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 Mar 28 Bekah Halle
jules
the world’s got a habit
of chewing you up,
spitting you out
like a bad cigarette.
it doesn’t care
how many dreams you’ve got,
how many scars
you’ve earned.

people will smile at you,
talk about hope
like it’s something you can hold in your hands,
but they never mention
how it slips through your fingers
like sand
and disappears
before you can even grab it.

they tell you
there’s always a way out—
but you know better,
don’t you?
the exits are all locked
and the keys
are hidden in places
nobody bothers to look.

so you drink,
you smoke,
you **** up again and again,
and maybe you smile,
but it’s a lie,
a desperate lie,
just like everything else
they told you.

the truth?
the truth is,
no one’s coming to save you,
no one’s going to rewrite the rules,
no one’s going to put you back together
after you break.

you’ll just keep going,
because what else is there?
and the world will keep spinning,
chewing,
spitting,
until you’re nothing
but dust in its mouth.
As I stare upon the sea,
I see myself dancing
between the waves,
wishing I were free
from all this pain.

One tear drops,
adding mass to
the already disdained.

I can’t be certain
if it will be washed away,
for I’m controlled by pain—
the same way the moon controls
the way the sea sways.
I bleed out through my poetry.

Like little crime scenes
left behind after my
ex abused me.

The shards cuts deeper
because we loved so deeply
it soaked into the depths of
our beings until it became
a victim of lies of loves promises.

Love is not the perpetual blackness.

For it is the wilder of the sword
that cuts us deeper that
brought the perpetual blackness.

They are the damage and monster
that tries to eat what is left.

It is up to us to pickup the pen
and will ourselves above the ruins
and rebuild our lives to make room
for new relationships that grow into
possibilities for future love.

This too shall pass,
like the day into night,
rain into clear skies,
and tear soaked pillows
into fresh clean linens.

I wash my hands from my pain
by writing poetry.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton
 Mar 24 Bekah Halle
Ari
I often look across my skin
for a cut or bruise,
a scratch paper thin,
just for a glimpse,
of the pain within.

Everyone's scars seem laid bare,
others helping them with care,
the pain I feel
seems all but real,
cause no one reaches,
no one tries,
to see the hurt
behind my eyes.
I always feel like my internal turmoil is just my delusions,
and that I'm just fine and I'm only acting stupid.. I tried so ******* this poem T.T Also give me tag ideas, im still pretty new here idk what to put...

Edit: *** how did this go viral I’m so happy :D
Freshly brewed coffee,
a much needed cup
waking my senses,
along with the earthy scent
of grass newly cut.

The perfume of lilacs
bring a glorious haze,
inhaling the scent,
along with petrichor
on warm rainy days.

From warm ovens
with a promised rise,
a baker's joy is uplifting
like wheaten clouds
that fill our skies.

While onions sweat
on top of the stove,
patiently tending
as sweet **** scents
slowly fill the home.

Salt-kissed winds
from coastal shores,
as fresh clean air
sweeps through linens,
sun-dried for hours.

Hung on the line
crisp and clean,
surrendering to the breeze
like white flags
to a sky serene.

Blossom confetti
celebrates the day,
as sunshine warms hearts
and Hyacinth perfumes
the month of May.

A warming cup
of cocoa steams,
bringing hopeful sleep,
as every weary breath
becomes a waking dream.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I was minding my own business, pouring my cup of coffee this morning, enjoying the wafting aroma filling the kitchen, and then this poem became something.
I hope that you enjoy it. 🙂
muse
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|   my mind's a blank.  |
|            PLEASE             |
|     write something     |
|             on me!             |
|           ♡ Cathy             |
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I'm going through a dry spell





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Write of Passage aka
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Catherine Jarvis

Actually I'm not having a shortage of creative power.
I'm just trying to get closer to the spiritual 🙏🏻
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