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Jan
Jan
21/M/PH To where the universe wants me to
I thought I would be able to take off the make up Yet still, I was to die from an instant process How hysterical thinking I could take it off Thinking I would not need the smile I always bring It was s o funny that still with this and all of that I would still **** myself slowly with a dash of acids Acids for the wounds to make it more excruciating I love it when things goes wrong as they always will Yet I can not take off this contour and show my face For the goddess said I was hideous without make up How hysterical for giving me this commandment I would laugh all day and not die in flash For I would prefer the more fathomable manner To die slowly as I make the goddess smile She smiles for how hysterical I make of myself
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Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 12:00 AM UTC
Hysterical, is it?
If I were to write another poem let it be for you Let the thought count and the feeling true For I want to hold on to this words The words I think to best describe the sorts To think that I would be writing after sometime After stopping for a while to think of the wasted time I have concluded that I will keep you forever To be with you whenever and wherever As the moments slip from my hand, none is wasted For the moments was spent well as it was said Yet there was never enough moment for us As the world was still to prove its cruelty in a fuzz It showed us the beauty still it craves confusion Put us to misery, then let us swallow frustration To challenge us a million time, still was never enough Showed us oasis, to never know it was bluff Yet still I stand beside you with all of these atrocity Hold your hand up high enough for the world to see That I will love you whether the moon hits sun Until I prove to you that always you are second to none I may write another poem for you Just please know that my love for you is true
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Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 8:36 AM UTC
Another poem
Edit a comment due to mistakes Why was the comment even made Thought for sometime But was never given some thinking Edit it to make it more effective But why comment such words Only to show you emotion Yet ruin others post Because they hit a spot Or you just hate the face So finish editing The hate comment you just made
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Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 8:22 PM UTC
Finish editing
As I write these endless, meaningless text I've come to recognize that I am mad Mad with the idea that your smile makes wonder What crazy are you to accept me in my best How unstable was I for you to give me peace So now I start again at the beginning To give you a thousand poems from this void And give you words you deserve To these one thousand thoughts I would give you You think of me not as an illusion But a reality owned by you And be the foundation of what I call living
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Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 11:27 PM UTC
On the way to my thousand
You never wanted me to leave Yet you wanted me to be the best You never wanted me to be hurt Yet you wanted me to learn You never wanted me get angry Yet you wanted me to be a better person You sacrificed so much and I noticed so little Yet I can not even say "I love you" You wished only the best for me Still I denied your dreams You took all the pain I provided Yet you still wake up everyday You worked unimaginable hours Yet you smile when you see me All you wanted for me is to succeed So just you wait I will fulfill your wishes
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Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 7:45 AM UTC
A FATHER'S WISH
I never thought to of being like this The fact that I would care this much bothers me I hate the fact that they see you as a conquest Like you are a mountain they wish to conquer Please see that you are a being worthy of all graces For you possess a beauty compared to Aphrodite With a smile to compliment each action And a laughter that would sought a soul Yet people see you as a wild flower by the park They tend to pick you out from your own roots Appreciate you as if part of their collection And slowly you die inside as they go on Oh my, oh my, who could have thought of this That I would care this much and still it bothers me That I would go on everyday thinking of if's If you would let me, I would give the stars If you would let me, I would walk down this earth If you would let me, I would court you everyday So please tread cautiously, cause it bothers me
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Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 4:47 PM UTC
It does bother me
To what am I about to do, who would speak up Who has the concern to tell me what is right Who would care to tell me what is wrong Maybe I was to like this person with such ploy Her boyish actions speak louder than any word Her rough handle breaks through any barrier She may be hard but her smile was soft I guess she is still a woman after all So to whom it may concern really i ask? If I like her and all her bewitching flaws
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May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 7:54 AM UTC
To whom it may concern
I have to reach this end Yet unsatisfied I am The unfinished story The unclear chapter To what end is this about An open ending in the end Would the goodbyes be bid Or would you leave with no trace To what end? I ask? Answer me in clear language For clearance of it all To finally find peace And live this accursed life
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 3:31 AM UTC
To what end?
I came up of words from the deepest hole of my mind Only to notice that these words was not meant for anything I created phrases from the light spotted from my emptiness Only to notice I make the most senseless sentence I made the most diverse stories out of nothing special And to me these stories were astounding than they look I experienced the most priceless and life-threatening travels Yet I never left the place where everything took place I conquered countless inconceivable demons Yet my battles with them was never to the point of end I saw an infinite amount of succubus as I continue Only to realize I was never interested in their bargains I flew around the vast universe continuously Still I never saw where I would belong the best I made a thousand life-defining decisions Then why can’t I see the meaning of my life I received an infinite amount of blessings Then I realize who am I to deserve this grace In the end I have created a number of poems Yet this doesn’t seem to deserving of a title I guess I am not that of an effective writer after all
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Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 11:45 PM UTC
Untitled
I See no evil because I am in lockdown' I hear no evil because I am social distancing. I speak no evil because I am wearing a mask.
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Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 9:52 AM UTC
Monkey Business.