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 Jun 2019 yv
malcolm
wrath
 Jun 2019 yv
malcolm
why should i hide
my teeth and
dull my claws
for you?
what have you
done to earn that
sort of gentleness?

theres power in my fury
in the aching, weeping wounds
you tear into me
you dont have the right to tell me
to hide the monster you made of
me
11/14/16
 Jun 2019 yv
Xaela San
Mirror
 Jun 2019 yv
Xaela San
I'm not "smart" like them.

I'm not "bright" as them.

I'm not "confident" like them.

I'm not "beautiful" as them.

I'm not "someone" like them.

Can you just accept that?

I don't like crying myself anymore

-Said myself in the mirror.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
 Jun 2019 yv
Edmund black
In Japan there is an art form
called kintsukuroi which means
to repair with gold
When a ceramic *** or bowls
would break the artisan would
put the pieces together again
using gold or silver lacquer
to create something stronger
forevermore beautiful than before
The breaking is never something
to hide
It doesn’t mean that the work of the art
is ruined or without value because
it is different than what anticipated
Kintsukuroi is a way of living that
embraces every flaw and imperfections
Every crack is part of the  history of
the object and it becomes forevermore
beautiful
precisely because it has been
broken
I’ve told this story to tell you this
People are the same way
Being hurt or heart broken
or feeling broken generally
is not who you are
It is something that happens to you
Rise up stand proud and move forward
Stop looking about what the world says
about you and who you are
The value of your worth is more
than you can ever conceive
and when you trust
in your heart you’ll understand
the Power you house within
Cracks and all your true value
can never be lost in translation
Know the value of your worth, you worth more than gold... made to an exact specification!
 Jun 2019 yv
sandra wyllie
like a cat
when he’s in action
running after a bird,
he’ll never catch. The thing

is he can’t fly. But when
he closes his eyes,
he imagines
that he can propel himself

if he stretches his legs out
enough to take a leap
of faith. The neighbor’s think
he’s crazy when they see him

fall flat
on his face. Maybe
he thinks he’s the bird
he’s chasing.
 Jun 2019 yv
Pyrrha
Hurricane
 Jun 2019 yv
Pyrrha
The bravest boy I know
Sits in the eye of the hurricane
All alone

Surrounded by so much fear
Hatred, loathing, and pain
He doesn't run away

He faces the storm
Even if he has to do it
All alone
 Jun 2019 yv
Emma
Venting
 Jun 2019 yv
Emma
I'm sad,
but I feel like I'm not sad enough.

I hate food,
but not enough to stop eating.

I hurt myself,
but not enough for people to notice.

I want to die,
but not enough to seek it.

I want happiness
but i'm too scared to lose my identity.

I'm mad,
but not enough to seek revenge.

I'm a kid,
but not enough to live my life.
I'm venting, you can ignore this
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