HelloQuincy - Hello Poetry

I see a memory pop up on my feed: "January 16, 2016- 1 year ago" It's a quote. It reads: "Lonely. I'm lonely in the frienship way and boyfriend way. I pray every day for something, anything to make this dreaded disease go away." One year later. Which is today. I am alone in my room on a Saturday night. I remember telling myself that things will get better. But I'm just as sad. Just as lonely.

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Feb 23, 2017

Feb 23, 2017 at 12:14 AM UTC

Memories of the Lonely

I see a memory pop up on my feed: "January 16, 2016- 1 year ago" It's a quote. It reads: "Lonely. I'm lonely in the frienship way and boyfriend way. I pray every day for something, anything to make this dreaded disease go away." One year later. Which is today. I am alone in my room on a Saturday night. I remember telling myself that things will get better. But I'm just as sad. Just as lonely.

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I'm lonely. In both the friendship way and a boyfriend way. I no longer feel wanted by my friends and too **** quiet to even have a guy talk to me. It pierces my heart, and also my brain with a gush of longing for love, and comfort. Yet, everyone I know has a group of best friends or a boyfriend. Yet here I am, alone on Friday and Saturday night just wanting to feel loved. I'm so deprived of having fun with other people, that I'm crying. I want someone to just be there for me, because I will always be there for you. I want someone that will make me laugh, because I will always make you laugh. So god, all I want is the feeling of loneliness, and sadness to dismiss. I no longer want to feel lonely. All I want, is a friend.

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Jan 17, 2016

Jan 17, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC

Wanted: A friend

I'm lonely. In both the friendship way and a boyfriend way. I no longer feel wanted by my friends and too **** quiet to even have a guy talk to me. It pierces my heart, and also my brain with a gush of longing for love, and comfort. Yet, everyone I know has a group of best friends or a boyfriend. Yet here I am, alone on Friday and Saturday night just wanting to feel loved. I'm so deprived of having fun with other people, that I'm crying. I want someone to just be there for me, because I will always be there for you. I want someone that will make me laugh, because I will always make you laugh. So god, all I want is the feeling of loneliness, and sadness to dismiss. I no longer want to feel lonely. All I want, is a friend.

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You don't know How much I cry. Because when the words stop, My tears fly. I wish I could control it, But I can't deny. Because for every tear I shed, I wish I was by your side.

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Sep 2, 2015

Sep 2, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC

I Deny Crying by your Side

You don't know How much I cry. Because when the words stop, My tears fly. I wish I could control it, But I can't deny. Because for every tear I shed, I wish I was by your side.

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I say goodbye, And I know you already forgotten about me. Because you know prettier girls, Than I could ever be. And I keep going back to you, Like the fruit on a poisonous tree.

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Aug 16, 2015

Aug 16, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC

I Say Goodbye, You Say Forgotten

I say goodbye, And I know you already forgotten about me. Because you know prettier girls, Than I could ever be. And I keep going back to you, Like the fruit on a poisonous tree.

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Do you know that feeling, When hot water, Feels cold? That is like your love. You give the illusion, Of being good, When deep down, I know you're bad.

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Jul 13, 2015

Jul 13, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC

When Good Means Bad

Do you know that feeling, When hot water, Feels cold? That is like your love. You give the illusion, Of being good, When deep down, I know you're bad.

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No one knows, This hobby of mine, Where I write down thoughts, And try to rhyme. I may be very uncomfortable, When sharing a poem with you, Because I feel my thoughts, Should always stay true. So if I ever shared, A poem with you, I shared it because, I felt comfortable with you.

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Jul 7, 2015

Jul 7, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC

The Life as a Poet

No one knows, This hobby of mine, Where I write down thoughts, And try to rhyme. I may be very uncomfortable, When sharing a poem with you, Because I feel my thoughts, Should always stay true. So if I ever shared, A poem with you, I shared it because, I felt comfortable with you.

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All I see, Is my smile, And can be viewed as, "Out of style". All I see, Are my eyes, That I wish, I could disguise. All I see, Is my hair, Nothing like the others, so why do I compare. All you see, Is my smile, that could go on, for many miles. All you see, Are my eyes, That sparkle, Like the night skies. All you see, Is my hair, That flows, Out of nowhere. All I see, Is nothing like, What you see. We are so critical of ourselves, until we take a step back, And look around.

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Jun 23, 2015

Jun 23, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC

Our Eyes See Differently

All I see, Is my smile, And can be viewed as, "Out of style". All I see, Are my eyes, That I wish, I could disguise. All I see, Is my hair, Nothing like the others, so why do I compare. All you see, Is my smile, that could go on, for many miles. All you see, Are my eyes, That sparkle, Like the night skies. All you see, Is my hair, That flows, Out of nowhere. All I see, Is nothing like, What you see. We are so critical of ourselves, until we take a step back, And look around.

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Hey guys! If you follow me, I'll follow you back. So go ahead and hit that subscribe/follow button! Thanks and have a great day!

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Jun 20, 2015

Jun 20, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC

Follow for Follow

Hey guys! If you follow me, I'll follow you back. So go ahead and hit that subscribe/follow button! Thanks and have a great day!

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You say we're friends, and so do I. But why do you never include me, in this mess of time. But that's okay because sometimes, I don't even like myself around.

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Jun 19, 2015

Jun 19, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC

Left Out

You say we're friends, and so do I. But why do you never include me, in this mess of time. But that's okay because sometimes, I don't even like myself around.

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The shoes were red, and stood at 7 inches high, perfect to look sophisticated, and to feel like she was touching the sky. Everyone criticized her, because they thought she wore them to get attention, and co-workers would confront her, to give her a ***** mention. Only the people don't understand, because she feels self conscious of her height, and the heels are the only opportunity, to make her feel alright. . . . The shoes were brown, covered with mud and dirt, shoe laces tangled in a mess, and didn't have any way to avert. People overlooked him, when he wanted something, because they thought he didn't care, but who are they to be judging! The truth is, in fact he did care, but didn't have enough money, to buy nice shoes to wear. . . . The shoes were neon, like the color of the sun, they had bright shoes laces, that he wears when he runs. People thought they were ugly, because they were off brand, and they lacked the character, that all the cool shoes had. But really he was trying, to just fit in, but they would reject him, every time he begins. . . . Be kind, for everyone is fighting a conflict, that you know nothing about, so don't judge nor depict.

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Jun 16, 2015

Jun 16, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC

Walk their Shoes

The shoes were red, and stood at 7 inches high, perfect to look sophisticated, and to feel like she was touching the sky. Everyone criticized her, because they thought she wore them to get attention, and co-workers would confront her, to give her a ***** mention. Only the people don't understand, because she feels self conscious of her height, and the heels are the only opportunity, to make her feel alright. . . . The shoes were brown, covered with mud and dirt, shoe laces tangled in a mess, and didn't have any way to avert. People overlooked him, when he wanted something, because they thought he didn't care, but who are they to be judging! The truth is, in fact he did care, but didn't have enough money, to buy nice shoes to wear. . . . The shoes were neon, like the color of the sun, they had bright shoes laces, that he wears when he runs. People thought they were ugly, because they were off brand, and they lacked the character, that all the cool shoes had. But really he was trying, to just fit in, but they would reject him, every time he begins. . . . Be kind, for everyone is fighting a conflict, that you know nothing about, so don't judge nor depict.

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