#wanted
How does it feel when your up there and,
How does it feel when it comes crashing,
Does it feel so never ending,
Keep your head up and keep standing,
Life is nice when your with someone,
It makes you feel like your less lonesome,
Friends will call and you’ll be busy,
Learning to fall is not that easy,
Alone,
But beside me,
I’m here,
But you are crying,
I can help,
Do you want it,
You are all,
All I wanted,
Flying until your wings start to break,
Writing a song without a retake,
Keeping it all then throwing it away,
Healing yourself cause you are self-made,
Wishing for more when you have it all,
Jumping then waiting when you will fall,
Holding your hand when you are sad,
Crying to sleep cause your all I had,
Alone,
But with people,
In this wild,
Wild sequel,
I can hold you,
Do you want it,
Cause you’re all,
All I wanted,
I’m alone,
Your beside me,
Now you know,
And I’m crying,
Let you go,
Do you want it,
You are all,
All I wanted,
I’m alone,
But with people,
In this cruel,
Cruel sequel,
You can’t hold me,
I don’t want it,
Cause you’re all,
All I wanted.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 11:14 AM UTC
'Dramatic'
Yup that's me
sobbing at every little thing
even if it doesn't seem worthy of tears
'over-thinker'
you bet,
need more thoughts for your brain?
I got 'em all!
But- too often i focus on these cruel words
evil in my mind, and worse when they hang in the air
like mist or fog
'Caring'
You're sad? Oh... well I'm here, i'll listen to your every problem
not judging
not spreading the words you whisper to me
just here
'Giving'
I'll give you what you need
hugs? got you
gifts?
candy?
anything else you need?
text me if you need something
please.
i want to be needed
there's ntohing else
stay safe
don't die
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 12:25 PM UTC
Staring at the wall, I adjust my seat.
Then I adjust it again.
Scratching the itch on my face,
I check the time on my watch.
The clock ticks smoothly, regardless.
As I look out the window, I see all but me.
The warm, yellow glow of the sun, inviting me outside.
Snowflakes, so small and fragile, tapping up on the glass.
The flowers face the light, beginning their bloom.
I check the time on my watch.
Nothing is waiting for me.
The air feels heavier.
My breathing follows.
I adjust my seat a little more.
I look to the roof -
Still, there is no one.
I check the time on my watch.
The hands point towards me.
I look back at the wall,
Was there ever a wall?
My hand returns to my face -
I can't stop scratching.
My face begins to tear.
I check the time on my watch.
...
Was I meant to be wearing a watch?
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 2:03 AM UTC
You used to call me your princess,
spin me until the world felt safe,
tell me nothing could touch me
as long as I had you.
Now we argue over nothing,
every word sharp as hell,
like I grew up wrong
or became someone you didn’t order.
I miss the dad who protected me,
not the one who judges every breath.
I don’t need a crown anymore—
I just want my ******* father back.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 11:46 AM UTC
I almost said what my heart cries,
Every night, with covered blinds.
My heart bleeds every day.
Wishing one day you hear it play,
The music hurts, but it is chosen to be played.
Every night the cold embrace,
Hoping one day it won't feel the same.
But every word I strive to speak,
Is defeated by the utter weak.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 11:25 PM UTC
Life jacket, soda pop,
Beach time and pool.
I miss the summer like a fool,
Winter's chill must stop.
For if this gray season fails to cease,
To the ground my heart will drop.
I long for the wings,
Of the grand geese.
So come, summer things,
So I may do away with this fleece.
Jan 27, 2025
Jan 27, 2025 at 11:00 AM UTC
Poets,
Your lines are lovely,
And,
Your poem is evolving.
Because,
This is not my poem at all,
It's,
A product of your work,
Therefore,
It's yours.
The,
Second stanza has begun,
And,
We only need 283 poets more.
Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 10:58 AM UTC
I'll never be the mechanic
that can show you how to fix a flat tire.
And I'll never be the eagle scout
that can start a fire.
No, I'll never be your knight in shining armor. But I'll always be the one
that can make you smile.
Cause I'll always be the one you can talk to every once in awhile
when you want to feel wanted and loved.
Sep 2, 2024
Sep 2, 2024 at 9:09 PM UTC
LOST:
A dream about a staircase with no top step.
Last seen circling my brain at 3:14 a.m.,
with no place to land.
Reward: One uninterrupted night of sleep.
Contact: [email protected]
FREE TO GOOD HOME:
A laugh that doesn’t fit anymore—
sharp, too loud,
like it belongs to someone braver.
Please take it before it cuts me deeper.
Contact: [email protected]
MISSING CONNECTION:
You—on the other side of the street,
waving like it was still 2015.
Me—too slow to cross,
too afraid to shout.
If spotted, please circle back.
Contact: my number’s the same, but maybe you deleted it.
FOUND:
A treasure map to nowhere, folded into my coat lining.
No roads, just dotted lines,
and an X I’m scared to dig up.
No need to claim; it’s already mine.
Contact: (don’t.)
