This poem is going nowhere I want it to go. And I am completely okay with that. It’s going exactly where I need, and exactly where you want at the same time.
By Nomfundo Gumede2 years ago in Poets
I'm sitting in the fire But the cold, it sits inside My very bones the brittle homes For the things I like to hide I am sitting in the fire
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
I'm not sorry that I have to go. Your words have severed me, soul-deep. You say you're ashamed, turned off. You said I'm fat and gross.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Poets
There is beauty in the mundane- the soft sparkle of suds within a sink of spoilt dishware, Cackle in broken pops, Highlighting internal shame.
By Rachael MacDonald2 years ago in Poets
I’m gone, no one to care for me. Blue skies grey. Hollowed joy. Now this distance has been placed. Warmth of the touch not strong.
By ROMEO2 years ago in Poets
For the streets have claimed me as one of its own. To get out is the goal. For these stinky and sticky clothes that cover my dirty skin is not for me. I will try everything in my power to not fall victim of it. To not become one more story is the thing I want. Poem after story, we hear and say so much about it. Have you lived it? The storm of thoughts that take over your being. For some, is just so much easier to beg and plead for money that you'll never know where it'll go. Food? Medicine? Habits? I'll never understand why and how someone can reach this level. But, no one will understand my reasons of being like this either. Hypocrite, I know. Hypocrisy is keeping these thoughts flowing and the mind going. This is what I like to call: "my own habits". My version of "Being in control". Pathetic, I know. This idea of working hard is just a blur to me. I desire to be in doors with a fan or AC full blast all over the house and have some kind of calm and peace for one day. I don't want to think about: "Where do I go next?" or should I say WE? Yes, We.
By Moon2 years ago in Poets
Naked and alone I wait for you Sadness in our home, it breaks me Invisible to your mind Careless with your time, I Can't change things for you
By Erianna Gilliam2 years ago in Poets
Nothing in this world for me is clear Love doesn't help me with the fear Always tryna hide my tears My feelings can't catch me
I want to ran my hands over every single tattoo you have. Creating my own map from the first to the last. Tell me about all of them, their stories and why they are on your skin.
By Rabbit2 years ago in Poets
Gazing at her reflection, a girl stares, unsure of what's to come, Questions cloud her mind, the future feels so numb. Paths diverge ahead, choices difficult to make,
By Odinaka Ogidi2 years ago in Poets
Self sabotage I am leaving you. No more do I believe in you. I finally see the truth. You were not meant for me. Not a friend to me.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Laid bare my wounded heart unto you You kissed it with cat-o-nine-tails Blooded furrows cross my soul Still I begged for more ... worse
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
