…grey thoughts surround me as I calm my shaking hand.
And hoping when my deed is done perhaps you’ll understand?
There are no second chances now, you waived them all away,
confident in knowing you’ll succeed another day.
So tired of all your cheating. Your lies; your cruel deceit.
I’ve found my strength to end this now: It’s going to be my treat.
I thought I’d try to stab you, but I hate the sight of blood
And burning down your house would only scare the neighbourhood.
But Arsenic is a great idea , concealed in Shepherd’s Pie!
Revenge is such …
By Lisa Talbott
…sorrow and pain,
Her mind drifts away,
For she can't see the beauty of her nature,
With voices in her head unable to process,
Those never ending fights with unseen sights,
She stands alone with darkness at her side,
Below the surface trembling like a dog,
Her fear is unspoken words,
Never leaving her side but oh how she wishes,
With regrets and regards she lifts her hear head up,
With pain and confusion she pulls back her shoulder,
With strength and courage she walks,
Always listening to the voices inside her head,
Never would she stop singing the songs inside…
By Marina VosRead More
Written from a hole I was not sure I would ever get out of.
…is the spark I think I see
In others, but don’t see in me
The taste of smiles, life’s joyous zest
Why can’t I feel like all the rest?
I play my part, no understudy,
Unending search for friend or buddy
Vicarious scenes from other’s lives
A few brief sparks, my soul derives.
At times I weep, no point or thought
Perhaps from deeds I’ve done or wrought
And yet with life, I can’t connect
Emotions viewed quite circumspect.
As others’ feelings generate
I search within, a rising hate
The inability to show concern
Deep feelings aren’t a thing to…
By James Geehring
…must take the first step,
dead calm surrounding me.
My heart is beating fast inside,
my terror running free.
To step into the unknown,
with no safety net to catch.
A stagnant life of caution,
or live with some regrets?
The choice lies here before me.
Which path fate chose I met.
One thing is though, quite certain.
We must each decide ourselves,
for your path isn’t for me,
and mine for no one…
By Tracey Koehler
Is that me
It's sure not who
I meant to be
The old French doors
Up the stair
Then two more floors
Can you see me…
By Sharon CunninghamRead More
…the dark, I find myself
I close my eyes in the nothingness
In the desolation that is my soul.
Destitution so embracing
So affectionate, so benevolent
There is no other place I want to…
By Broken Brainworks
…sunburst, rainbows on fire, skylights of silver stars, black cherry ice spikes, mango splash slides and champagne on angel wings.
We are craving the dynamite. We are tasting your explosions.
All the promises and the failed deliveries. The dangled broken pieces of romance and the loose fitting rumors but we keep wanting the truth we keep hoping for your reality. We watch we want and we believe as you dance and circle and flaunt. Run. No. Stay. We have to have you. Go. Wait. Show us more.
It's hypnotic erotic. It's disgusting and beautiful.
Hold still. Fly away.
By Shauna WoodburyRead More
…never overtaken with goodness,
It’s only so with sadness
Consuming thoughts and emotional mulch,
A dismal sort of madness.
My movements slow and purposeful,
No joy to hurry pace
And even lifting eyes from ground
The effort shows in face.
This pool of sadness, deep in mind
Why do I tarry there?
I know the path that leads away
From tears besodden lair.
Why must I fight within myself
To keep from feeling low
Trying to shield my happy thoughts
From sorrow’s heavy blow.
I find a brighter path to walk
Away from woeful pit
Yet tricky maps within my…
By James Geehring
Fluidity of form
A perfect storm
By Sharon Cunningham
This is one of the very first poems I ever wrote. Some say it too dark, I say it is what it is.
By Gerry HannaRead More
From the soul of a Simple Sue.
…so sick of being sorry,
sick of always being wrong,
sick of never being good enough.
Just sick and tired of it all!
I'm sick of words misunderstood,
sick of words that go unheard,
sick of explaining what you won't understand.
Sick and tired of this silent stand.
I'm so sick of tears burning my eyes,
sick of feeling this ache inside,
sick of hoping that someday I'll be fine.
