A poem of longing for a love greater than you feel you could ever deserve. The wanting and need for something more knowing you'll never have it.

Loosing someone forever that drives you mad. Knowing you were more than friends but less than lovers.

A poem of learning to grow and move on when someone you love is gone. Eventhough it feels like the most difficult thing in the world, one day you'll be able to think of them and smile.

A poem that's a metaphor for when times get tough and you get that anxious feeling: restarting your bad habit.

A poem I wrote about how every gnawing thought makes me feel so guilty. And how I wish things could be different. Until then, I'll sink in the guilt until it drowns me.

Two toads emerged in my neighborhood, Seeming as different, night to day, Holding my int’rest, long I stood; One looking less toad-like than it should Rife with tendencies, it seemed, to splay. Observing the other, as it were, And no doubt owning fitted structure, Neatly assembled, as toads prefer,

A little hint & glimpse into my situation right now... not sure how I do it but I do till I find my out, that's all I'll be doing...

A poem I wrote about self-reflection. Recently everything has been a struggle. Me sharing this is so anyone who reads it knows that they are not alone. You are loved, always.

i want a mirror but the mirror breaks not physically but the unbearable pain breaks it the monster in the end, will not abandon me i live with it, as i destroy every mirror

Read my poetry with great caution. For it is raw, uncensored, vulgar, and emotional. Some may take offence to my poetry.. But for those of you looking for deep dark poetry with no filter my poetry is what you would want to read.. enjoy

My struggle with meth addiction. I have been addicted to meth for 16 years.. This is about my struggles and the terrible things meth does

this poem is about having feelings for somebody, and wondering if they’ll ever feel the same about you.

did you ever love someone so much it’s like your floating on the clouds? I feel like it’s very rare.

Forelegs locked in pious pose The Mantids make their plea; Though, who responds to these appeals The Mantids can’t agree. “A Mantis spirit”, some will claim, “Who gave his wings for all.” “A triad set of Insect Ghosts”,

This note encapsulates the feelings and behaviors of "myself". Feelings others can feel along with me by reading this note. Enjoy!

My physician enjoys the classics, And often he’ll charge by the word; Exchanging his service for fables, Those written for children preferred. The ones with the bear are his fav’rites, With Eeyore and Piglet and Owl; Home in a wood of three acres, Where Tiggers and Christophers prowl.

Vanquished From the Catbird’s Seat By P H Burns The gaping door, the swinging perch, No chirping to be heard. Esther saw the cage was light… By just about one bird. No ripple in the water dish, Nor feathers in the bed.

This is my first poem I ever wrote. It tells a story of a man being haunted by his abusive wife’s ghost after murdering her at the night of their wedding day.

This is a poem about a mother who isn’t her self anymore a mother that neglects her children. This is the children’s point of view

The first poem is a limerick about a boy named Ike. The rest are regular poems about different subjects