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Aaron 3d
Though my experience is a bit little
But words that I wrote,
Are much heavier than my age,
Are overwhelmed with emotions,joy and sorrow,
It multiplies the time you see it
It kills your mind to eternalize it
If you ever been through it, you can deeply feel It,
Ever since I started writing
I wrote what I feel about,
Those may make you miserable or full of joy
But behind all these words lies a happiness deprived boy.
🙃
KHY Dec 1
there is a ****** tension
between my ego and my self-loathing

they both love to **** each other,
it's almost alarming

looking in the mirror I'm so alluring,
I could blow a kiss

while plotting to sedate myself,
to fabricate a bliss

I legalize hate for myself
to encourage my fouling

I pollute the good in me,
so why would it surround me?
Nostalgia Nov 28
Tears fall out of my eyes when I don't wish for them.
I don't understand why I am like this.
Is it my fault?
Or is it yours?
My body aches with exhaustion
when I already have been sleeping for years.
I am okay
At least, I tell myself that.
Valentin Eni Nov 15
Hiding within myself,
from the world,
I found the world I was hiding from,
and in it, I found myself,
hiding within myself,
from the world.
(Translated from Romanian) The poem uses the act of hiding as a metaphor for introspection and self-awareness.

The poem's cyclical nature suggests a deep, repetitive introspection. It speaks to the journey of self-discovery, where hiding from external forces paradoxically leads to uncovering one's inner self. The poem reflects an ongoing dialogue between isolation and self-revelation, tapping into themes of identity and solitude.
The moment at night. I am supposed to. I have needed to. For many years. Again and again I find myself at this point and failed.

I can blame the world, but it is I that has failed. I failed myself.

Only I am real, nothing else is real. None of you are real.

Just lines, shadows, white paper and crayon.

Good night.
Hanzou Oct 21
They say I’m the storm that tore it apart,
The one who left ruins in someone’s heart.
No matter how clear the skies may seem,
They only recall the thunder and scream.

I’ve wandered far from those wild winds,
But the echoes of past mistakes still spin.
They look at me through shattered glass,
Seeing only the cracks of what couldn’t last.

In their eyes, I’m the fault, the fall,
The reason the walls crumbled tall.
No bridges left, just broken ground,
And no path back can ever be found.

But is it the storm or the earth below,
That crumbles first when the winds blow?
Maybe we’re both tangled in pride,
Both trying to claim who’s justified.

I’m the shadow they can’t forget,
The cause of a pain they won’t reset.
But deep inside, the truth’s unclear—
Who truly caused the fall, and who shed the tear?

So here I stand in the ruins we built,
Carrying the weight of unshaken guilt.
They see only the storm, never the calm,
In a tale where neither was truly wrong.
unspoken words.
Day & night,
I'm enticed by you.

Day & night,
I'm lost in your thoughts.

Why are you so beautiful,
Oh, plain mirror?
My HP Poem #2006
©Atul Kaushal
Muskan Parvin Sep 16
In the tapestry of life, a thread shines bright
Your presence, a light that takes flight
With every smile, a warmth unfolds
A beauty that never grows old
In your eyes, a spark does glow
A radiance that touches all that know
May your journey be filled with joy, and delight
May your path be lit with love and light
You shine so bright, like a radiant star in the night sky
Aurora's Light, a beacon bright
Shining forth, like a celestial sight
With every step, a radiant glow illuminates
Illuminating all, as she grows
In a world of billions, you're one in a million
A treasure so rare, my heart's sweet obsession
I'm always here for you through ups and downs
The highs and lows.
A poetry to myself, and a reminder to others that you are enough, too. May these words inspire self-love, empowerment, and a celebration of your own unique light.
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