Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Sep 2021
Diana
I guess that’s what makes relationships
So precious
The fact that you can ruin them
Completely obliterate what’s been created
Regardless of how much time has been invested
At any point
One conversation
One physical altercation
Can destroy it
It’s a dynamic system
That requires constant maintenance
 Sep 2021
Eshwara Prasad
My mind is unsure whether it is the true mother of its thoughts or merely their surrogate?
 Sep 2021
Ashly Kocher
Today I am better than yesterday.
Today I am strong.
Today I am loved.
Today I am living.
Today I reach for a better tomorrow.
 Sep 2021
Ashly Kocher
A part of your life is always hidden behind the surface
That’s ok, the sun and moon aren’t always full and shining all the time
Sometimes your meant to be closed off….
 Aug 2021
Chelsea Rae
They let themselves feed off my light
So that they could remain sustainable in their void.

Choke on the darkness.
Get your own magic bruh
 Jul 2021
ryn
There is beauty
in these depths.

But you’d have
to drown
to see it.
 Jul 2021
Glenn Currier
It cracks me open -
this time with music and muse.
My pen punctures a hole
through a membrane
of routine and lazy habits
into my darkness
stale air escapes.
This writing lets in light and life
it is water on soil
a flowering.
Oh how I have missed writing during this period of back pain. It is regenerating me, awakening something in me. Isn't it wonderful?
 Jun 2021
Maddy
Just enjoy it all
No fuss no muss
No awards though they are nice
Concentrate on what makes your heart happy
Singing in the car
Laughing at a memory
Savoring the greatest dessert of
all
Love
Easy and the pleasure is that enjoying it strengthens you more than you will ever know
Easy
Facil mis amigos

C@rainowchaser2021
 Jun 2021
Brett
Sometimes I forget to breath
A nagging voice, gnawing at my sleeve
My demons,
          at the gates they seethe
Begging for me to set them free
Darkness beckons me,
           with its ecstasy
Clawing from the inside, but
Outside I crack and wither
Like these scars are all that’s left of me

Picture perfect portrait of paranoia
Sunken eyes
My inner voice has distorted
Causing me to toss and turn,
and become contorted
Foreign is my reflection
The Dark Man has trapped me
With his apathy
I let him in
Depression wins
A journey into the dark. The core of my abilities is in my courage to converse with the darkness. An eternal struggle
Next page