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11h · 65
The Spark
you were the spark
a candle lit
from both ends
beautiful yet
so fragile
there was a part
of me that wanted to
reach out to you,
body ablaze
but I took my hand
back and let you
burn alive.
Some people just want you to turn to ash with them.
I just couldn't do it.
1d · 109
Thief
I thought your eyes were warm like
the sun, but it was a pleasant lie;
you took all the heat and kindness of those
around you, pretended it was yours
until there was nothing left but bitter cold
and a line of broken hearts.
I saw the notifs on "Her", read it again, and decided to make a sequel with my current feelings. I uh...I have some feelings.
2d · 1.5k
Her
Her
black orbs of onyx
but warm like the sun
a sunrise peaks over
the horizon, meet you
halfway. Baby blues to
bright yellow roses
morning dew in the air

I feel electric.
Wrote in 2023, about a love that went awry in the end.
somewhere between the lines
i messed up, don't know how
to go back, just laughing
hours ago faded to silence.
A dark cloud hangs over,
and I can't change the weather.
Sometimes friendships just...end. I wrote this in 2024, but since have just come to terms with it, that friendships can end with no one truly being at fault. Its so sad.
5d · 633
Better
I will be better
better than you
could ever imagine
I will take what
you love and twist it
until its mine, mine
alone, and then maybe
you'll realize that
"I was never yours."
Found this banger just sitting in an old folder; written in 2023.
Sep 17 · 468
Never Known
i wish I could be more
than a closed shut case
with you, I wish I could
be open like a butterfly
taking flight, but I feel
chained beneath the sea;
Never to be known.
It's hard to open up. It feels so easy with poetry, it feels so easy to write...but speaking? Speaking is so different.
Sep 15 · 152
Will O Wisp
a wisp in the night
you are a flame I followed
till the ends, till you went out
and left me in the pitch black
all alone.
Sometimes people leave at the worst of times. Started writing this a year ago, just finished it today.
Sep 15 · 131
Dance
You're the pink in my cheeks
the red in my veins, the
softer side of me. I'm still
that messed up kid from way
back when, but you've never
been one to bring umbrellas
on rainy days, you simply
dance.
I miss the person I wrote this about. Written in 2024.
Sep 14 · 1.9k
Feel
a beautiful weaving knot of
emotion, desire, despair and
freedom.

To live is to feel.
Sep 12 · 1.4k
Gaze
what is it like to fall?
looking into pools of
blue, the warmth of
your hands, the pink
of your lips. I find
my eyes, hurriedly
running away from
yours; my heartbeat
quickens.

years later I feel
much the same, but
it will not stop me
from meeting your gaze.
I love my partner :>
Sep 11 · 204
PACE
the rush of another to do,
your whisper in my ear to
slow down, please,
slow down.
everything's going at a hundred
miles per hour, never reach
expectation, time stops for no one.

Maybe if I try my very best,
I can change my pace; to
walk by your side, instead.
Sometimes it's easy to run forward but I'd rather take a leisurely stroll, even if it's not in my nature.
Sep 8 · 171
Help
waiting for a hand to
reach out that was never
there, no one to help me
I was alone, made stronger
but I didn't need to be strong,

I needed to be safe.
It's to the point that I don't really like when people use "strong" to describe me, I know it's meant to be flattery, but I'm tired of feeling like my trauma defines me entirely.
Sep 7 · 77
Scraps
beautiful agonies
the feeling of being
torn apart; remake
yourself. I'm made
of pieces but still
whole. Something
different with the
silhouette of who
you remember; is
that enough for you?
I worry it'll never be.
Sep 4 · 1.1k
Ups and Downs
let me down, lift me
up; it makes no
difference. What I
want is to feel
anything at all.
I'm addicted to
the roller coaster
of pleasure and
pain, plateau not
for me, reach for
the heavens.
For the longest time, addicted to chaos.
Now I relish the peace.
Written in 2023
Sep 3 · 307
Obsession
I want to be your number
one, first in yours and my
mind; I know this but not
pure feelings, splintered,
roots overgrown, twisted
and menacing, am I your
perfect little idol, or am I
just a delusion?
Written in 2023, about feelings I still hold.
Sep 3 · 278
Somebody
the need to do more
an insatiable appetite
for a life bigger than
your own, stars in my
eyes. I just want to be
somebody.
It's not even about fame, per se, more about being seen, I guess.
Don't we all want to be somebody, even if only to our loved ones?
Sep 3 · 759
Broken Mirror
thirty years yet still
figuring out myself, I
relish in my strengths and
yet, I cannot face my
failings. when I look inside
the mirror, who do I see?

