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27/F/American Queer, how I misinterpreted the designations of doom.
I only feel safe with you, in your bed and under your sheets, in your arms listening to your heart beat I am drowning when I am home alone, I am so scared of myself and my malignant intentions, Things that to you, I never wish to mention I am ashamed of these thoughts, the ones that sadly calms my head, the ones in which I am always dead But then I get to see you again, and my heart swells so full and beats so fast, I look into your eyes and my fears crash But I cannot be with you constantly, So I sink into you for a moment as these feelings begin to return, And those feelings are the ones that truly burn
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Jul 5, 2023
Jul 5, 2023 at 3:27 PM UTC
I love you
is to write about my dying mother, perhaps as damage control to help begin to heal the gaping wound that she will leave behind with me
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Jun 26, 2023
Jun 26, 2023 at 3:00 PM UTC
All I know, now
"take it day by day" they say, but how can I do that when some days are so beautiful, with the sunshine upon my face & the grass between my fingers. but how can I do that when some days the rug is pulled from under me, with broken hands desperately reaching & nothing to grab ahold of to steady me. some days I drown and some days I swim, but most days I just want to stay in.
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Jun 15, 2023
Jun 15, 2023 at 9:55 AM UTC
Teeter
you tell me you wish to develop cancer I hate you for saying that my mother is dying from brain cancer and you have the audacity to say you wish the same for yourself I pray to any higher being that you learn how much you've hurt me for saying that
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Jun 14, 2023
Jun 14, 2023 at 5:04 PM UTC
I don't want to hate you
My father is 54 My mother will be 55 My brother is 21 My father cannot lift over 30 lbs without dropping dead My mother cannot lift herself from her bed My father can only survive on an array of medications My mother survives by the grace of Adonai and Radiation My brother wants to **** himself with a gun he says one day he will get a license I beg him to stay with me, I try to talk some sense My father can no longer do the things that he loves My mother can no longer do most things in general My brother's misery is congenital I beg them to stay with me but can only do so much God has turned his back on us
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Mar 23, 2023
Mar 23, 2023 at 4:55 PM UTC
Left to fend for ourselves
Two to Five years they're saying and god only knows that I cannot live without my Mother's love
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Mar 23, 2023
Mar 23, 2023 at 4:22 PM UTC
My mother is dying
"I'm treading carefully" you say with lips that touch mine so sweetly like warm chamomile that heats my body A fire is meant to be kindled and here you are stoking the flames slowly and gently but you swear you can't do it that you're still too damaged And so my flames die out and I wonder is it worth trying to keep my fire when we both know that neither of us are able to nurture it especially not right now But one day I want you to come and see if we can light it again
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Mar 3, 2023
Mar 3, 2023 at 9:28 AM UTC
Come and See
My world has come crashing down on top of me like the Eastern front of Belarus where the Nazis took so much where they massacred my family I've worked so hard all these years just for fate to decide that I'm unworthy of any type of love or safety I am now being burned inside my own home I can hear laughing outside My family always told me how scared they were that I would be alone in this world that they would never see me happy Unfortunately the oracle was right
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Mar 2, 2023
Mar 2, 2023 at 3:40 PM UTC
Prophecy Fufilled
It came to me again the other day & sprawled itself across my skin, trembling like a Richter Scale, The Great Valdivia Earthquake, blurred my vision, slicked my tongue, sharpened my teeth, I felt it give out beneath my feet.
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
Untitled
I know that you hurt for I hurt for you, and I know the pain in your bones that you feel, heavy, like lead sinking under the layers of an ocean. It's an awful feeling, the feelings we feel but this pain, your pain, it makes life real. And I know you won't believe me when I say, that the dull ache in your body will fade, and you will wake up with butterflies fluttering in your lungs, and you will breathe in the music that life sings for you. Stay strong for the world would miss you if you left it.
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Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
Stay