'Untitled' | danielleholian_ | Poetry You spoke to me in low whispers Things too quiet that went unheard, sometimes I began to ignore the truth So it tangled itself in my heart, soul, and mind It crawled under my skin Reaching for depth You disguised your abusive outbursts As reactions to my kindness and generosity [...]
'Wish... I Could' | its.meetjain | Poetry Life for me has become a burden, I have started to see darkness in the sun. My days are filled with never ending sorrow, In the nights I stay awake thinking of a miserable tomorrow!! I have been betrayed times too many, And now I’m left with nothing [...]
'mRNA' | Ivy | Poetry We create the image That goes out there To billions Which is exactly why People lie With roots of dissatisfaction We're dying trees -Ivy.
'Pill Bottle' | mcshanewrites | Poetry And I put the bottle back in its box As to not disturb the peace Of those around me Of those in the bottle Of those within myself By the unsightliness Of my willingness, Or lack thereof, To reverse the hell I put myself through But each time I [...]
'don't make me fall in love with you' | silaspoetry | Poetry Please don't do that to me. Please don't talk to meall day and all night, up until three a.m. then leaveme with nothing but soft whispers of you. Pleasedon't touch every place of my mind, thendisappear without a trace of you. Please don't [...]
'Untitled' | miserable_gloomy_one | Poetry Mountains of agony, I bear in Your love now, come what mayThe luxuries of life, I forsake now, come what mayIn the fervor of love, the threads of being searedOh doctor, don’t touch a patient like me,Leave it for God; for God's sake come what mayLeave the tree of reason, [...]
'From Dusk till Dawn' | poetsregiment | Poetry His Eyes dipped in wine of emotionsConvincing me to dwell in his tempting smileTo the music played from the gramophonebeneath the windowWe grooved the floor with a salsaHand in HandFelt like I'm a part of DisneylandTo the every beatI felt the growing heatBeing stripped, we tripped onto [...]
'Untitled' | penciltopaperseries | Poetry He has to catch his breath when he sees me.I watch his eyes dance and his cheeks turnbubblegum pink.He speaks quiet and slow, in hopes to make the momentlast longer,and when I walk awayhis heart longsfor our next encounter.How lovely it would beif I felt the same.
'7/24/2018' | islandofcomplexity | Poetry To you I am just a bag of bones Wrapped up in porcelain skin I may be the portrait of your highest coveted trophyTo you I am just flesh to be possessedBut to me you were my greatest giftAnd when I held you, you were more than just a beating heartMore than [...]
Finding Love on Vacation | alexandralinnn | Short Story So there I was, my last day of vacation, sitting in the same lounger I’ve been in for thirteen days... It had been an amazing vacation, the best really, although I still hadn’t met anyone to talk to and remember from my vacation. Every year I [...]