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 2162° 
Airi Lightmoon
Have you ever seen a person drown?



You fight, muscles straining as you reach--flailing helplessly toward what you need most. You can't stand it anymore as your body screams for oxygen. You gasp-- hoping, praying this is a dream, but a searing burn rushes down your throat and through your lungs as water floods in. It shouldn't be there, you know it-- every cell screams but it's too late, the water is inside and keeps flooding in. You reach for the light one last time, it filtering and bending into bright rays around your fingers. Your vision grows dull, your muscles no longer respond to what your brain is telling them to do. The light growing dimmer and dimmer as the last bubbles float to the surface. One last ray of gold slips through your fingers... Then nothing...



It's to be expected for any animal to struggle as much as possible while drowning in the water. Some will put others of their kind underneath them, just for precious moments of rest and survival.
So what do you do when you find a person overboard, drowning in the sea of black?
Naturally, I throw the life preserver in hopes that they will grab onto it and I can save them.

Remember what I said when some creatures will force their own kin under in order to live?
Well, what do you do with a creature like that?
Eventually, it's you or them. At this point, it's natural to choose you!
A lil practice on narrative structure. Hope y'all like it
 1326° 
The Invisible Poet
the birds chirp in the distance
the sun glows bright
in the cerulean sky
no clouds in sight
just sunshine
beating down on your skin
sweat trickles down your brow
a slight breeze
sways the grass
around your ankles
cerulean: deep blue in color like a clear sky
 802° 
Nat Lipstadt
rearrange.

fail flee feel

that! feels more write.

we fail at 90% of out endeavors;

we flee to the recesses
and the excesses;

we feel, most keenly,
our sense of loss,
and yet the inner linings of our
cells, once more greet a Sun-day that marks a mild fresh-ness and our involuntary ****** muscles bend
intro to a small smile,
and once more,

we breach the day with right hooks of positivity, warmth, music, and begin  to
remember  to
    feel feelings, assorted,
and we minutely reborn and the fluids of birthing are wiped away

and coffee seals the deal...and a hopeful day begins and forgiveness
and forgetting is the clean start clothes we dress ourselves within,
and with out, comfy jeans, well worn raggedy t shirt that you refuse to obey, expressly forbid her

to descard,
(not a rypo).
and you annoy her
with twenty kisses,
cause you don't want to spoil her,,,
too much
8;49am
6/8/2025
8:50Am
 443° 
Ria
If God is up there
I wonder what he thinks
I wonder why he messed up my face
And made my mother cry
And why he sent that evil boy to my house
And why he took my grandfather
Despite everything
I wonder why he filled my heart with so much love
And why he made the boy I love so much the boy I cannot be with
 398° 
Thomas W Case
We talk about the
past like it's a
movie we
watched together.
You liked the
cinematography.
I didn't care for the
cruelty of the
protagonist.

We disagree on the
theme, and every
scene holds different
aspects of
symbolism for us.
I'm not sure I want
there to be a sequel,
despite the good
acting.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn9IAYo0wZE
Here is a link to my YouTube channel, where I read poetry from my latest book, Sleep Always Calls.  It's available on Amazon.  My two other books are also available.  Seedy Town Blues and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse.
 392° 
Denxai Mcmillon
Can a daffodil
Not be deserving of praise
When near sunflowers?
 378° 
Anais Vionet
We move through the night,
though the streets seem empty,
we look left and right,
electric vehicles are stealthy.

As we exercise stepwise, sunrise happens.
and black night fades its cover.
Like phoresy, painted, pieces of heaven,
the day opens with primary colors—
reds that delight, oranges that tease
and peacocking yellows that leaven.

As the counterfeit rainbow enchants and rouses,
streetlights waver and douse,
lights flicker on in houses,
and the earth blossoms active in borrowed hues.

Morning twinkles with its particular, angular light,
as we enter the still still lobby.
They’ve already set out the coffee!
With a sip, I feel the morning's started right.
.
.
Songs for this:
Day Tripper by MonaLisa Twins
Our Day Will Come by Amy Winehouse
 356° 
jules
the night pressed in,
heavy and mean,
the way it always does
when you’re sober long enough
to feel everything you’ve been running from.

i sat in the kitchen,
a cigarette burning in the ashtray,
the smoke curling up
like the ghosts of all the things
i used to believe in.

there was a cockroach on the floor,
big, slow,
moving like it had seen worse days than me.
i thought about smashing it,
about what it must be like
to live your whole life
dodging shoes and poison
and still keep going.

