May 22

Framed Motion

Tick. I am like a clock on the wall, dangling and moving in one place at a time, constantly. I endlessly wait for a change, and I am sick of the same cycle, and routine everyday. I just wait for something new to happen, like daylight savings. Tick. I will always be stuck here. People look at me of boredom and no value, and sometimes of excitement and impatience. Tick . I hold information that I can always give and never stop.
May 19
Morgan Busby's picture

Is I Am True?

I am the one who says what’s on her mind, most of the time.

I am the one who puts others above herself.

I am the one who tries to pay attention, but does not always succeed.

I am the one who works hard at everything I do, Even if it does not come easy.
May 19
Morgan Busby's picture

Is I Am True?


I am the one who says what’s on her mind, most of the time.

I am the one who puts others above herself.

I am the one who tries to pay attention, but does not always succeed.

I am the one who works hard at everything I do, Even if it does not come easy.
May 19
Morgan Busby's picture

Is I Am True?


I am the one who says what’s on her mind, most of the time.

I am the one who puts others above herself.

I am the one who tries to pay attention, but does not always succeed.

I am the one who works hard at everything I do, Even if it does not come easy.
May 19

Santa Fe, Texas


It’s numbing to see so many people 
dead


so many
so many
so many

This Keeps Happening. 

It keeps happening
and still people tell me
“It’s rare,
it won’t happen to you,
you shouldn’t be scared”

no, I should be.

i should be scared
for my future.

i should be scared
for all of those poeple
who don’t have one anymore.

i should be scared 

Another One

“Oh, another one,”
Was the reaction to the news today
It’s become so routine that we’re numbed to the horror
Of all of those lives lost
The hurt and the broken hearts 
And the futures cut short
Imagine the tears and the blood pooling on the ground
And the survivors gagging at the sight of the gory bodies 
Of their friends 
The pain of a community torn apart by the loss
Of children with so much promise
May 16
g_rob02's picture

The Pen

The ink leaks from my pen like blood from an open wound.
It drenches my paper with incoherent words and thoughts in hopes to bring simple solace to the insanity within my mind.
This ebb and flow of a stagnant sea and a roaring riptide,
Folds my body in of itself like a freak show contortionist, but this pen.
O this pen, it straightens the wrinkles of my soul and strengthens the beat in my heart.
May 16
g_rob02's picture

who am I?


In a world of ignorance and uncertainties,
who am I, a mere man,
 to question divine intervention,
who am I, a mere man,
to believe to know my own future,
and who am I, a mere man,
 to believe to know what is wrong, and what is right?
A mere man of
thoughts,
dreams,
and
lacking actions,
but a mere man the same...
May 15

Change of Plans

Things
Never seem to turn out
The way you want them to. 
College,
For instance, was the worst thing
I ever had to plan for.
Going
Back and forth, looking
From college to college.
Trying
To decide my path
Was seemingly endless. 
But
Now I'm set to attend college
Next year, for an incredible major. 
Awesome!
Except now, I want to 
Change my mind. 
Again. 
If you ask any of my friends, they'll
May 15

Regret

Regret.
It’s kind of funny when you think about it.
The fact that this one little word has so much emotion packed into it,
And not the good kind either.
It was November of last year, I came into work at the usual 4:35 for my 5:00 shift, but something seemed different about that day.
I was startled to see a boy, around my age, that I’ve never seen before, sitting in the chair we use to take breaks.
May 14
Nicole Jasmin's picture

The Bus

Boy! I think my mom's getting to pick me up like usual during this time of year. I am glad I don't have to take the bus that much. I mean, when my mom was busy one time during this time of year, I was told that it was bus day, and I kinda freaked out. I mean, not everyone dislikes the bus, It's just me in particular that doesn't like the bus. The kids in the front are screaming their heads off while some highschoolers in the back are yelling the things that shouldn't be yelled on the bus. Ugh!
May 07
Sidney B.'s picture

Chime

I have no good reason for posting this.
May 07
liron463's picture

human nature

have you ever noticed human stupidity? we are born, we have hops and dreams, things that are taught to us and then we move on, find our lonely corner again, and then the cycle begins again and again and again because this is human nature.
May 04

I Am The One

I am the one who doesn't speak my mind.
I keep everything inside, never cry, don't say my mind.
Smile and laugh, smile and wave, smile and smile, every day.
Following like I don't have a mind.

I am the one whose actions speak louder than words.
I raise my hand in the meeting to sense the ripple in the room.
Speak the words, speak my mind, Speaking and speaking, all the time.
Saying everything all the time, because I have my mind
May 03

Scars


 Her eyes
The bags under them show her restless nights
Her lips 
Bloodied from the countless hours she spends chewing on them 
Her arms
Show the scars from the hurt she has inflicted upon herself
Her legs
Bruised and bloodied from her recklessness
Her hands
The nails bitten right down to the unprotected skin
Her back
Hunched from the days she spends leaning over various things
Her voice
Apr 29

Fun facts and trivia

Did you know...?
That more men named John hold a job
as a CEO,
than all the women that hold that same position?

So afraid of the success women will have
that they aren't even hired.

Did you know...?
That more men named James hold a job
as a CEO,
than all the women that hold that same position?

Not one but two fractions of men are larger
than all of the women.

That is awful.

We aren't being fair.
Apr 27
cici's picture

Screenshots Part Three

Looking back at the past 
Knowing she was happy then.
Shouldn't she be happy
Knowing that the fake
Relationship is gone? 
Knowing what a real one is.
Makes her think:
How am I so bad at 
Loving people?
Apr 26
cici's picture

Screenshots Part Two

Starts crying over old
​Wounds. starts feeling the 
Pain she hasn't felt in months.
Starts feeling the pain she
​Promised herself not to feel
Again.
Apr 25
cici's picture

Screenshots Part One

Starts going through photos;
​Finds old screenshots
​between her and her ex. 
​She's moved on but she starts dying 
​anyway. Is something wrong
​with her?
Apr 24
cinnamonwarmth's picture

Writing I Love

Funfact: I am total shit (am I allowed to swear on here?) at writing compared to all of you. I mean, maybe I can be decent at poetry when I'm tired and emotional enough, but like, other than that, nope. Can't write! Yay! Why am I on this website? (Side note, I can't get like, kicked off, for not using this website exactly how everyone else does, can I? If I could be, please don't. This weird bloggy thing is all I know.)