Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
FreePandora
FreePandora
21/F
I never planned on falling in love with you. In fact, I tried my hardest not to. All those efforts? All that time? It amounted to nothing. I failed. However, I have never been happier not to succeed. I adore you. Every little thing. You, make me better. You, make me love everything. You. I love you. I can’t explain it. I can’t describe it. Too many words. Too few words. I can’t. I want to, but I can’t. So, I’m asking you to accept this. My love. I wish that these words, These, unworthy, Unexpressive, Uncreative words, find their mark. I hope they speak to your soul. The same way that they speak to mine. A burning whisper that excites and calms. You, mean everything to me. I love you, with all my heart.
0
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 12:12 AM UTC
A Beautiful Failure
You don’t get to come back You can keep your lies I know you didn’t try Lighting up is all you had in your eyes So me and guys and her We suffered from the choices per The addiction you let control you Separated One with drugs One who lost One with debt And one who died We all cried We mourned what you took What you stole What we lost We can’t retrieve that time But the four of us No, three, That’s two for me Will make it up So when you hear me And ask, When you can come back The answer is When you clean up your act
0
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC
You Don’t Get to Come Back
And it was strange, After all that time Our paths crossed again Back then, We weren’t ready. Too awkward, Too immature, Too young. But now, We are settled in who we are, We’re still fun, but we’ve grown some, We’ve aged, Quite beautifully I might add. Maybe now, After all this time After growing apart We’ve grown back together Maybe now We’re ready.
0
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 2:36 PM UTC
Ready
It dances on my tongue It’s like fire in my lungs With every sip I forget And my body feels numb My brain finally calms I feel a peace now My eyes start to close Some momentary bliss I’m numb Just drunk enough to feel better Not drunk enough to die That’s the way that I like it Somewhere in between awake and not I just can’t stand to feel anymore I hate myself That ***** but That’s the truth I have nothing to offer And even though I know that’s a lie I still can’t help but to believe it I try so hard But I always come short They tell me I’m wrong That I have so much to offer But I can’t see that all the time Only some times And the times that I don’t I feel that it’s wrong So here I am Drinking what could be coffee And what could be *** and coke But I think we all know it’s the latter I just want to quit Quit life Quit existence But I know that’s no option And I’m sorry that crossed my mind It’s another way I failed It seems like that’s all I do lately But I try I swear to God I try This God that I want to believe in And I see all my friends on fire for him And I want that I crave that But I don’t even know if I truly believe Do I? Or do I just want to? Maybe that’s what’s really wrong I don’t know I hate not knowing But you can’t know Not with something like this But there has to be I refuse to believe there is not God Because if there is not Why the hell have I suffered so There has to be a reason I need there to be a plan Is it so bad to believe in God out of desperation? What if that’s all I have? Have I completely failed? I have And I hate that I can’t even survive on my own God, I just want some release And that is such a dangerous prayer It’s like asking for forgiveness or patience You know what they say about that You ask for it Then get opportunities instead That’s not what I want I want an answer I want to release the fire in my veins I want to know that my life meant something That way I can leave this place I can die Knowing I left it just a little better But I will never know that And I can’t leave some of these people And so my sentence For all the wrong I’ve done Is survival And it feels like a violation Of any claim I have to the eighth amendment And I’m sorry I’m sorry that this is how I feel I’m sorry for being this way I’m sorry for making your lives harder I’m sorry So if this was my letter That letter people write to say goodbye I’d tell you thank you Thank you for helping me live this long For making me smile and laugh That you for giving me things to look forward to Thank you for so so much There is no way I could write it all down But that’s not what this is I won’t die tonight I’m just drunk And even if I wasn’t I wouldn’t It may be trivial but I have conventions to go to My cat to snuggle Cows to meet And people I love Even if I can’t love me.
