Another-Poetry-Group

I used to love your hot breath on the back of my neck. So thick I could write "I love you" in it. Now my dewdrop skin feels like a nuisance, and your body language reeks of indifference. How easily passion is replaced by lust. How convenient is the simple betrayal of one's trust? Relationship-based disintegration in exchange for instant gratification. Again, and again, and again. Until you have nothing left to bargain.

can't stop moving forward a shark in the water, blood pumping. How can you say the fight is over while the wound still bleeds?

mysterious stranger clad in white, a beautiful visage, a tiny laugh is all she leaves behind, and little whispers in the static. "Who are you?" I plead "Who am I indeed?"

tell me my life has a why a purpose, a reason for being and maybe I'll settle down I want a pathway to follow, so tired of aimless wanderlust, whisper in my ear, tell me it's Fate

Negativity Inaccessibility Futurology

Not under the bed but inside the mirror I saw myself and I was scared. I waited for the hero, from the stories I read about, to come save me, until I remembered the hero only ever comes to save the beautiful princess and comes to slay the monster. So, no one was coming to save me, and everyone wanted me dead. that's what it felt like... Someone tell that girl that it's not going to get better, but you will, so much better. Someone tell that girl with her head under her pillow, hiding from the world, but more afraid of herself, that you are not your thoughts, those thoughts running wild in your head. You are more than what you think you want to run from, than what you think is a mistake, than what you think is filled with venom. I know it hurts, but use this pain to light the match, because you have a beautiful flame in you that will illuminate with everything you wanted to cover with a pillow. Your dreams, they matter; they are a gift. The day you fell–well, now you can

My messy hair, my messy face, my mess, it's beautiful. We're all just one big mess, but we light the night so bright, filling it with heaven on earth, falling/flying/sailing with grace, just like stars, and yet, we are the universe, living and breathing even if only for just a moment. In wanting to free the caged bird after hearing her sing and realizing the world needs to hear too, I struggle to make these feelings look pretty on paper, so I'll just try to make them honest. It's hard that I want my life to be like a poem, a poem I read that was so mesmerizing that I still feel its soft hand tugging at my heartstrings, and yet, I want to write a poem I read that sold millions of copies, that was... okay, I guess. Is "okay, I guess" want I really want? I've always felt that our deepest honesty is like outside after it rained. there was always something more to it than just the smell, like washing off your make-up in the shower leaving everything bare and raw, leaving true

It's a Long Way to Monticello, by Noah Whitehouse It's a long way to Monticello It's a long way to go It's a long way to Monticello To the train museum I know Goodbye, Forest City Farewell, Manito For I must admit that it's a long way To Monticello. Let's go!

Tonight, I got lost inside the rain Sailed through a cascading prism Onto another plain Everything I desire always goes away maybe it’s because I want it that it turns out that way If I didn’t need it It would probably stay but then I wouldn’t care anyway We want only what we can possess And we possess all that we control But what we cannot possess Possesses us and feeds upon our soul I keep trying to hold on to things that I know will never last Hoping one day the present will turn into the past So, do you think it can all just be forgotten? Even the answers to those questions that you sought so long ago I’ve lived my life in small places Amongst disheveled souls with worn out faces I’ve felt deep love for the loveless I’m at home with the homeless I’ve become one with the loneliness Love is a bear without any claws living alone inside empty walls Love is a riddle that can never be solved Struggling for an answer that can only be wrong Love is the hope inside us all We