MISSING CONNECTION:
You—wearing a yellow raincoat,
laughing like the storm was yours to own.
Me—stuck in a doorway,
too afraid to step into puddles.
If you see this, let me borrow your courage.
Contact: [email protected]
FOR SALE OR TRADE:
A reflection that doesn’t belong to me.
It moves slower, smiles at things
I haven’t thought of yet.
Will trade for a mug that doesn’t drip.
Contact: [email protected]
LOST:
The way my name sounded when you said it,
soft and certain,
like it was the only taste there was.
Reward: The strength to stop listening for it.
Contact: [email protected]
FOR SALE:
One fractured moment in time.
It split clean down the middle—
half yours, half mine—
and hums like static when held.
Warning: Reassembly not guaranteed.
Contact: [email protected]
LOST:
The ability to distinguish between a memory and a dream.
Last felt in a room full of books and musty yellow light.
Reward: A map with all dead ends marked in gold.
Contact: [email protected]
MISSING CONNECTION:
You—crossing the street as if it didn’t exist,
leaving footprints in the air.
Me—watching from behind a pane of glass that wasn’t real,
wishing I could step through.
If you see this, tell me if the other side is softer.
Contact: [email protected]
FREE TO GOOD HOME:
A mirror that only reflects your mistakes.
It’s cracked but still works.
Perfect for someone braver than me.
Contact: [email protected]
FREE TO GOOD HOME:
A scream swallowed too quickly,
leaving the weight of what it couldn’t say.
It hums at night, sharp enough to cut silence,
soft enough to still feel human.
Contact: [email protected]
FOUND:
A version of me I didn’t know still existed.
She’s smaller, softer,
but hums with the ache of wanting something bigger.
No one’s claimed her,
but she feels too familiar to let go.
Contact: [email protected]
FOR SALE:
A jar of lightning,
trapped mid-flash, flickering faintly.
Warning: It won’t light your way, but it might set you on fire.
Contact: [email protected]
MISSING CONNECTION:
You—standing in a crowd of people who looked like you.
Me—shouting a name I wasn’t sure was yours.
If you see this, tell me which one of us got it wrong.
Contact: [email protected]
FREE TO GOOD HOME:
A shadow that moves faster than I do.
It drags me to places I swore I wouldn’t revisit.
It’s loyal,
but it doesn’t listen.
Contact: [email protected]
MISSING CONNECTION:
You—just out of reach,
your voice fading like a star going nova.
Me—chasing echoes through rooms I don’t recognize.
If you see this, tell me how it ends.
Contact: [email protected]
WANTED:
A gas station map that folds wrong.
Not one that shows the way,
but one that erases it completely,
leaving only the thrill of getting lost.
Payment: Breadcrumbs I don’t plan to follow.
Contact: [email protected]
MISSING CONNECTION:
You—at a bus stop,
Me—watching you disappear before I could prove myself.
If you’re still waiting,
I swear I’ll catch the next bus.
Reward: a Metrocard, but refilling it costs more than it’s worth.
Contact: [email protected]
FOUND:
A photograph that doesn’t make sense—
faces blurred, the room stitched from dreams:
a log cabin leaning into splinters,
a Vietnamese superstore where shampoo and morning glory
share aisles with áo dài and gnocchi,
my first-grade classroom—pine-needle air,
metal chairs sparking against old carpet.
The photo shifts,
but the context stays the same.
Contact: [email protected]
FREE TO GOOD HOME:
A moment of clarity that burns too bright to keep.
It sees everything,
even what you wish it wouldn’t.
Take it before it blinds me.
Contact: [email protected]
FOR SALE OR TRADE:
A clock with teeth.
It eats seconds like they’re starving it,
but spits them out just wrong enough to notice.
Will trade for a moment that doesn’t bite back.
Contact: [email protected]
WANTED:
Someone to tell me if it’s too late.
If the road I’ve walked is the only one I get,
or if there’s still time to take a left,
a right,
or turn around entirely.
No qualifications necessary—just say something.
Reward: My charge to pay attention; ***** coins and all.
Find Me: I'll be wearing a yellow rain coat.
Contact: [email protected]
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 3:10 AM UTC
Onward my hate
Though loved
Can’t I be
I loathe it
Despise
Glowing eyes
Warmth fading
Unto a cleric
Uncertainty
Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 6:02 AM UTC
She advertised everything I wanted
Upon purchase it was nothing I needed
If only there was more time allotted
The warning signs could've been heeded
With the foundation now rotted
I'm reseated all alone and resented
Not fully unexpected,
But fully defeated
Deflated and almost deleted
Then the process gets repeated
©2024
Sep 6, 2024
Sep 6, 2024 at 2:58 PM UTC
I want to crack you open with unconditional love, to see what’s inside your tough exterior
I want to watch the smile dawning on your face grow wider and wider until your cheeks hurt
I want to hear you talk without giving it a second thought
Lose your cool. Yell until your voice grows rough and raspy.
