Love stayed home Waiting for you His doors left open Flung wide for you Given a loving space Inside his heart His mind, his soul Welcome anytime baby You can come and go Wipe your feet please Try not to make a mess But if you do, well… That’s ok too He’ll clean it up…
Lost between worlds Drifting through time I sit and watch as Another pretty face Catches your eyes Another sweet voice Engages your time Another set of curves Capture your mind Infinite crossed lines I can’t define, won’t No amount of love Can cover the pain Of not measuring up Of falling too short No amount…
My #BeReal guest today is C. Streetlights. This lady comes to the series via Rachel Thompson. I am so grateful to find myself among such a wonderful community of writers. Today C. Streetlights has submitted this beautiful poem for the series. She is also being very real in that she has never showed her tattoo…
Leaping from cliffs That have no face Undulating ground Swallowing faith We sit and listen As the crows cry Through echoing throats The little demons In feathery cloaks Crawl undetected Into our mouths To make their nest Coated in profanity Coaxing out screams They spill us out Into turbulent seas Just as the sky itself…
I used to make hearts out of stars and turn crayons into prayers You’d whisk me away, troubles forgot taking a part of my soul with you I’d hide the pain you caused turning them into magical love songs I’d lie to the world, hiding every sin Our orchestra of bleeding violins Sometimes the memories spark and the…
My #BeReal guest today is Briton Underwood Writing poetry heals. It allows a person to dig deep. To really think about what to say. I am always stoked to see someone express themselves with poetry and Briton does it brilliantly. Thank you Briton for sending in the first #BeReal poetry submissions. HEAVY DIRTY SOUL…
I was flying Supported by strings Like a kite Made of newspaper With happy headlines And the next moment I was falling, descending Towards a cardboard stage My life, a flat character Chaotic and muddled Skewed by the reality Of a developed depression It crept quietly into my head In the darkest part of night…
Something’s wrong Words itch and claw Surfacing vague Into consciousness Biting at the edges Of my thoughts Something’s wrong Taps on my shoulder But I am not listening Until it begins to feed Devouring my dreams Something’s wrong It begins to scream And it frightens me Understanding Surpasses me Something’s wrong Reverberates inside me Knocks…
I hear the characters Inside the typing The letters that spell Words of sniping I count the seconds It takes the trigger To lock and load With angry vigor Harmful sentiment Intended for harm Packaged pretty Faked as charm Candy coated Adrenaline high Tears surge As emotions fly And I am left Without meaning Making…
Most days I’m a mess, don’t look at me But that isn’t something I’m willing to confess You’re looking through me, I turn away Not ready to be all the things you hope for me You seem to think I am made of steel But I assure you it’s a complex illusion Scraps of paper…
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