You are asking the desert for a single drop of rain, pleading with the night to explain the sun. You are handing your compass to those lost in their o...Read more

Broken wings feathered in black, Are falling through the sky, Cold tears streak up my face, As the wind beats against me, A single black plume snaps ...Read more

The hunger lives beneath my skin, a whisper that turns into a scream. I chase it, knowing I won’t win, still hooked upon the broken dream. The needle...Read more

(A free poem) And there he stands, tears streaming down his face and eyes locked on the waves breaking on the bottom of the cliff. There is only o...Read more

To the one I wish to keep beside me, may you understand why tears so often find my cheeks. They are not born of constant sorrow, but of the way my sou...Read more

I've still kept those letters, Folded deep where shadows play. I read them like a prayer, hoping the words might change. I don't really miss you- Ma...Read more

*Part of me follows me, suffering silently Stalking by starlight, raising my anxiety Mechanical motion to my specifics he mimics An imposter imposin...Read more

If you open A door, The wind will Make The inside Shake. Objects will fall over; Your cup halfway full Of water, Your piles and piles Of papers, An...Read more

I have a problem. Everytime I sit to think I think of you Everytime food touches my tongue I wish I'd be eating with you I have a problem Whatever I ...Read more

look my friend,I'm not the most religious but... Don’t tell me it lives in stone and glass, While you walk right past the working class. Don’t dress ...Read more

You say I'm the problem, The cause of every storm in this house. But I’m not your puppet, Not a robot you built To carry your undone duties. Let me br...Read more

We have a fight every single night. You think I'm wrong, I think you're right. Each day counts down to the end ... When you will leave me. Go and asc...Read more

(original poetry about living with BPD) BPD grips with cruel, unseen hands, it shifts, it shakes, it understands. it takes your peace, your trust, yo...Read more

Au milieu de nulle part Entouré de rêves Et du bleu. #haiku #été #summer #estate #prince_des_mots Mohammed Labib

I’ve been broken so long I don’t know how to cope Voices in my head they tell me to stay home Reminisce and fantasize until my heart cries. I’m...Read more

"in english we say: they don't understand me. but in poetry we say.." (prompt) they don’t understand me not the weight i carry beneath my ribs the si...Read more

They named you fragile— never seeing the kiln-fire in your spine. Now watch how gold rivers mend the cracks, how every fissure becomes a vein of light...Read more

I stood a mile above the ground, but forgot—what rises fast must come crashing down. The wind applauded like a crowd of ghosts, as I danced with dream...Read more

They say ashes don’t leave footprints, but i hope mine do. Not for fame— just for proof that i burned with intention. That my leaving had shape. I k...Read more

At first, the absence roared— a riptide dragging memory’s shell toward the reef where wreckage slept. But you, love, anchored in the ache. Did not ch...Read more