Where it led?
Should’ve said
A bright screen.
White.
Now red.
Dead?
Not yet.
What’s next
Lying here
On my bed?
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
My life consist of complex inginueity striving to be original but molding to the harshness of what the world is doing to me. Am i wrong for contemplating my lifes decisions. Because this isnt the way things where suppost to come out in my own depiction on the out come of my life. Maybe its my thoughts that are making me insane since i constanly think all i am is trash but theres a saying one persons trash is another treasure not sure if weather to believe it or not because woman come and go i just dont measure up to the dream guy. Maybe its my icebox heart that lets them see the coldness in my eyes gazing into theres filling false hopes of prosper and love each seem to be lies. Just to watch them break down in tears with no remorse when i see them cry since id rather not catch feelings being to scared to see where true love coulf take me honestly i dont know why. Im screaming in rage from the inside like im traped in a four corner room staring at walls hyperventilating unable to get out im balled up feeling trapped im at a loss. Maybe you the reader cant understand what i mean maybe you can i feel like my life has been a bunch of ups and downs more downs then ups i was just a accidental nut that swam into the womb since my fathers pull out game wasnt fast enough now im stuck with the harsh reality of a cold world that beats me down after i get back up when will enough be enough maybe i need to find love and stop trying to hide the void wheres my diamond in the rough maybe I'm thinking again to much enough is enough
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
A right of passion or presumptive plea,
Resting a broken head on bended knee,
Seeking a second chance to finish third,
Or some salvation in a prayer misheard,
Atop your graffiti kingdom, shotgun glare,
Choking down that manufactured air,
While men gain strength from all you lack
But grow no taller standing on your back,
And you read them like a burning book,
As home became the stands you took,
Finding shelter beneath the lowest rung,
Or solace on some fool’s gold tongue,
But your compass heart has been misled,
By monsters swirling through your head,
As they tirelessly stoke the fires of doubt,
That weary feet can’t quite stomp out,
But in time, you’ll chase away that blaze,
If you refuse to become your darkest days,
There is always a road from the abyss,
So as I leave you, please remember this:
You are more than what you’ve been,
Embrace each ending, start again.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
We are the poisoned youth.
Poisoned words, for making someone feel better
Poisoned eyes, for seeing lies but doing nothing
Poisoned ears and mouth, for staying quiet even if we heard something that can make change
Poisoned hands, for doing everything just to be the best even if it's wrong
Poisoned hearts, as we try to love the wrong person and it gives us pain
and poisoned minds, when we believe in lies
Again, we are the poisoned youth.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 5:40 AM UTC
I write a hundreds poems per year
My mind explode in words every day
But still I havn't got the point
The point of the poems I write
Cuz what is point of poetry?
Is it to get followers and be famous ?
Is it for processing your thoughts
Is it to compete with friends who write?
I dont know? I just write, like right now
I just write all my thoughs down everyday
but why?
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 8:33 AM UTC
creeping through the depths of mind
haunting your restless thoughts
embracing thy warm body
whisper words you never wanted to hear
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC
It was loveless, lost and seldom planned,
Penned obtuse in steady hand,
We dreamed aloud as old men lied,
Then took their place as old men died,
And lay with what hope we could ration,
Drawn away in stiff staccato fashion,
To another dismal city street,
Holding on with trembling feet,
As time still breaks us, all we know,
Keep faith in loss and letting go,
This sacrifice, once worth the cause,
Now only good for cheap applause,
But maybe somewhere chance still carries on,
To catch on to us before we’re gone,
As we color outside limits and lanes,
Seeking freedom from these rusted chains.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
My heart yearns for the days of yore
For my life went awry.
My heart yearns for the place I once lived
For I am astray and cannot find a new home.
My heart yearns to be heard
For I am muted by the cacophony of life.
My heart yearns to be found
For I am lost in the labyrinth of the unknown.
My heart yearns to be fixed
For I am ramshackle in every single way.
My heart yearns for solitude
For I know I will be safe and secure.
My heart yearns to be loved
For I had withered and now gone.
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 9:28 AM UTC