#new poets community

[rapturepoetry]

The Child You Never Wanted

you tell me to brush my own hair I don’t know how you roll your eyes and tell me to figure it out

I’m brushing as hard as I can Tearing pieces of my hair out with knots, clumped up and bloody

I’m crying and go to tell you there’s blood mommy I’m not sure if what I’m doing is right

But you scream at me for bothering you Can’t you do anything by yourself? Why did I even have you?

I run and hug her, tell her I’m sorry I cried I love you mommy, I won’t ask again

I squeeze harder, if the hug is big enough it shows how much you love them

She doesn’t hug me back.

[1nn32dem0n5]

she baked me cookies

once a girl has cooked for you just for you she has given you her heart. at the very least say thank you.

[alex-a-roman]

The monster never leaves

I’m tired of writing, but I can’t stop The same words, spinning inside my head, I know I’ve said it all, but not enough The page is always empty  And there’s always pain waiting to be spilled.

I take another sip of alcohol, We both know this isn’t me, This is the people that I heard about –  The ones I never liked,  Which in a way makes sense Because I never like what I see,   The face in the mirror, still full of lies, Full of stories that I will never live!

Another day, another line  Of whatever comes first, I don’t know what happened To the one who used to dream, So eager to dance alone,  Play piano and guitar, Take photographs of every scene;  The one who wished to make up stories for a living Is long gone now. And I am tired,  I am so tired and so devoid of life, Because the monster never leaves!

~ A. A. Roman

[loveisbrief]

a brute lover’s muses — by ada.

[ thank you @judas-redeemed for helping me edit this piece! text id in alt. ]

[l0v3mi]

--Film : Lost In Translation (2003)

--By : Sophia Coppola

" The unexpected connections we make might not last, yet stay with us forever "

[slowfalter]

[mycollectioncloud]

I Am Done.

Being a victim of my circumstances I hold the power I am capable of doing so And I'm thankfully in the position To be able to Do something about it That isn't temporary

[mortalghost]

Like whispered sonnets in your hair dancing through a memory, the lunacy of life awoke unaware that the melodies that traced your lips were wanting to be shared across the loving arms of loss and despair.

Taken by the force of sudden gusts from a Heaven torn by brute strength, fed by heroes who fell by the sword of a madman, once in love, now forgotten in a storm of a broken heart and misbegotten thoughts.

Alone.

The marionette dances melancholic memories while the witching hour approaches by the sea

calling from mountains

echoing the falling rain that runs like rivers, flowing through the cracks on empty streets.

Do you hear them calling out like dreams?

As you sleep, so you weep, reap the benefits of nothing for a glass of wine has spilled

and with it

The last semblance of me.

-H. Murcia 10:53 PM 03/31/2023

[venusjailedmywords]

"Lord, I pray, keep my love unrequited, where poetry finds its most heartfelt verses."

-Anshuman3kdka

[roseybeauty]

I simply want to love

Everyone, everything, every part of every being

I simply want to love

~RoseyBeauty

[rapturepoetry]

i'm never a priority

i'm never someone's reason for waking up

the giver, never the taker

never the taker, always the asker

i ask for time

i ask for patience

i ask for comfort

i'm never a priority

never the taker

never the reason

[1nn32dem0n5]

it's the little things

I am from east europe and my name can't be pronounced in the midwest so I dumb it down for them but she said it right and that was enough for me

[ecrisettaistoi]

Négatif couleur

.

.

.

Ce n'est pas un poème,

ce n'est pas une chanson,

c'est un Je t'aime

pur, sans concessions,

toi mon oxygène,

toi mon oraison,

ce n'est pas un poème,

ce n'est pas une chanson,

c'est un Je t'aime

clamé à destination

de toi mon mécène,

garde-fou de ma raison.

Ce n'est pas un poème,

ce n'est pas une chanson,

sur moi l'anathème,

à moi coupe, poison.

Ce n'est qu'un Je t'aime

de plus pour ta collection,

de moi, aride Robinson

à toi, mon admirable Reine,

la mousson et la moisson,

le vison et le calisson,

toi, ma seule ligne

de flottaison.

.

.

.

[l0v3mi]

~☆" i don't know where I'm going, but I hope I'm on my way "☆~

[slowfalter]

[mycollectioncloud]

Sunday Night Thoughts.

Sadness seeps in Like a fresh spring rain into the ground

Feeling as if I've lost All of the blooms

Instead of planting them This time around

Surprised this feeling is here After only recently smelling the roses

Because as life has proven Time and time again

You can't have it all No matter how hard you try