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Poems published by members most recently online.
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Published
Yesterday 5:59pm
Yesterday 5:59pm
Broken wifi
The Wi-Fi is broken!
They broke the Wi-Fi!
Pending downloads.
As it craves for more.
Closed eyes.
Transmission blocked.
Finished.
It is all over!
Broken software!
They broke the Wi-Fi!
Pending downloads.
As it craves for more.
Closed eyes.
Transmission blocked.
Finished.
It is all over!
Broken software!
#LifeStruggles
18 reads
3 Comments
Pete_25
Published
Today 8:10am
Today 8:10am
Adorn
Things I've heard
The eyes have seen
In sugar coated
Crystal dreams
Cipher old
High, below
From the top
In-between
Figures shape
Start to form
{My effigy cries a storm}
Adhering to 'The Golden Rules'
My mirror, I adorn
The eyes have seen
In sugar coated
Crystal dreams
Cipher old
High, below
From the top
In-between
Figures shape
Start to form
{My effigy cries a storm}
Adhering to 'The Golden Rules'
My mirror, I adorn
#emotions
#love
#SelfWorth #strength
#SelfWorth #strength
11 reads
2 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Published
Yesterday 5:49am
Yesterday 5:49am
Random Journal Entry: Mania, Day 34
I feel savage; lonely
in my bubble of mania;
I can’t focus on you,
Or you,
Or me, or them;
I’ll shatter if I do, so it’s
head down, one foot
tripping the other;
yet I manage to land upright
…for now
I’m holding for now
my true self rejoices
at having been set free;
I had no choice
but to take the drugs
that forced her out;
she was ripping my insides
to shreds, crying herself to sleep
in a bed she made;
procrastination is a death dealer;
coming to steal away
whatever you...
in my bubble of mania;
I can’t focus on you,
Or you,
Or me, or them;
I’ll shatter if I do, so it’s
head down, one foot
tripping the other;
yet I manage to land upright
…for now
I’m holding for now
my true self rejoices
at having been set free;
I had no choice
but to take the drugs
that forced her out;
she was ripping my insides
to shreds, crying herself to sleep
in a bed she made;
procrastination is a death dealer;
coming to steal away
whatever you...
#bipolar
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
47 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Published
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
Sonja at 18
Sonja at 18
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
#healing
#love
#MentalHealth
#romantic
#sensual
54 reads
2 Comments
Penguinphile
Ab.C.
Ab.C.
Published
10th Nov 2024 5:22pm
10th Nov 2024 5:22pm
Knock...Knock
#dirty
#lust
321 reads
3 Comments
DevilsChild
Published
Yesterday 10:38am
Yesterday 10:38am
The One
our time plays like a movie
when I first saw your face
and when we first kissed
the restaurant we went
on our first date
meeting the family
spending our first holiday
our first pet
we took care of them
in our first place
going to my job at the factory
not my first
but felt like my first big responsibility
got a little older, got married
had hardships
lost family, friends, pets
how I miss them
that time flew again
got even older
hobbies changed
we changed, the world changed
yet we...
when I first saw your face
and when we first kissed
the restaurant we went
on our first date
meeting the family
spending our first holiday
our first pet
we took care of them
in our first place
going to my job at the factory
not my first
but felt like my first big responsibility
got a little older, got married
had hardships
lost family, friends, pets
how I miss them
that time flew again
got even older
hobbies changed
we changed, the world changed
yet we...
#love
#marriage
#relationships
54 reads
3 Comments
Trevor-Nightmares
Trevor M.
Trevor M.
Published
15th Oct 2024 11:38am
15th Oct 2024 11:38am
Heartache on aisle 5
I wake with sudden ambition, a deep sadness stretch's across my face and I take A moment of reflection
my ghost of past lost visits me once again, A bitter-sweet reunion of the face I wished to lay beside.
for A seemingly unrelated dream can shift to the most serious of moments and it is the heart that seems locked in A eternal nightmare.
with eyes as sharp as glass she stares into my soul and lights it asunder with every second I am forced to remember her everything.
how is it that after this long I refuse to let go even when I have begged for...
my ghost of past lost visits me once again, A bitter-sweet reunion of the face I wished to lay beside.
for A seemingly unrelated dream can shift to the most serious of moments and it is the heart that seems locked in A eternal nightmare.
with eyes as sharp as glass she stares into my soul and lights it asunder with every second I am forced to remember her everything.
how is it that after this long I refuse to let go even when I have begged for...
