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Earthchild
Earthchild
Canadian November 19th 12:37 2014
Here I am My skin is saddening She holds the barrier with life She holds out against the world She has taken the battering of time Frail as a leaflet in a decaying newspaper She yearns for the soft embrace For time to heal Time to forget all left wounds She was once diminished by strong crimson lines But now there are three Three crimson line born anew Crimson lines to match the soft pale blue
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Mar 30, 2023
Mar 30, 2023 at 11:46 PM UTC
Here I am
I am selling myself short to me I degrade I ruin I insult myself You are not good enough at that You are not strong enough You are not deserving You must be prettier You must be kinder You must strive for more knowledge The world is burning, my brain burns, my heart burns I am selling myself short because I don’t know how to sell myself for what I am worth. I sell myself short because I don’t know how to determine my worth I sell myself short because people can calculate for me what I am worth but I can’t understand their math I sell myself short
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Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 8:55 PM UTC
Selling myself short
I'm feeling super run down and sad. Its been a while, it sometimes comes and goes and other days are better. But its so hard, its mostly at nights where there is nothing to distract my brain. Maybe its even when i am just at home. I feel alone, and i know people are around me to care. I just can't bring myself to feel cared for. I just hate myself for some reason and so strongly that I can't control it and don't know where it is coming from. Its hard for me to recognize my future and if I have any potential. I have been striving to obtain happiness but I have no idea what happiness is because I haven't felt it for such a long long time. I can't remember when I carelessly laughed. I also might just be feeling bad for my self. Maybe I'm just being dumb and don't need anything. I want to seek a future where I can breathe fresh air and that's all I need to bring me joy. I want to be able to be alone and not feel lonely any more. I want to embrace my own silence and be able to control my brain. K want to know where my insecurities and self hatred stem from. I want to learn how to feel loved and how to give love to other people within my own realm of comfort. I'm lost and confused.
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Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
I miss my love
I haven't written in a while I'm a changed woman now My life has flourished I have persevered Many of you may not remember me Nor may I host significant value Importance Or face But I am here and I am me My mother murdered her thundering Soul And this has changed me Brought me insight To my life And how I should be Who and what I should be How I should love And how I should Live.
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Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 3:28 AM UTC
2018
I witnessed life and death In the same week Death Listened to a heart breaking phone call My loves voice on one end His voice Broken shards of glass As I heard him choke out the words "My friend was killed in a car crash" My dear friend (who is reading this) I don't expect you to understand That Death is the ultimatum That Death has the ability to destroy Many things in our lives It succeeds with so little effort It may send the people who are effected off the rails Or it may push some to their own SUCCESS, now that destiny is up to the individual. To take the reigns and guide their life Life I witnessed life this week The bonding of a couple in love Quite frankly I don't know the couple My dear friend (who is reading this) That LOVE is the ultimatum It will twist individuals into their Personal growth Or it can simply destroy one. It takes compassion and trust As you are giving yourself to someone To care To allow growth But love is evil at times, people tend to abuse the power of love Life and Death Take balance But you must experience it all to LIVE
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
Life and Death
Depression is a disease like any other It can be less complex than a flu or it can be as fatal as cancer. Although there is a broad spectrum to the severity of depression, I lost my mother to this deadly disease Depression is not a feeling of the person you love not loving you back, it's not listening to heartbreak songs in your room alone and it's hardly anything to romanticize. Depression is corrupting, it takes away the life of a person, slowly or quickly with a snap of your fingers. Although death of a family member is life altering in any circumstance when you loose someone from depression you feel cheated, as it was an unforeseen death and you had no thought of saying good byes or simply being able to tell them that you loved them just one last time.
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
Thought
Winter tangled my long wavy hair Gold pools from the roots of my head Down down down to my hips The blue and purple bruises that flower under my eyes show my age Slight flickering of candle light in my forest emerald eyes Pale porcelain skin touched by wind kisses Lips chapped, cracked liked the earths crust Tired Tired Tired
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
Mirror
I sat on the cold hard ground My tears soft as the velvet cloudless sky Slowly breathing Inhaling one star at a time Trying to light up my mind Feeling the ice crack within my lungs Everything is in slow motion My blood no longer runs like a rapid thundering river Slowly it seeps through the broken arteries of my heart So much has changed, I think of how much I have aged I can feel the invisible demons clawing their way back I will sigh as I can hardly control them As they multiply like a virus They are silently waiting now Waiting for something The perfect moment to release their toxins But for now I lay on the silent ground Listening to the earth breath Allowing the winter night to swallowing me Nature keeping the demons at bay
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Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
Indigo
I can't believe she's gone I still expect her to walk throught the front doors with our dog Shilo My dogs tail would be wagging her goofy tounge hanging out of her mouth My dad would go and embrace her in his warm bear hug Kissing her gently She would tell us about her run How the wind was so fierce How Shilo went chasing after deer in the park and how worried she was when she ran away But only to have her come bounding back over the frozen underbrush **** All I can think of now is my mom in that car listening to the iPod with the music pulsating into her ears Slowly drifting of into a never ending sleep Shilo would lay down between the seats, where her droopy dog eyes would slowly close to dream about chasing rabbits or deer in the park **** It's a never ending film that keep replaying in my sorrowed mind.
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
December 8th 2014 6:13pm
Standing just outside the chapel doors My brother holding the urn that held your ashes My sister on his left, I on his right I told myself "hold it together, hold it together" God, I didn't want to cry But just as the musician started playing the piano Tears welled up within my sorrowed eyes My heart started to beat so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest I felt the eyes of so many people follow us as we walked down what seemed to be an everlasting walk All the people who loved you That had been affected by your spirit By the loss of your beautiful soul Lighting the candles that surrounded you was so ******* hard My hand was shaking so hard Tears blurred my vision Why had this terrible disease chosen you to conquer, why would depressions demons choose such a selfless human being to take from such a loving family
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
Dear Mom