And now when I look in the mirror, The ghost of who I used to be Still lurks somewhere deep Deep within my eyes weep. I try to hold on to it with no...Read more
Marcus

English is not my first language so if my writing is bad I apologise in advance, but for me it's the message I try to get across and love for writing.
First Post, Super Fan
What doesn't kill you makes you brew coffee at 3:33 a.m. in a broken pot, with no sugar— yet it can’t taste more bitter than your tears. What doesn'...Read more
The door to tomorrow, Opens in the shadows of today, So brush aside the path of sorrow, And make your way The handle is rusted with old do...Read more
Dark room, broken fan — a silent clock on the wall, a dying body on the bed, with an empty mind.
Just before my grandmother's passing, my aunts took turns bathing her. Fingers that unthreaded the hair, that untied the knots and washed it down ...Read more
Read this poem. THIS BUS STOP WAS A CORAL REEF, ONCE -Megan Arkenberg. Twenty thousand years ago, she said, this whole city was the floor ...Read more
The version of me that I play for you is a lie. I cannot tell where my dreams die, or where life decides to untap my phone line. I wish it was all so ...Read more
They say- The things you run away from, will meet you in the middle of the city. Grief found me on a rainy day. Loneliness on a summer day. I tr...Read more
I want to write some poems for those men who never had a dream, and for those women who never dared to dream. Dreams die and hope mourns a...Read more
Dear mom 🥺 Happy mothers day I m writing this poem by heart by words with lines 🥲 Whenever I'm quite you ask Whenever you say a task I complete ...Read more
Dear Mommy, As I've sat down to write this letter for you, I'm realising that I can barely type anything because my eyes are overcrowded wit...Read more
10:53 P.M Dear Mother, I am looking at the same stars we used to look at together from the chinks of our roof. You used to tell me that if I looked...Read more
Please tell me there's something about me that is worth being loved. I'm tired of being the "good friend" I want to be more. God tell me you have pl...Read more
The thing about being on fire your whole life is you never felt what is like to not be burned. So when you meet that person who quenches your flames ...Read more
Norm is a word that cannot be described as anything but copyright We copy others to be one, and one alone Being yourself is what people call "differen...Read more
a flashback keeps knocking my knees unsteady age five, a ride to the city outskirts nothing standing by a shop an alley too steep, a leap of trust “...Read more