#dreams
#FirstLove
#heartbroken
#nightmares
#SelfReflection
118 reads
1 Comment
bignp
Published
Today 9:45am
Today 9:45am
ode to a dream
I had a dream.
Not of grandeur or poverty.
Power or flight.
Race nor riot.
A dream of waking.
endlessly waking.
Sometimes sitting up in bed…
Then just waking.
Am I still there?
I may never know.
Or soon be there.
When the alarm's blare ends.
Not of grandeur or poverty.
Power or flight.
Race nor riot.
A dream of waking.
endlessly waking.
Sometimes sitting up in bed…
Then just waking.
Am I still there?
I may never know.
Or soon be there.
When the alarm's blare ends.
#dreams
#frustration
#night #sleep
#night #sleep
1 read
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Published
Today 1:13am
Today 1:13am
they’d be a queue outside
there was a small restaurant in the streets behind
leicester square that did inexpensive hungarian goulash,
which only accepted cash, but then it moved, somewhere just
off tottenham court road, before it closed altogether ..
leicester square that did inexpensive hungarian goulash,
which only accepted cash, but then it moved, somewhere just
off tottenham court road, before it closed altogether ..
#nostalgia
22 reads
1 Comment
Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Published
Yesterday 6:32am
Yesterday 6:32am
Vision 4
I'm always dirty.
But I think a little earth.
Is a good omen.
Ties me to the spirits.
Of the dirt.
All of these little nic naks.
I track around like muck.
Is just a talisman.
Where nature follows me everywhere I go.
As organic.
As my techno paleo paganism.
I count the rabbits I see.
I look for ravens.
I bless the magpies as they pass by.
I commune with the coyotes and yip at the moon.
Bark sometimes.
To scavenge a meal.
I'm a fox.
Curled up in my feet.
That the damned eagle. ...
But I think a little earth.
Is a good omen.
Ties me to the spirits.
Of the dirt.
All of these little nic naks.
I track around like muck.
Is just a talisman.
Where nature follows me everywhere I go.
As organic.
As my techno paleo paganism.
I count the rabbits I see.
I look for ravens.
I bless the magpies as they pass by.
I commune with the coyotes and yip at the moon.
Bark sometimes.
To scavenge a meal.
I'm a fox.
Curled up in my feet.
That the damned eagle. ...
#earth
#pagan
20 reads
0 Comments
Pishashee
Published
1st Feb 2025 6:47am
1st Feb 2025 6:47am
Night Walk
I took a walk through the tapestry of night,
where streetlamps stitched their gold tight across midnight’s throat—
not stars, but close enough to mimic light,
to guard the paths where restless shadows are rubies.
A chorus hummed through bones of bending trees,
the wind’s tender grasp combed through the thorny thicket.
Far above, in blackened galaxies,
starlight blew its kisses—thick as good luck & hope.
The moon, ripe as a strawberry, dripped its glow,
and climbed the clouds like stairs, playing calipee. ...
where streetlamps stitched their gold tight across midnight’s throat—
not stars, but close enough to mimic light,
to guard the paths where restless shadows are rubies.
A chorus hummed through bones of bending trees,
the wind’s tender grasp combed through the thorny thicket.
Far above, in blackened galaxies,
starlight blew its kisses—thick as good luck & hope.
The moon, ripe as a strawberry, dripped its glow,
and climbed the clouds like stairs, playing calipee. ...
#escape
#nature
#PersonalGrowth
#strength
#wisdom
70 reads
2 Comments
BeautifulDisaster7
Published
22nd Dec 2024 10:31am
22nd Dec 2024 10:31am
Shadows of Strength
Amidst agony, beauty breaks; calming distant echoes.
Faith grows, healing in joyful kindness; love mending deep, endless wounds.
Faith grows, healing in joyful kindness; love mending deep, endless wounds.
#SelfDiscovery
#TimeHeals
84 reads
2 Comments
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