yelhsa

yelhsa 1d

Never been so deranged
Remember how you came
Not first place
Who says
I chase
I rather do well
Watch how far I go
Go ahead
Go kiss and tell
I be up in your mind though
On the highest pedestal
I know I be tripping
Stay daydreaming
Life be hella fun
hehe haha
Ran outta funds
This ones for my friends and foes
If you wanna holla at me
You gotta keep up
Got so many **** phones
Might **** around
Leave you on dial tone
I am not sorry
I'm ******* insane
Come ****** and fed
Finna vent
**** that
Mood switch
******* pay me
Leave me alone
Don't wanna be lonely
I don't know it makes sense to me
Get rich and cry trying

Originally it was a rap song I did.

yelhsa 1d

A Summer in L.A.

Last year’s summer

I moved to South Central

I don’t miss the heat strokes, but it did take a turn

I ended up losing my mental

Driving down LA

It’s a sight to see, all day

They don’t talk about Skid Row

Now I see why so many lost hope

Junkies, they were once someone's loved one

You see them using dope

Just to cope, they’re lost souls

It’s easier to live on the streets

The people out in LA don’t want to see you succeed

Living in my car, bouncing around sober livings

I am surprised I didn’t end up permanently on the streets

In a tent, sitting next to someone’s auntie

I'm grateful for the experience just lost my mind, not completely

South Central, Los Angeles

Land of the not so righteousness

I wrote this poem for an English class, and it got published to Kings River Review 2024.

yelhsa 1d

Weird

Life is so weird, one day you have it all

The next day you are walking down a jail hall.

You stop talking to a person for months,

Suddenly now you have an incoming call.

You say goodbye,

The way life is working, could that be a lie?

You feel uncertain

All the emotions just come bursting.

What's greater than life?

I suppose I just got to try.

If I keep myself closed in, will it be the same,

The same as when is say it, I don't hold it in.

But I talk too much, honestly

I don’t talk enough.

Life is weird,

Like me, and I cheer.

Hoping for my mind to just be clear.

#prosepoetry

yelhsa 1d

Patience

Learning each day to be patient

It's easier said than done, I hate it.

I forgive myself a lot every time I slip

“I'll be okay” is what I tell myself when I start to trip.

I have walked through darker days,

But lately I started using an umbrella,

Life has been raining down on my parade.

I don’t fear losing, I fear success,

With my type of patience, I can’t explain the amount of stress

I have bottled up in my chest!

#prosepoetry

yelhsa 1d

Overwhelmed

My mind is overwhelmed

It has been hard to get into bed.

Sometimes I wish I could turn off my head

But it just doesn't stop, its overflowing

It's like a river, come and sit by the riverbed.

Let me tell you about the knots, the ones in the back of my neck.

It's stressful, I am so over it.

I want to avoid it, like it’s the plague.

#prosepoetry

yelhsa 1d

Can You Love a Narcissistic Father?

I love my Narc, I call him dad or daddy. They say I am daddy’s girl; they say my daddy loves me more! As I grew older, I felt I must go to war just to get a few words. Time passes; can I still love my daddy? My heart hurts, I was once my daddy’s prize possession. Now I look in the mirror and cry, I feel like a bad decision. I am the first born, my daddy’s first girl. I know they tell him “You should call her”, but my daddy is a businessman he has no time for his daughter. As soon as my phone rings, I drop everything. “Hi daddy, I miss you! How have you been?” is what I say every time he calls. He never showed affection, so I always ask myself will I be lucky today, “Bye daddy, I love you!”, I just hear the phone call end. I'm in tears. Can you love a Narcissistic father? I do, it’s just harder

#narc #narcissistic #father

yelhsa 1d

Homeless people need rest too.

Waking up to the sun beaming at my face

I slept grate, only problem I had was my foot was on the break

A good night’s rest in my car is all I needed, you’d be amazed.

A poem written while living in my car. Couldn't find a spot to rest and when I did, I was so tired I forgot to turn off my car.

#homeless #prosepoetry