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Random First Lines:This is one of my earlier poems. I wrote it before they diagnosed me with depression and Asperger's. That makes me think my situation was sort of... » Read
My firth poem, please go easy on me. I'm 17 years old and I remember how I felt when I was being abused. I've not added ages within this poem as many people are abused at many different ages. I'm trying to raise the awareness so you can feel what emotions go on through someone's mind who has no...
By Jeff Bezaire
I am publishing this against my better judgement.
This will probably read as something a pretentious prick wrote to fill his ego with value one day, but I actually wrote it at work while bored a number of years ago. It flowed out of me, I wrote it down, I brought it home and typed it up,...
By J Woods
The bed of death did not claim; my soul that still remains; now I return further blessed; Lord protect me further I behest.
A glimpse into my relationship with a Borderline person who I thought I loved and who I thought I couldn't move on from
By Annarose 86
Making friends at a camp for physically disabled teenagers
Contemplating about why we have this feeling of guilt
My childhood trauma consisting of abuse both physically and psychologically and my molestation at the age of 5 and how these events shaped me into the person I am today. How I have dealt with these issues by both good and incompetent Doctors who are too often praised as Gods, but as I have found...
By Philosophical Girl
If you think about how some things work, it sounds like the world is more abstract than physical. It sounds like the abstract creates the illusion of physical for us, in a sense.
If you think of a computer game and how it's the code which creates physical objects and makes them seem physical...
There has been a rule about seadwellers and skydwellers for who knows how long. After the death of the king and queen, their daughter went missing and the girl's uncle took the throne. This caused hatred to be even worst between the two species as the landdwellers stood in their neutral zone,...
By Nocturnal Ponderings
I do not have an alcoholic influence in my life, but I have a loathing for irresponsible parents with a buzz and a desire to harm. Crappy poetry inspired by crappy events.
By Anna Grettle
Infinity Wheel is the first song Grettle wrote. It provides insight on the feelings of a verbally abused teenager.
Short poem that tries to express the physical and mental aspects of an unrequited and lost love.
voices in ones head
Poetry | Updated Sep 13, 2014 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3