i'm a self destructive girl

prepared for you to leave,
my deepest insecurity, but
anymore than I can stop time
from pressing on, I cannot
stop the bomb from
ticking.
Sometimes I feel like a broken mirror, with how I distort myself. This is a fresh one, wrote it five minutes ago. Inspired by this song: https://youtu.be/ecRRxehRIDo?si=77_pa4iN42HlHIvx
Aug 30 · 129
Hole
running in circles
the rat race got
me down, digging
my feet in, jump
I'll get out of this
trench if it's the
last thing I do.
Written in 2023, and I can happily say, I finally managed to get out of that trench. I'm on the surface, where I always belonged.
Aug 30 · 969
Death of Me
feeling alone in a crowded
room and then I found you
two people hand and hand
fighting the powers that be
A lone flame become stronger,
you are my one and only, the
light at the end of my tunnel,
and I hope you'll be the
death of me.
Aug 25 · 199
Chains
thoughts swirling like
lapping water on the
shore, memories
flashing like lightning
there's so much
I want to tell you.
Sometimes it feels like my throat is filled with sand when I go to tell people about myself. It's scary, to be vulnerable.
Aug 20 · 912
Pickup the Pen
with light there is darkness,
but in those rainy days, the
moments that are pitch black
no escape from the mind, alone.

I find my voice in the static,
pickup the pen, and I write.
I think this is something many of us can relate to. We all have our writing, even in the darkest days. Wrote in 2023.
Aug 20 · 289
Who?
daisy colored days
into dark blue nights
I confessed to a
person I thought
I knew, elation to
shattered dreams
took off the mask
and she didn't like
what she saw.
I wrote this in 2023, when a girl I loved left my life forever to pursue her own path, alone. I hope she's doing well these days, but the scar still stings.
elation station
to moody blues
I take it in, breathe
and I reminisce

She pulls at me
but I won't give in;
i'm no longer the stardust
in the night, but a calm
breeze that you barely
notice, and I like it that way.

She wants me to be
the storm, but there's a
child who just wants to
be happy whose whispers
I make out in the static.

I can't pretend I miss you..
...
but I do miss the thought of you.
The "she" in this poem is mania.
I wrote this in 2023, about fighting against my manic states, and finally becoming medicated. I still am, to this day, and I like it a lot better this way.
Aug 18 · 148
The Person I Could Be
whirlwind sprinting to
the flittering keys, I need
to be more, to say more
I need to be the person
they think I can be, a
woman with confidence
an artist, a lover, the
person I always was
under the soot, diamond
in the rough, and
I'm ready to shine.
We all wish to be bigger than ourselves; it's part of being human.
Aug 17 · 31
Eccentric or Manic?
tap tap tapping on
my mind, lighting
strike to the brain
jitters, teeth grinding
I grab the world by the
throat, stopped by the
static, feel like I'm dying

but so alive

Is it the spark or just
another episode?
Bipolar is a whole beast, one who I could never truly explain.
Aug 14 · 542
Fire
I swirl the stress, turn
pirouette in my veins.
It is fuel for my fire.
I breathe in, out.
shallow,
yet crisp
the smell of burning
leaves on a brisk
autumn day.


I am the flame,
won't you put
me out?
Aug 14 · 300
Metamorphosis
rebuilding myself with
feathers and paper scraps
the glue, flimsy, but it
needn't be stronger, for
it is my shell; Crack, bleed
and I will emerge reborn
a butterfly once more
this isn't my tomb, no
It is my metamorphosis.
Aug 13 · 508
Savior
the alcohol lined up with
stacked pill bottles, sobbing
a dark cloud lays upon me
your knock on the door, snap
back to the moment, wipe away
and answer with a smile, you
were silly and carefree, for a
moment my heavy heart lifted
and your laughter saved my life.
I don't always put descriptions but this one needs it. The closest I ever got to ending it all my brother interrupted my plans, said some real stupid and light nonsense to me, left, and to this day he has no idea he straight up saved my life. It's beautiful, the way fate weaves itself through the fabric of life.
Aug 13 · 339
Anti-Normalcy
tick tock tick tock
time runs forward
miasma in my brain
a spark that keeps
lighting, lightning
in my limbs
been alight so long
don't know what it's like
not to burn
Aug 11 · 416
Racing Myself
fingernails to rock
crawling up this mountain,
sweat fills the air, my cheeks
flushed, embarrassed of how
much effort it takes me to
deal with this burden but it's
okay, as long as I make it
one more day. I will have won
the race against myself.
I know there's no such thing as forever.