0
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC
Just A Little Drunk
It dances on my tongue It’s like fire in my lungs With every sip I forget And my body feels numb My brain finally calms I feel a peace now My eyes start to close Some momentary bliss I’m numb Just drunk enough to feel better Not drunk enough to die That’s the way that I like it Somewhere in between awake and not I just can’t stand to feel anymore I hate myself That ***** but That’s the truth I have nothing to offer And even though I know that’s a lie I still can’t help but to believe it I try so hard But I always come short They tell me I’m wrong That I have so much to offer But I can’t see that all the time Only some times And the times that I don’t I feel that it’s wrong So here I am Drinking what could be coffee And what could be *** and coke But I think we all know it’s the latter I just want to quit Quit life Quit existence But I know that’s no option And I’m sorry that crossed my mind It’s another way I failed It seems like that’s all I do lately But I try I swear to God I try This God that I want to believe in And I see all my friends on fire for him And I want that I crave that But I don’t even know if I truly believe Do I? Or do I just want to? Maybe that’s what’s really wrong I don’t know I hate not knowing But you can’t know Not with something like this But there has to be I refuse to believe there is not God Because if there is not Why the hell have I suffered so There has to be a reason I need there to be a plan Is it so bad to believe in God out of desperation? What if that’s all I have? Have I completely failed? I have And I hate that I can’t even survive on my own God, I just want some release And that is such a dangerous prayer It’s like asking for forgiveness or patience You know what they say about that You ask for it Then get opportunities instead That’s not what I want I want an answer I want to release the fire in my veins I want to know that my life meant something That way I can leave this place I can die Knowing I left it just a little better But I will never know that And I can’t leave some of these people And so my sentence For all the wrong I’ve done Is survival And it feels like a violation Of any claim I have to the eighth amendment And I’m sorry I’m sorry that this is how I feel I’m sorry for being this way I’m sorry for making your lives harder I’m sorry So if this was my letter That letter people write to say goodbye I’d tell you thank you Thank you for helping me live this long For making me smile and laugh That you for giving me things to look forward to Thank you for so so much There is no way I could write it all down But that’s not what this is I won’t die tonight I’m just drunk And even if I wasn’t I wouldn’t It may be trivial but I have conventions to go to My cat to snuggle Cows to meet And people I love Even if I can’t love me.
Continue reading...
110
You were like black coffee Bitter But lovely Your soul was dark And strong Not everyone could appreciate you But the ones who did Truly did
0
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
Black Coffee
I, The extroverted wallflower Want you to see me, While you look right past me. I, The extroverted wallflower Want to stand out While I blend in. I, The extroverted wallflower Want you to close your lips And talk to me. I, The extroverted wallflower Want to be alone In a room of people   I the extroverted wallflower Want you to know who I am While you know nothing of me. I the extroverted wallflower Am privately open. I, The extroverted wallflower Am neither here Nor gone.
0
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
Wallflower
Your voice was like velvet It danced in my ears To a tune so sweet and so kind They were words that I knew but the rhythm was new   So soon that your soul danced with mine We twirled through the tables And the lines oh so long We tapped by the ice cream and cones We swung past the dishes and the forks and the spoons We could not stop us we flew through the air And one point at lunch I looked up and you It was then that I knew My soul had found The one whom it loved Somewhere between accents and lunch tables.
0
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC
Accents and Lunch Tables
My mind is fading The dust is settling in It suffocates me I want to say I love you But dementia won’t let me
0
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
Dementia
There were stars They were above us And in our eyes There we stars As your hands gently rested on my hips And mine were clasped behind your neck There were stars As we gently swayed back and forth And the cool fall air Pushed us closer for warmth There were stars In the way that you looked at me And in the way that I looked at you There were stars in our souls And in the way that we loved There were stars
0
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 3:54 AM UTC
There Were Stars
In that moment, It was just me and you The world ceased to exist And left us alone In that moment You held me as I broke I told you I was scared And you told me that it was okay In that moment You made my admission of fear sound like a declaration of strength And not a confession of weakness In that moment I loved you
0
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
In That Moment