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Isthisit1218
31/F I like words and I have lots of feelings
I can’t forget the old days, endless weekends, a party for every holiday. Take a left on S Waccamaw, there’s a shed in the back behind the addition. Just walk in. It didn’t matter the day, just bring your face- they had the space If you felt alone. When you couldn’t go home, it wasn’t your home, but you didn’t have to go home. Noah, a tear squeeze, going off on his piano, Ellery, with his sticks and drums, Ted, coming around the corner, to show everyone how it’s done. They wore their hearts on their torn sleeves, if you gave them a night they’d give you what you need. Because Boy will be boys, and they knew how to reach new heights, they’d take you flying with them pulling the sadness out of any night.
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8h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 1:06 PM UTC
Boys will be Boys
My worth was so low I became ravenous. I devoured you for my ego, to reclaim what my birth right starved me of- a safe place in this world. A place with respect and dignity. I wanted to walk as tall as I could down the city streets. I wanted to feel like a giant even though I never grew to be five feet.
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20h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 1:09 AM UTC
Ego
I’m so homesick it hurts. I just want to be horizontal and dream away this world. Going back is not an option, neither is conversing with the dead. Unless I’m alone in my room, where I like to talk to ghost in my head. Sometimes when I’m anxious I grab my phone and send text after text after text. Some would call it a crash out, I just call it every 2nd Tuesday after next. I get so overwhelmed with life’s changes I find myself looking around at all the passing pages. Many days I simply can’t keep up. I love to read and write with excite, but grief has given me thousands of paper cuts. I’m trying my best to mend them all. I’m trying to work through the past and nostalgia’s daily falls. Bruised like fruit, but sweet to my core, I’m trying to fix what’s behind me at the same time I’m trying to soar.
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21h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 12:15 AM UTC
Bruised Fruit
I sit all alone, lost in my phone, circling you. Like a full-blown mental case, wasting endless days wondering if you’ll ever reach out too I want to make you see that forgiving me Could bring peace. I want this for you And I want this for me, too. I want to be free, but can I even be If I try to force you to see the ways I was right and the ways you hurt me? Can i fix the broken by making the broken plead? Or do I let it go, just let it be? Do I sit all alone lost In my phone circling you, waiting for peace from me and you.
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2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 3:30 AM UTC
Circling You
There’s always an endless list of things to be done. You check a few off just to leave the rest undone. I believed I was doing alright until I took a closer look around. All my heroes are dying and I am hated by most in my hometown. I pace my apartment nightly and go on walks to talk to the moon. I never realized how lonely I was until I realized I had really lost you. It felt like I was flying, but it turns out I’ve been falling, slowly unraveling with nothing left to hold me. So, I cling to myself because you are not coming back. I cling to myself because there’s nothing I can do to change that.
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3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 1:15 AM UTC
Not Coming Back
I’ll miss you forever because you are a part of me that exist only in my memory. Forever burned into my mind, I’ll tell our stories until the end of my time. The weekend nights that felt like fortnights, the endless garage parties in roller skates, under disco lights. Tv dinners by candlelight, Playing school all night, never wanting to go home, spending all day outside. We went on trips to the beach and watched the mountain meet the sky, We made each other laugh We made each other cry. We loved each other before We ever knew we’d someday say goodbye. Before broken promises- the most innocent time of my life.
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4d ago
May 29, 2026 at 11:46 PM UTC
Innocent
I’m not competitive because I know how to lose. I can control my thoughts just enough to know a game is for someone with something to prove. When it comes to me and you, I know how it ends. I always do. And all I can say is- get well soon. My words are slick but my heart is smooth. I have wits like lightning and they can strike you too. Illuminating all your truths, leaving you questioning everything you thought you knew. Then you will come back swinging, because they always do. Risking it all just for a round two. Win or lose.
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5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 4:23 PM UTC
Win or Lose
My writing can come and go, and some days are more fluent than others. Somedays the feelings sing, other days they make silence their home. However, I always find the words still hide in tiny cracks of light and swirl effortlessly through my mind, all the time. If I’m alive, I write. No matter if my hands move or it’s all in my mind, I’m filled with endless words to express this endless life.
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7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 1:07 PM UTC
Filled With Words
I say I wish for peace now but it never spells your name. Youre jagged, with hyphened shame.
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 11:16 PM UTC
Chaos
I miss laughing with you the most because it always hurt so good. You always could bring a house down I’d bet even the whole neighborhood. Your gift was laughter curing a multitude of my blues. Gave me the honor of belonging by the power of friendship with you. You were a best friend and soul sister too, a part of my her-story, and precious youth.
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May 17
May 17, 2026 at 12:52 AM UTC
Hurt So Good