PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Social Media


The silver screenlights up

as you put a heart on someones face

or as you touch their name 

and see that their life is great,

and as a tear roll downs your face

you secretly wish you were with them

but you more secretly wish you were them.

As you take the bottle off the dresser

and pour the sickly sweet purple liquid into your mouth

and as you lay your head on the pillow

and close your eyes

so you can be in a better place 

than they are

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.