but instead,
i opened the window,
watched it crawl out into the night.
then i crushed the cigarette,
and thought:
maybe that’s all there is—
just figuring out
who’s worth saving.
and hoping someday,
it’s you.
 342° 
apricot
i wish i never put
you
in my journal
because the thought of
you
is so cringey,
that i didn't even want to open it.
5 months wasted for a POS.
 259° 
Jenna
I smell rain and wet pavement
and sun
As I dance and I float
and I run
I hear laughter and cries
and song
As the sky’s colors bleed
into dawn
I watch as purples and pinks
fade away
As calm blue settles
over the day
I feel fresh air and dirt
underneath
As the spring I’ve so missed
breaks through the trees
I taste sweet berries and love
on my tongue
As freedom and bliss burn through me
like ***
 255° 
Arii
I don’t want to die,
I want to cease to exist.
To never have been born
And never have lived
For my soul and body to disappear
For any memory of me to be gone
To dissolve into nothingness and
Never have been anything at all
Random write at 10pm I forgot what day
 221° 
rick
the lockers rife with clowns and the frittering of time as the ***** boys got ready to work their ***** minds down at the ***** factory and boast about ***** things too often degrading and unkind.

I tried to stay out of it
until one officious co-worker
had the gall to ask,
“what’s your preference in women?”

whereby, my response was,

“I see my women like flavors;
white women are too bland,
black women are too flavorful and
Indian women are a bit over-seasoned.
you need the right amount of spice.
Latina women got it but they cheat
so, I’d have to go with Asian women.
they’re perfection is unmatched.”

laughter emerged and rumbled
down the grey factory walls
where the metal tin roof had rattled,
the ***** air pervaded with rust and tears
and a mouthful of peanuts were spat onto a grimy floor

they laughed and kept on laughing
until their bellies burst

never have they heard such
a response like that before

and I just went back to work,
treading in the depths of my own conviction,
not really seeing why I wasn’t
being taken so
seriously.
 198° 
RGH
Slices like its margarine,
not stodgy like its butter
They know we like it warmer,
So they exploit us much colder
I wish my limbs weren't wooden
like fleeing a fierce dungeon,
There's no oil in the engine
If though, it would only spatter.
The punishment,
I wish not to reave
wish not for belief.
Silent sadness regret,
a river of flowing trespass.
I get eaten,
every sun-day at mass.
By RGH.
 185° 
alex
Much like you
I feel pain
when I am wounded

I cry
when my heart
shatters quietly

I begin to doubt
when silence
lingers too long

And I light like fire
when I feel
seen by you

because, much like you,
I want to be truly loved
even if it’s the last thing I do.
We carry different sorrows but dream alike
 175° 
Sophie
A prisoner’s home in my lungs,
combinations of words
I never dare imagine to speak.
The fantasy often entertains me.
I resist to entertain the fantasy,
yet my heart picks up pace
trying to get in touch with you.
I told her, I am nothing in your heart!
Couldn’t comprehend,
as you are essential to her functioning,
in a higher line than oxygen, nutrients, blood.
 141° 
bleedingink
I would give my life,
over and over,
if it meant you would still be here.
 128° 
guy scutellaro
born in the artic snow
she chromed
her heart
in steel

flames could
not
touch that heart

always a half a step ahead
sure
a few stumbles
but never a fall

and moonlight is just
a heartache in disquise

till one day
leaning out a car window
a scar upon his cheek
and the luck of the draw

was the jack of hearts

and the queen of diamonds
had
never met
anyone
quite like

the jack

of hearts,

black-haired blue-eyed
her beauty inspired
stupid men
to commit foolish acts

and as he smiled
the queen of diamonds
thought she had

the jack of hearts,

blue sky shimmering
in her eyes

jack became
the brightness
of her day

and the jack of hearts
saw a flame
flickering in her eyes
that he had never seen
in any women's eyes
before ...
                
               act. 2

... a strange destiny
was unraveling
and one long poker hand
was over
and the snowflakes came
down like ashes
under the street light

and then
the jack of hearts
walked away

a pale spirit fleeing
a graveyard
into the wall of night

and the queen of diamonds
cried

the sea into sky

with eyes
like twilight
waiting

to eat away the day
 82° 
Maddy
Thanks for the brilliant rainbow that you sent me last night
Bright and vibrant colors
You were saying Hello and the tears flowed in our car
You know I hate Fathers' Day
Will wish your son- in law and your grandsons - in law
You have two great great grandsons and great granddaughter now
Please watch over them with Mom
Along with all of us
Can't spoil or wish you a great day
You left us long ago but still broken hearted
Fifteen and twelve year old girls in our hearts and minds
Just know that we love you and miss you.
Saw the Zebra butterfly earlier.
Thanks for accompanying me on my walk
I am still Daddy's girl
Everyday
New ways
Better days
Helpful ways
Much too say
Heat is on
 73° 
Asuka
I comfort you like rain cradles the thirsty earth,
I kiss you like the sunset melts into the ocean’s embrace,
And I would die with you, like a flame fading into the wind—without regret.
 68° 
Mike Hauser
The best advice that I have
Is that it's best you don't look back
Keep sharp both your heart and mind
On the path that's straight ahead

