In the dance of hearts, we find our rhythm, Two souls, entwined, in love's prism. With each step, a story unfolds,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
In shadows lurks a feeling deep, Where envy wakes from silent sleep. Its eyes, a shade of verdant hue, Cast glances tainted, dark and true.
Fuck positive affirmations They don't stop the heart palpitations When my anxiety goes through the roof I have no proof That any of them are true
By Rene Peters2 years ago in Poets
The existential threat of living every day creates plaguing conditional thoughts of why; when parts of you, you once loved have passed away. To grieve the loss of parts of yourself holds no promises of perfect healing. People may tell you to wait out the dark because light is inevitable like the rising of the sun but what they fail to say or remind you is that grieving the loss parts of you is gone and that you should try to love the broken pieces of what’s left.
By Cadma2 years ago in Poets
I'm free And yet A dance Becomes A frightened footstep And now I'm captive
By M Dannenfelser2 years ago in Poets
It's all in your head... what they've said all along... unmotivated thoughts are to blame for fabricating words, knowing
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Poets
Kintsugi Am I Broken? Show me. Where are the pieces? * The clay(?) Sculpted Who I Am **** Author’s Note: Now read this poem in reverse!
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Poets
The golden sunrise waves to me, Through the rippling water above, Like a distorted visage of reality, Contentment across my wetted mouth,
By H.H. Callaghan2 years ago in Poets
*author’s note: this poem touches on themes of body dysmorphia and emotional abuse* The Purge reflects back, swirls clockwise
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Poets
I have to tell this story. So that one day you may see that it is possible to heal. What better display of love, than to love oneself.
By Ashley Shiflett2 years ago in Poets
breakthrough. life and death in all of their glory simultaneously telling my story i can see it all coming from the shadows
By Ashleigh Woodward2 years ago in Poets
Everything is just great Don't try to convince me that Every waking moment is a struggle and Things won't ever get better
By Kiersten Weldon2 years ago in Poets
