Hair Tied Up in Madness —Marysa Writes

My hair is a prelude to my mental illness, an introduction to the dissatisfaction with stability within me; The first time I ever dyed my hair, I was sixteen, a peak in the development, rather lack thereof; my brain once a high-functioning factory, now a run-down fun house, cracked mirrors replacing every assembly line thatContinue reading “Hair Tied Up in Madness —Marysa Writes”

NaPoWriMo 12 April 2019 —Poetry TAT

most bridges don’t naturally burnusually they just collapseunder the weight oftheir own situationor some humanpressing The Poetry Teaching Artist Training Project is quite confusing to follow. And I have not found poetry posted since April 2019. Or even how to navigate the sight to find poetry. 😣

Cigarette —Daryush Acharya

Hope this cigarette will keep me alive longer than you would… – Alive In Coffin Alive in Coffin. I am a guy breathing in a coffin made up of flesh, bones and blood. Back in my twitter days, I used to write in 140 characters and that passion motivated me to write short poems. IContinue reading “Cigarette —Daryush Acharya”

Duality —Vidur Sahdev

i tell myself not to write, for the words blatantly boast of my lack of self control, but with each verse while this ego dies, i secretly feed a hungry poet, letting him believe that he can own the world. Being ever more hungry for the pure, Vidur breaks open space we long for atContinue reading “Duality —Vidur Sahdev”

Consequential Circumstance | The Vision of Poets

i am afraid that i will forget days as soon as i live them so i make lists to force myself to live to force myself to remember that i did live (that i was alive) (because is it really living, this?) recoding everything i have ever done like it has any meaning at allContinue reading “Consequential Circumstance | The Vision of Poets”

Spreading Wings | The Vision of Poets

Spreading Wings It’s hard to feel the words When you are dying Locked inside the vault Of your own skin It’s hard to reach for verses When your arms can’t reach for grace While DNR’s lie inked Beneath the pen It’s hard to find the rhyme Inside the rainfall Locked within the pain That fogsContinue reading “Spreading Wings | The Vision of Poets”

Poems Upon the Pond -Michael33

There were poems Upon the pond Rhymes across the river Vestal verses Too close To the fire… Parchment singed In the silence Of words unspoken Pens full of ink Fractured by time Untouched By human hands Yet poetry still lingers In the breeze Through the branches Of the willow In songs Of the sparrow WithContinue reading “Poems Upon the Pond -Michael33”

Caught in the Net —Samantha Harris

Caught in the Net – Polypropylene Mesh My anger today will not go away It is so hard to live Every movement a reminder of what they did People assume choice They only listen to their same voice Paint me with the colours that they know Advice to look outside Oh, that wondrous place, TheContinue reading “Caught in the Net —Samantha Harris”