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What Sets Your Heart on Fire?
A heart can be set ablaze by many things: love, hatred, and sorrow only being a few to name. Though my own isn't quite fond of the second listed, there are times where I find that love, sorrow and hate can almost be the same. Countless nights I've spent pouring out kerosene in the form of words, attempting to lessen the pain, because paper seems to be the only thing that'll listen; then again, how could it protest? When a soul is aflame, is anyone safe from the havoc it could wreak?
By Olivia Hall8 years ago in Poets
A Diary in Haikus I
04.25.17 peach iced tea drive back gradient lock screen sky scape 'yeah' is all you get 04.26.17 walk with no sweater
By Oli8 years ago in Poets
Life Through Poems
I don’t know why Even the kindest words Compliments Endearment Meaningful Genuine words Sound so empty. But words of anger
By Paranneting/Anne Reboa8 years ago in Poets
Assorted Poems
Am I Nothing Because I have Nothing Or am I Everything With Nothing Needed -----(Break)----- Being Speaks Gently
By Matthew Hernandez8 years ago in Poets
He Cannot Fight the Darkness
In the tenebre around me A weary frame lies still Cold vespers die upon his lips Once unpropelled by will; His resting face is strained
By Zoe Kay8 years ago in Poets
Love Doesn't Hurt.
Love doesn’t hurt. That’s not the worst thing. The worst thing he could do is tell me he loves me and not mean it. To make me believe that I’m enough for him to care when in reality my name could be mentioned and he would feel nothing. That’s the thing with love, some thrive while others crave. And when you begin to feel that the love you thought existed is and was only ever one sided, that’s when you crash. The thought that he got to you so much you found yourself telling him everything that you’d tried so hard to keep from anyone else finding out. The thought that when you look at him you can’t help but smile. The thought that he now knows you in so much detail and each and every one of your insecurities and the terrifying thought that he has the capability to use this against you. The thought that you let yourself give your all to him expecting more in return than what you were actually given. The fact that you were finally brave enough to love and was not loved back. That hurts.
By awhit .8 years ago in Poets
Masterpiece
Paint covers my every crevice and inch of my hands Small smudges on my forehead Checks eyes But I cease to notice
By Lee Valdivia8 years ago in Poets
High Thoughts
Now that I am taking a hiatus from smoking, I have decided to dive into the odd depths of my notes on my phone that I have been consistently adding to. When I’m high and have a particularly interesting thought, I jot it down in my notes, to be reassessed with a sober mind. I am a writer as well as a poet, but I fear my high self does not do a good job at portraying that. Still, I present to you, straight from my notes, typos and all, my odd and abstract high thoughts.
By Scarlett Elizabeth8 years ago in Poets
Unfold Me
You said one night, you wanted to be free You said that night, that’s why you turned to me That night’s cool breeze, I took you hither and yon
By Ian Harris8 years ago in Poets
Winding Thoughts
You never know someone’s true intentions with you. Closeness with someone I love may still never be reassuring enough to calm the thoughts screaming that I am simply not meant to have good things in this life.
By lillie m8 years ago in Poets
Tasting Despair
I have been diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder, General Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, ADHD, Binge-Eating Disorder, and back and forth, Bulimia and Anorexia. I'm also an alcoholic.
By C. K. Adams8 years ago in Poets
Bus Stop
I am waiting at the bus stop sitting in the circle of light beneath the lamppost writing on my phone I'm deeply locked in a thought
By Fiachra O'8 years ago in Poets