Bury your face in your hands and cry
Just once, give me something, anything, to see what’s inside your tough exterior
Jun 20, 2024
Jun 20, 2024 at 10:23 AM UTC
Since a year and nine months before my first birthday I've been unwanted
The only way for me to not feel unwanted
Is to not be around for unwanted to be an option
Watch that be the day I am finally wanted
And they'll have the nerve to say, "this is not what we wanted."
©2024
Jun 1, 2024
Jun 1, 2024 at 1:52 PM UTC
I was never the ‘pretty one’ I could be the funny one or the crazy one but never ever the prettiest. The prettiest people where the people that had a small nose, almond eyes and big lips, I didn’t have that at all. But i wanted to be the pretty one, I wanted to know how it felt to get so much attention, but no. I was the funny one and that was all that mattered.
Apr 27, 2024
Apr 27, 2024 at 4:34 PM UTC
I don't want to be
where I'm not wanted but I
WANT TO BE WANTED
Mar 30, 2024
Mar 30, 2024 at 1:19 AM UTC
I can not do it, I can't
Did everything one is supposed too and still failed
Wasn't expecting to faceplant
I wanted it, prayed for it, dreamed about it and it sailed
My plea rang out like a chant
Gave up? I played to the buzzer, when the buzzer sounded I trailed
All hope I was forced to recant
Before I knew it I blew it, my loss was unveiled
©2023
Nov 30, 2023
Nov 30, 2023 at 2:14 PM UTC
She took me serious,
When I included her children who wasn’t my own
She took me serious,
When judgement became irrelevant
She took me serious,
When she trusted me with internal/external wounds
She took me serious,
When clear communication expanded unconditionally
She took me serious,
When trauma or anxiety triggers became nonexistent
She took me serious,
When open conversations felt genuine
She took me serious,
When both bodies were respected
She took me serious,
When priority meant sacrifice willingly
She took me serious,
When God was involved
Dec 21, 2021
Dec 21, 2021 at 12:44 AM UTC
(last Friday)
My English class just ended and everyone’s packing up (18 students). The class is held outdoors under a tent due to COVID. My professor says, “Ms Vionet, may I speak with you for a moment?”
I froze, Oh, my God, I thought, is he about to tell me to quit - has he already identified some fundamental inadequacy in my work? The world seemed to go silent as I hefted my backpack and approached him.
“Ms Vionet,” he began.
“Anais,” I interjected.
“Anais,” he patiently started again, “We have a small professor’s choice (invitation only) writing group that meets every two weeks, 7 to 8 PM on Wednesdays - would you be interested in joining us?”
It was hard to hold back a pterodactyl screech of delight. “Yes sir, I’ll be there”
“Here”, he said, motioning to the tent classroom “weather permitting.” He had packed up, he turned and headed for some nearby stairs.
I did a twirl of joy.
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 7:39 AM UTC
I'm trying to find a girl. She hides behind tears that no one sees her cry. I think she's trapped under a mountain of insecurities and lies people have told her. If you find her, can you tell her she's loved. Wanted. Can you help her understand she's not a burden if she wants to talk to someone?
Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 10:40 PM UTC
Freedom was a writer from whom his name was stolen.
That of whom left his breaths on every page he wrote the meanings of which, were torn from his chest.
He was the fruit of his works,
of his labour.
And was the whistle in the wind that blew that blew through silence.
Hanging tastefully in the air.
A sweet sensation.
Who grew from dismality, was named and married to him as Hope.
The growths of their union,
the words of the tormented writer and the melodies of the candied breeze,
were songs of story sung for acres.
And who’s dawned legacies are the working times of their lovechildren,
Emancipation and Liberty.
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 9:15 AM UTC
so, I decided to challenge myself and write a poem that included the titles of 20 of my favorite songs. and I did it. this might be one of my favorites. see if you can find all the titles. check it out
I thought I’d have to go to another world
to find somewhere I belong.
I felt powerless. Alone. A broken man in a carnival of rust.
My friends always tried to make me feel wanted
by saying “someone’s gonna light you up.”
But I always felt like the only thing people saw
were my imperfections.
They wouldn’t have tried so hard to break me
if they saw how good of a person I tried to be, right?
Or is it the opposite? They didn’t want one more light
in a world that was already so dark?
Well, they almost won. I almost tried to see heaven.
But I’m still standing.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m a simple man
or because I decided to stand in the light,
but I was given a second chance. Now, I don’t worry about a thing.
Because what I’ve got is all I’ve ever wanted.
Every time I look in her angel eyes, little by little,
the black of my iris gets lighter.
And now that I can see how beautiful life can be,
I’m not afraid to follow you wherever you will go.
I’m forever yours…faithfully.
May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 11:18 AM UTC
If you know you're wanted,
Please don't take that for granted.
Because someone you know
Doesn't know. Doesn't believe.
Has had peers tell them
They're a burden.
They hear it so much, they believe it.
If you're reading this,
And you're feeling this way,
Let me be the first to say...I want you.
I want you to live.
I want you to not be afraid to love.
I want you to find courage and pride.
I want you to rise above.
Because I've been there.
And you deserve to feel wanted.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 6:07 PM UTC