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Kayla universe Apr 2020
My pain is trending on Twitter.

It went viral and I guess they loved the bitterness of my words.

If only they knew where it came from...  

My pain is trending on Twitter.

I cried and cried so many nights and they all replied with a like.

My pain is trending on Twitter.
I don’t get much sleep because lately, I’ve been really sad so I write to feel a little better and I hope these poems help you deal with whatever you’re going through. ❤️❤️
nif Apr 2020
can't get out of the house
can't get out of my head
nothing to be said
no need to leave my bed
what a day
flipping hay
what to do
what to say
could pick up food
but to save money
we stay
inside my mind
a constant rhyme
a song plays on
repeat on
this line
straight on
again find myself
a slap of butter stick
melt me on repeat
into these sheets
turn up the heat
feeling weak i finally speak
up on what's
going on
inside is the world
I carry on  
with this poem
mental health check during quarantine
RK Apr 2020
Sitting on my bed,
harking back my memories
Can’t go play outside,
just want to mend the crisis
Can’t play but pray for healing
Covering my battered soul with a grin,
And I carry my longing to meet you soon in my spirits,
Maybe you'd heal my scars with your touch,
No, the timing have to match,
Yes, I have to wait,
If it means confronting the bruises on my body of someone's hate,
You will come won't you?
It's the least thing I expect life to do,
Granting the exemption,
To reach the day of explanation,
Yet here I wait for my closure,
What's that you ask?
My death, My life's dusk.
That it will come never again is what makes life so sweet.
-Emily Dickinson
nif Apr 2020
you are a man
with a plan
from where I stand
one hand
tied
to my backside

why
oh why
must i comply
one track
mind
flick onto
a folded blind

why
oh why
must you spit
into my eye

lie
on the floor
naked soul
survived.
abuse is forever embedded on your soul
remember you are a survivor
and now you're made of gold
Andrew Watson Apr 2020
pixel woman
draped in scarlet
strum for the heavens
hang my troubles
from every silver note

hypnotise,
my sins lay bare
each stroke
painted fingers
through peroxide hair

false alarms
ring rusted red
she sings my skin
pearlescent

when doubts conceal
the chosen path
her sapphire
ripples settle

melt my adolescence
I am new-born
swaddled
in bitter
sweet ballad

her song,
my future
peeled and played
by warm-chord haze
of long-gone days
a discussion of my love for watching Joni Mitchell's live performances, particularly her 1983 rendition of 'Amelia', which allowed me to come to terms with a monumental life decision.
leeaaun Apr 2020
I know,
how to bleed on paper
so nicely that
bleeding lead towards healing.
Lottie R Page Apr 2020
I wrap selotape on my heart so I can spend more time focusing on your scars.
Something you've never noticed,
I cant blame you,
You're just like everyone else,
I guess it's just the world we live in,
Everyone out for themself,
Dont pay no mind to the signs,
Blood seeping through my shirt,
You focus on all but my hurt,
It's my curse,
Never see the worst,
Let you trample upon me,
Until I dont feel worthy.
Not of you,
But of me,
No longer able to look in the mirror,
You see,
I was so busy fixing you.
I forgot my time was overdue.
Dont worry,
I'll add you to the other few.
The list,
To those that will never be missed.
Kayla universe Apr 2020
The sun went down for years and never rose again.

Each day I was swallowed whole by black holes and consumed by empty space taking too much room in my heart.

Have you ever felt this way? Like the world is falling apart?

Instead lives colliding, it’s earthquakes.

Yesterday, my soul was screaming for me wake up. “Wake up!” She said “wake up!”

Today I awoke to the sun rise. I felt heat on my face and for once, it wasn’t icy cold. Today I heard my soul speak.


She said thank you.

“Thank you!”
This poem was the result of some late nights thoughts. I have been on a healing journey for a couple of months now. I hope this poem helps you heal too.
Lottie R Page Apr 2020
I cut deep,
Hoping the pain will fade,
Hoping the new scars will take the focus off of the ones that lie upon my heart,
Only to leave myself branded with you all over my skin,
A map.
A map showing the journey of love, hope and despair,
It's done now,
And so very real,
I wonder if I'll eventually heal,
Only time will tell,
But I'll always remember the way you made me feel.
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