Intimately I have it carved into my heart
flecks of scars line my soul, deep in my
veins. Yet I treasure every single moment,
every laugh, every smile I give you.

I could never give you enough, tiny paper
scraps I offer, and you take them so
delicately. You help me breathe when I
forget who I am. You bring me back to
Earth when I go to float away.

I know we're not eternal.
But it doesn't matter.

All I can promise you is this moment,
and it's all you can promise me back.
That's enough.

It was always enough.
Aug 8 · 384
North Star
a story often starts
with dark stormy nights,
but you were my north star
peaking out so bright
my one and only, love and
a true light in the darkness
taking with you I'm just
laid bare with a starkness
I went to grab you from the
hole; to stop another's fall
no time to wonder if I'll
sacrifice it all.
Aug 8 · 386
Tired
every morning I wake up
a miracle and tragedy
wrapped up in one
I should be grateful but
all I feel is exhausted
let me sleep.
Some days it's just like that.
Aug 7 · 253
Confide
electric fireflies
dance in my vision
a spark makes my
limbs go rigid, stiff
emotions let free
a waterfall, won't
you hear me out?
Just one more time?
Aug 7 · 143
Ashes
never-ending fire and I'm
out of water, can't stop
the blaze, all I can do is
watch it all burn down
Aug 6 · 250
Sunlight
hole of my own making
buried alive with things
I need to do, a person
I need to be. Digging
upward, dirt filling my
lungs, all I want is to
see sunlight again
Aug 6 · 67
Anyone
the shadow around the corner

the monster in the mirror

it's what keeps me up at night

the thought of who I could be
We all can be angels. We all can be devils.
Aug 5 · 62
Solitude
these ghosts I hold
they shriek, they moan
a reminder of a past
I cannot atone
I wish to one day find
peace in this violence
see the message in the static,
I'll find myself in the silence
Aug 5 · 259
Choice
every single day I choose life
not actively, but a small whisper
behind the static that murmurs
"You can do it for another day"
We always have a choice.
Aug 4 · 36
Who Are You?
mysterious stranger clad in
white, a beautiful visage, a
tiny laugh is all she leaves
behind, and little whispers
in the static.


"Who are you?" I plead
...
"Who am I indeed?"
Aug 4 · 230
Stained
made of dead stars
broken dreams, and
a heart dripping with
ink black as night

you called me beautiful
and I am still reeling
because despite my
flaw stained soul
you think I'm everything

even when I feel like
nobody at all
Aug 3 · 209
Too Much
I'm tired of worrying if
I'll eat my words one day,
say too much; love too

much

I would rather regret
what I said over what
I can no longer say
Aug 3 · 856
To Flame
I'm an addict for love
feel the heat of a moth
growing closer to flame
my wings already kissed
by growing fire. I live for
the warmth, even as I
burn alive
Aug 3 · 470
Can't Handle the Truth
empty shell filled with
butterflies, beautiful
liar; the mysterious
whisper just where
you almost couldn't
hear

hot air fills my lungs,
scream softly
"I'm just tired."
we weren't star crossed and
certainly not just unlucky, no
your choices are your own
sins on your back yours to shake
I can't save a drowned corpse,
but you'll always stay a photograph
untouched in my mind, but tragedy;
you will never see how the story ends.
Aug 2 · 67
To Move On and Heal
can't stop moving forward
a shark in the water, blood
pumping. How can you say
the fight is over while the
wound still bleeds?
Jul 31 · 44
The Masks We Wear
when you fall head over
heels, how does it go?
are we honest, or two
masks just pretending?
craving words like hot
air in my lungs, I would
scream and cry if only
it'd mean anything at all.
Jul 31 · 489
Iris
demanding with your eyes
out for blood, violent red
but I know, deep down?
all you want is someone
to meet your gaze, and keep it.
Jul 31 · 51
Could You?
overflowing with emotion;
every gaze, when our eyes
meet. I can make all the
promises like white lilies
on the shore, but you make
your way through the static
and always see me, only me,
a flawed girl made of ink.
If I promise to raise my sword
to your demons, could you
love mine?
Jul 24 · 694
Burnt
it takes a village but
what happens when
yours goes up in flames?

And what if I'm the
one holding the match?

I didn't mean to burn this bridge.
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