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CarelessCestare
CarelessCestare
15/M Just a sad dude who likes to write some poetry
Don't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. Cuz who's gonna be there to keep you warm when you burn out? You can say this person and that person, But is anyone really a guarantee? Just... Keep yourself warm, healthy and happy, And it'll spread to others too!
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Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 3:36 AM UTC
Warmth
They say it’s better to have loved and lost Than to have never loved at all. Is that really true? Is it true if that love mentally destroyed you?
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Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 8:32 AM UTC
Love and Loss
It's always the straw that breaks the camel's back That straw is always the most memorable of them But where would that straw be, If not for any of the other beautiful little flaws?
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Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC
Straws
Every day, in my mind, A battle between light and dark ensues My light, My innocence, My values and resilience. None of that was light enough For the shadows of my past The plaguing regret, The guilt, shame and defeat Backed into a corner, With nowhere else to go Almost defeated by my own self Ready to throw the towel in But you came along, You beautiful Ray of golden sun! You see my flickering light and nurture it I am not alone in this.
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 1:08 AM UTC
A Light in the Dark
They say it takes 21 days To drop a bad habit. It’s been more than 3 weeks without you Why do you still plague my mind?
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Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 11:36 AM UTC
Habits
I did what they told me to, I followed my heart, But, in the same process, I lost my mind.
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 11:25 PM UTC
Heart/Mind
Thorns 'round my heart And this weight on my soul One day I last longer One day I lose control Draining my energy Till I'm left lying On the bed for hours I shouldn't be trying To hold on to anyone else Is to lose a part of myself 'Cause in the end they all leave me Just an empty bottle on the shelf And through everyone that's left I can call this silver blade my friend A temporary distraction 'Til I reach my very end I want people to care Lemme tell you, I do But everyone'll just pass me by And I don't doubt even you Will someday be another one That I let see me down But instead of helping you packed your bags And walked out of my town Unable to scream, Unable to fight Time for me to give up I've used up all of my might These vines growing stronger Keeping me all tied up My will to go on further You've taken from my cup
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
Drained
Bloodletting is such a medieval practice You used to think that opening up your skin Will rid you of any sickness you have? Then again, Who am I to judge? I do the same thing for sicknesses in my own mind It's an even less effective solution, But I feel that it works. Even just for a short bit.
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC
Bloodletting
Driving down the highway The rain is pouring The traffic is building The drops pitter patter on the rooftop But ahead A bridge If I reach it I’ll be fine Under it’s calmer As I wait beneath this cover It’s almost peaceful It’s almost silent But, Alas The traffic will clear And I’ll have to leave The bridge that brought me peace And as the wheels leave The solace of the bridge The rain hits A little harder now It’s all louder than it was before More chaotic More painful The rain booms now all around
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC
A Bridge in the Rain
Honestly, I'd take a bullet for anyone. At least it'd come with the closure of saving a life, No matter which life it is. Or maybe push someone away from a bus or oncoming car Maybe take up firefighting or join the police force Take on people thrice my size to let someone else away Put myself in whatever danger's way to save others And that's the thing about me. I don't value my life. My life means nothing if I'm not saving others. I'd trade my life to anyone in need, cause odds are, They value theirs more than I value mine. One day I hope I'll be able to step up in one of these ways Because dead men share no intents. They'd call the intents heroic and selfless While I know the intents as suicidal and selfish.
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Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC
Suicidal Heroicism