Do not waste your precious time
Wobbling from side to side
If you always do what's right
Things will go good in your life

These lips are here for you to read
Won't you please pay me heed
A promise here for you to keep
You from wandering in too deep

Keeping both your heart and mind
On the sign of the times
Telling you what lays ahead
If you do your best and don't look back
 64° 
Robin Edwards
There is no time now
For poetry and flowers
We fight for freedom
We fight for the right to live
In a world of boundless love
 63° 
Aphrodite
They say it’s wrong, this fire in my veins,
Your touch—my balm, my bliss, my chains.
We meet in shadows, hearts alight,
A kiss, a crime beneath the night.

Let gods forbid, let fate deny,
I’d burn the world to hear you sigh.
Though we must hide what others flee—
You are, and will remain, my Aphrodite
 62° 
Damocles
But Gordon,
ODB told me to like it raw
So if I bite into a chicken thigh
And realize the rubber texture
Is because I didn’t deep fry
Am I just a donut to you?
Glazed and sprinkled or fruit looped?
This was just something quick that came to me reminiscing about kitchen nightmares
 62° 
Synnove Carvalho
I don’t wish for you
to fade like footprints in the tide,
to vanish like whispers in the wind,
or drift away like a ghost at dawn.

I don’t want to forget.
I want to sense you—even from afar,
to feel the hush of your presence near,
to know your soul
still dances with mine
in quiet, invisible threads
that time cannot sever.
 61° 
lizie
the count
has gone from
26 days
to 30 seconds
 61° 
SleepEasy
Cannot be mended
No one can fix it
Might as well be blended
To play games with the heart
Deserves a punishment hard
To take what was love
And simply discard
It hurts the daughters
It haunts the sons
Broken hearts
Spiritually done
The heart breaks but once
After that it's gone
Torn apart
Eternally wronged
But woe to the one
The breaker of hearts
The player of games
To hell they depart
I'm addicted
To sadness

Music is better
When it makes me cry

Starring at the ceiling is better
When I hope I won't get up

Parties are more fun
When I hide my emotions

Dressing up is more exciting
When I cover my scars

Being alive is better
When I cut myself

I wish I could be happy
But I can't
So I'd rather suffer
Than feel nothing at all
 59° 
Lily
It is a tragedy, so young and yet her eyes so wise,
As if she saw her world burn twice.
 57° 
Soph
I'm not better
Than you
Than her
Than him
Than them
I'm not better than anyone else

I'm not better
A fact
I don't want
To accept

Imperfect
Jealous
Angry
Sad
Numb
All these emotions
They're mine
But who doesn't feel them?
Are my feelings
Anyone's feelings
Not allowed
Not valid
Anymore?

I act like I'm better
Than you
Than her
Than him
Than them
Better than anyone else
To distract me
From feeling
Like I'm worse
Worse than anyone
Because deep down
I know
That's the truth

I'm the worst
 54° 
Aimée
I don't know if soulmates are real

But even if I wasn't born to be your match

I'd like to spend forever molding my soul to fit yours
 54° 
Arna
“Some people come from nowhere and become family.”
It’s not always blood that builds a bond — sometimes it’s shared laughs, silent support, and showing up when it matters.
 49° 
Gant Haverstick
my head on your breast
my hand on your inner thigh
then my eyes opened
Gant Haverstick 2025
 49° 
Lostling
Ping
4 unread messages from contact: Cookie Monster

Ping ping
173 unread messages from group chat: cat gang

Ping ping ping ping
392 unread messages from group chat: secret society

I'm drowning
In the words
Toomuchtoomuchtoomuch
Shutting down...

Mute chats?
Yes
Mark all as read?
Yes

Click
If I leave people on read, this is why.
What am I?

The Provider of Light, The Provider of Love
The Guidance of the Lost, the Voice of the Silenced
The River of Tears that flows to its own rhythm
The Symphony of a Great Collision that went overlooked
In the search for help, I travel the path that never ends
Where life concludes & only true peace begins
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