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 Dec 2021 Blake
Hannah Richburg
I thought if I could swallow the stars
I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky
I tried one night    with fireflies
They burned my throat
Their legs striking at soft flesh
But my skin did not glow
No moon crawled from my eye sockets
I was left with corpses in my stomach
I soon learned I would only ever be
A cemetery
 Dec 2021 Blake
Jennifer Powell
You
 Dec 2021 Blake
Jennifer Powell
You
and I hope that every time
your mouth moves
to make the sound
of the first letter of her name

somewhere

deep down

in the back of your head

you hear my name instead
 Dec 2021 Blake
Notepad
River
 Dec 2021 Blake
Notepad
Listen to the sound
ripples beating like my soul
letting myself flow
Quietly by Kristoffer wallin
https://youtu.be/2j4G5SOdGRk
 Dec 2021 Blake
abby
Untitled
 Dec 2021 Blake
abby
mom, i love you
mom, can you take the weekend off?
mom, can he go back to his house?
mom, i miss you
mom, i hate you
 Dec 2021 Blake
Steve Page
Yesterday was a bruiser
Today’s real contrary
Tomorrow’s undecided
But I’m remaining wary
 Nov 2021 Blake
Amanda Shelton
Upon the night the poet writes,
within my darkened room
under candlelight all is revealed.

From my ink comes black and blue, with bruises from my passed I stain these walls.

Memories never leave me,
pain and suffering is like a
shadow always following me.

Writing is a release, a bandaid
to help me heal.

These emotional hills are a
struggle to claim, but I grew bat
wings so watch me fly.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
 Nov 2021 Blake
Poly Via
No I’m not in love
I just love your touch
Rather it be an embrace
Rather it be A slight Graze
My back, my arm
Neck and face
You do ever so gently
And with such grace
I love your kiss
Lasting for a moment
It feels everlasting
Faith restored
In the power of
Something so simplistic
Such as this
No
I’m not in love
It’s definitely not that
It’s the power you gave back to me
You make me feel desirable
I love the chemistry
Manipulating my brain
In the most positive way
A perfidious lover
You most definitely
Are not
Generous Is the atmosphere
You create
To make me safe enough
To know that I’m not in love
And yet…
I am loved
deceitful and untrustworthy.
"a perfidious lover"
(Just in case anyone was wondering)
 Nov 2021 Blake
internetgirl
sometimes you don't feel it happening until it's too late
and you wished you knew
so maybe you
could do something
but the truth is
it would still happen no matter what you did
so you're grateful you didn't notice
it would've just hurt more

-fading
 Nov 2021 Blake
haysia
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
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