The faces of the faceless, They come and go‐ Everyday there's a new mask, And every minute, a new man Infinitely temporary‐
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
Dangling, at the end of my rope Grasping for help, grasping for hope I am lost and abandoned On the cusp of goodbye To all I have loved
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Hum a melody so sweet, so uninhibited that a smile emanates from the recesses of your heart once padlocked, but now free to laugh at the wonders of a world so joyful that you feel how
By Sneha Pradhan2 years ago in Poets
Bright lights and stormy nights Can they coincide? Chaos and still breezes I feel all of the things A sunny sunshine and a tornado twists
By Christina Vanhaerents2 years ago in Poets
Feelings of….feelings Not directly exuding a certain one They are convoluted Depressed? Certainly not. Just often melancholy
By Cassie G2 years ago in Poets
I’m not myself anymore. I’m not living my life. I feel as if I’m watching a movie where I’m allowed to pick the options on what’s to happen next. I feel like I’m living the life of a movie character and I’m just there watching their life from behind the camera. I’m numb. I’m out of place. I feel like I am always in a place where I am not wanted. Where I’m not seen nor heard. I’m just kept in everyone’s back pocket as if I am their plan Z if all else fails. Me and the letter Z have a lot in common. We’re normally at the end, rarely at the beginning. We are only talked about if absolutely necessary. Children learn their ABC’s at a young age. A b c d e f g… the list goes on. Then they get to the letter Z. It’s the last letter in the alphabet so it’s the most forgotten. I have always wondered how and why they put the letters in the alphabet the way they did. Now I know. They put them from most to least used. Most important to most ignored. I kind of envy the letter Z. At least it has some sort of use, unlike me. I am useless. I am as useless as an umbrella with holes in it. As useless as a toaster with no bread. As useless as a single shoe. At least they can be fixed. I sadly cannot. I’m stuck on a loop just like a broken record. Making the same small and stupid mistakes over and over and over again. I hate myself for it. Maybe it’s just 1:05 am. Or maybe I am just weird?
By Kay_Jay2 years ago in Poets
Even after it’s been tamed, the feral parts of me still thirsts for you.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
The vase is broken, And now, this space is open For all the world to see, What's really been kept in these walls- All the good, bad, the better and the worse
Won’t you string me along? Wrap me around your finger. Are we too far gone? Lately you seem a little meaner. Tell me what’s going on.
By Tørnvec™2 years ago in Poets
When we were young you were a bully You pushed, shoved, and taunted your way Back then I loved to hate you But perspectives do change
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
Do you ever feel So lost that you ask yourself Who you really are? *** Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this poem, please let me know by leaving a like or a comment. Subscribe if you're interested in my work, and check out other poems of mine too! Any support is appreciated! <3
By Anna 2 years ago in Poets
. "...on the dance floor." By Ross E F Lombardi . I need to dance sometimes. But the reasons why are never seen.
By Ross E Fortune Lombardi2 years ago in Poets
