Poetry form: free verse I love art yet I am not a painter and never will be. I am a poet. A poet that can't tell the truth in words. A poet who's words don't make sense. A poet who can't tell people that I love them. That is just how poets are. Hurt, pain filled people who are traumat...

look into the crow's read eyes. wake your gaze, like a woman dearly parted, through these two bowls of inky black. (what thoughts skate across its mind? a taut flash of danger, and then serene.) its muscles ripple spryly to let the light suppose its feathers iridescent, oil spill, b...

ㅤ ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄ㅤㅤ ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄ㅤ we march to life's tireless parade with our brethren, fellow sinners who dance unintended charades 'round family, friends or lovers to feel as though bound and tethered; just as hope sparkles in a gleam, happiness, the purest aether — b...

You called me pretty— but said it like "pitiful." Bright like a warning, loud like I’m criminal. Petals like paint you can’t wash off clean, a girl made of spice, not sugar or cream. Nasturtium. Even the name sounds fake. Like something you mumble when flowers ache. Not rose, not daisy— I wasn’t pi...

Marauder, robber, imposter, faker. If you come to wonder how much longer, At the end of that my name will be kept. I apologize before you have wept. All that was needed was the word “baggage” Made loud and clear with no room for leverage. So that maybe you would have been de...

Long ago, I thought of writing this. As I memorized your face— your virtues, your failures. How you taught my ancestors to devour the firmament. They drank the blood of stars, took in its warmth. Turned breath into sugar, wind into sweetness. I bla...

It would be better if you disappeared. In a forest, not being able to find a way out again. In the Arctic, to be eaten by polar bears. Whatever way, I want you gone. I should have wished that from the beginning. The first time you kissed me. The first time you hugged me. The first time you said...

'Are you a pie? Because I’d like a piece of you' comes out of her mouth. Tongue like a viper, loose words, falling off. She has claws for nails. Black, pointed nails, reminiscent of sharp serrated shark teeth. They could cut you if you got too close. Crescents dug into soft skin and leaving a m...

hello my lovely poets! first of all, happy pride month! :heart: may this be a month of love and acceptance for you, a time to love yourself and who you are - whether you are out or not, you are loved, you are beautiful, and i am so grateful for the chance to ...

goodbyes flicker like candles on a solitary birthday cake. your lipstick stains on my shoulders feel like a jacket pulled over to hide the scars. just like those marks I always had, there was a permanent — dream. an iridescent glow of a home I'd come back...

Poem form: Limerick Is your love true? Or do you feel blue? Is it something you really want? You should flaunt Because you are such a beautiful view You should tell me your feelings Because I always view my ceilings I think about you when it's nighttime When I get to see you ...

Your hand in mine, cuddled together, softly at your side The hands on the clock tick, that’s time ing by My whole life I’ve longed for that kind of sappiness But my body shakes and rejects that feeble happiness Like a hole that’s dug out into the sky It’s a void that lingers in my mind It imp...

Often I do wonder with bore, sat on a rock by this white shore, Adorned by stars, its silver hue, illusion of an oddly few— How mine heart calls this place a home, a home where mine darkness does roam, A shore of snow, this home where mine own shadows grow, Where all li...

A palace of marble, large and cold, Forever gleams with frozen gold, A gift from a god that could not deny The greed that gleamed in those darkened eyes, Or the begging and kneeling that followed suit As the king knelt down to lick his boots. I wonder if you realized The price of being diss...

I’m not even bipolar— but damn, it feels close. One verse is mourning, the next one jokes. I write eulogies in glitter pens, love notes and nervous jokes that beg to be laughed at or else. One hour I’m a stormcloud, soggy with ache— the next, I’m helium, too loud to break. Who needs a diagnosis whe...

At a day I wanted to be alone. My friend insisted on sleepover. I was burdened enough to smile, heavy enough to chuckle. The night came rushing as she talked about her fantasy that barely made sense to me, as I surfed elsewhere in my mind. It was too late, and she could see me drowse. She moved to...

Close my eyes, I’m crying at the sound Cold slick floors, I’m always falling down Trying so hard to not feel any shame To ignore the dirt upon my name The date, the name, scratched out in black So I don’t have to face a memory left intact And they all stare at me with hatred Blaming me for feeling...

I’m not a narcissist.. I’m not it’s just.. It’s just.. Just how I am vain, I think myself above others, as more capable, naturally more desirable. Just how I am deceptive, I play out social experiments, to gain insight, to find patterns, I find the best ways to each persons favor, I am loved by eve...