Sick and tired of wasted time.
I'm sick of trying,
sick of defeat,
I'm sick of the pain.
Sick and tired with nothing to…
By Simple Sue
…I seek refuge in the calm of your shadow, the delicate darkness where the air smells like home,
the dark waters I dive into in the absence of your light brings me to creatures of the night, and some at times tempt me into going to the void beyond darkness itself,
maybe its the dark umbra playing tricks on my mind, or maybe it's me finally seeing the truth beyond the light,
but this familiarity I feel inside the shadows, I simply cannot deny,
now I know I am trapped within the dark,
and there are shards of glass scattered…
By Shakar Roka
My experiences living with a man suffering from drug induced psychosis
I love you
I promise I’ll change
No one will ever love you
Everyone thinks you’re a whore
I didn’t mean it
I can’t live without you
I’ll blow my brains out
You’re my soulmate
Why are you doing this to me?
How could you be so heartless
I need you
By Tracey Koehler
…uninvited comes, cry mercy
It’s too personal to share, unworthy
A curtain drops, then comes darkness
Any light that gets through brings harshness
An act to play must hide away
Let no one know you feel this way
The push the pull only makes it worse
Those who care most try hardest to coerce
Makes you want to scream, cry mercy
From the depths you just don’t care
Alone is comfort an answer to prayer
Until it isn’t, your skin to crawl
Repetition is all you know
It’s like a drug, addiction to grow
Up then down, rare the days…
By John Reise
From: United StatesRead More
A micro poem about resilience and empowerment.
Tears smudge my view
laid fallow by your words.
But with every essential drop
nourishing the dirt,
new growth will come.
Yes, I may be weathered,
but I am hardy,
And you are no match…
By Kit CaseyRead More
Love has many meanings, and everyone describes it differently, but in this poem, Lewis Wamwanda describes what love is, according to him.
…fact that we don't talk daily
And even rarely meet
Or laugh all night long
Does not mean I don't love
The fact that we don't go out
And prefer to cook at home
Wash utensils, and do the cleaning
Means Love to me
The fact that we have busy schedules
From dawn to dawn, dusk to dusk
And pause a second to say hi
Or a moment to say goodnight
Means love to me
The fact that you cry when I cry
And travel miles to be a comfort
And travel miles to give a hug
And tears to …
By Lewis Wamwanda
…barometer is dropping, skies are filled with scudding clouds
Which gather into towers, bottoms dark as funeral shrouds
Winds, that once were calm, now cause the flags to stand out straight
And whip the water into waves with faces dark as slate.
The smell of dampened pavement, on the breeze, precedes the rain
Then one by one cloud’s droplets fall on dry earth as a stain.
Sheets of water follow, sharp lines are less defined
Gutters overflowing, their grates with twigs entwined.
Playing, splashing children, soaked to skin, they are not shy
Their parents with umbrellas, shoulders hunched, to keep…
By James Geehring
…don't care anymore. You can leave. You can stay. You can talk I won't listen. You can cry I can cry but the tears that fall aren't for the same reason.
Black white pink blue it's all just talk it's all just empty words filling up air space. Your breath
is foul anyway. Poisoned by your lies festered in bile. It doesn't matter. Preach, yell, rant, or offer creepy platitudes and cliches. I'm going on without you.
You are a stain in my memory. You are... There's no point in finishing this simply because I don't care. No need to…
By Shauna Woodbury
General Trujillo was the tyrant of Dominican Republic between 1930 and 1961, when he was assassinated.
To my brother Eddy, hero and survivor
I’m the shadow
I’m the lightning
That makes you blind.
I’m the demon
Laughing at your tears.
I swallow your pride for supper
Throw your bones by the side;
I’ll possess your daughter
No matter where you hide her.
I’ll smell the black soil of your farm
I’ll want it, I’ll have it
You’re lucky to be alive.
You know my evil,
The stench of my perfume,
Fear my spies,
Proclaim my power…
By Ricardo Bogaert-Alvarez