#writerscr

[decisions-at-3am]

You turn your face away. Hiding, scared to be seen. There's nothing I can say That would help you to see.

You are the one for me. 'You've always been enough.' I hope one day you'll see, That you're the on I love.

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

my wrists were stapled closing the open hate the flowing bitter my ugly 

veins were crisp hardened and prone to turn to dust if i bent too soon too fast flowing with disdain  the putrid blood of a past haunting

the staples ran the length of forearms the universe my life  

[drmorbius12]

bottom

undercurrent overhead the sense beneath (the warmth I feel) life like water always changing continual metamorphosis (across my gummied mind) your body feels soft against mine (secret rivers flow between us) impediments wash away we take the plunge (like falling into a blue hole) beams of light dancing fingers your eyes phosphorescent now lips pale we drift in a silent world (there is no bottom)

[semjase]

She is perfectly imperfect with her own imperfections and that made her most beautiful

[roobamaryam]

And I finally understood why she wrote about the moon, it had its own darkness for someone to share with. #RoobaMaryam

[livelearnlondon]

Love conquers all is the sweetest lie I know. God, forgive me, I will not be conquered by anything, not even love.

Poet from London

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

yes you can long for what's unknown for those you've not crossed paths with you can adore a concept an inspiration yes you can you can cherish her deeply you can yearn for her presence you can admire her words you can miss words left unsaid but should exist you can yearn for a smile that's yet to grace you you can

i understand

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

I was simply breathing…I had no idea it was poetry.

~Kevin Stock