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Jesska
I write what I feel. I'm not particularly a rhyming poet although it does happen. I live to be free though my words, my movements, and my emotions, and also to let all of those concepts flow cohesively from the inside. That is all. I don't need admiration or praise. I just want at least one person to know what I feel, even if it is a complete stranger. I do appreciate feedback. I know I could use some tips. Thanks you for any support you offer.
The words that can't be said, Just feelings traveling through non-existent space, telepathically yelling at you. Can you read the text in my eyes? Nope I'm trapped in silence for that I am sorry My brain say so much to you How is the reception?
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
Telepathic Space
I created a black hole in my mind It was a receptacle for all of the  negative energy The outside world pushing in. It was where I kept the slanderous words about my sanity Where I kept the I hate you(s) the you'll never(s) the you cannot(s) and the you will fail(s) all told by my outside world I begged all, please don't tell me what I can do and please don't tell me what to think PLEASE DON'T TELL ME HOW TO BE ME ... don't assume where I am going or where I need to be. Shall I push all of this into one ultimate singularity? To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. On the other end I created a white hole It is a safe haven for positive energy It is my inner feelings pushing out It is where I keep my freedom and peace of mind Where I keep the I love you's the forevermore(s) the you are capable(s) and the you will succeed(s) all created by my inner-self I freed myself I listen to myself I think my own thoughts. I DECIDE HOW TO BE ME ... I don't know where I am going or where I need to be But one thing is for certain.... I AM FREE
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
I decided how to be me.
I regret to inform you that I just don't care. You were a crutch and I am sorry. I stopped stealing your energy once guilt set in I came clean. It is surprising to me, you still want to be friends I do not want you I do not love you I do not want to be with you Your feelings are erroneous You should not love me. Something inside of me becomes frustrated, you will never understand my point I want to continue these tortuous habits you make me want to beat it out I feel as if I need to teach you, the harshness of others This malice that I bring.... Do you deserve it? Do you invite it? Do you need it? It seems you do Keep begging for the misery and I shall deliver. This is just the ***** inside of me
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
The ***** inside of me
I don't wanna be in vain I don't wannabe Shield yourself from the arrows That aim for your heart Stay true to the cause Your here now And time is running out Don't wanna be in vain Don't wannabe All emotion evades me Can't find the reason Can't find that love To believe is treason Of my heart Holding on to the Darkness that roams Fear of the light Keeps me searching the night Facing my fears Gone towards the light Holdin' my tears Your hands on my ears My hands in the fire Tears burn And the liar's right No one's in sight On a train to the end Thats right Gone with the wind Alright Never comprehend The fear that tied your life And now your gone Descend the darkness That you keep inside Cloud your vengeance In a ray of light Demons shelter the sickness That grows and won't take flight Vicious and cunning You twist my words into something I never said Made up assumptions Stories and conjunctions The truth is fiction to you And the lies move on And the lies stand strong
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
Love Searching Destruction
dissipated and disillusioned worms eating through the last splinters of the rotting universal wood. the last transmission of regret sent electronically, spluttered, into a tissue; in a moment of self indulgent ********** live showings of vicious execution, transmitted directly from the electromagnetic waves into the alpha waves of the young and naive. Desensitization, the last drops of humanity into complete disengagement. endlessly recycled bohemian ideologies whispered into the ear of the eager idealist. spreading like fire, before burning out into the uncatchable reverie up with the stars, with all the other reveries, shining bright, intangible. Instant dismissal from the old man, as the big curtain draws. Cynicism and fragmented past, falling on apathetic eyes, a proud man treat with a padded hand. faux sympathetic tones, blushing cheeks on old bones. Begging with your body crumbling to dust with the disinterested doc, looking at the clock counting the milliseconds to the paycheck. Decomposing until you can be swept under the perpetual rug with the rest, Vacuum.
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
Vacuum
she danced her way through the dark night, a soul lost into the evil darkness, but she must not be fooled by the mask evil wears, because she is naive and young and she doesn't like what she is becoming and what the world has made of her innocent heart, she is a prisoner, trapped into her own little black world, but she wants escape, escape that can only be provided by suicide.
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
the ballerina
You hid yourself from me Details were unknown... Except the obvious details everyone knows your job where you live what you listen to I was supposed to be the one you wanted to share with. You tricked me into believing that you wanted me involved in your life. I hear others talk about you and I feel like I NEVER knew you. The person I knew was gentle he was patient understanding sensitive and genuinely cared, shy and reserved and the right amount of fun I hear the things you have to say They don't sound like you at all. So I fight. Angry words you will never hear from me Just from those who listened It fits. You were too busy to talk face to face I can no longer be in love with someone who isn't real You showed me something other than yourself A ghost is who I fell in love with. I can no longer tend to a broken heart caused by fake realities I can no longer cry for those who never existed I can cry for the pain of trickery, for being so blind but not for a ghost. Not anymore.
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
Mourning for emotional ghosts.
The rain is awkward today it falls straight, in a logical matter There is no wind to speak of It feels like the liquid that pours from my eyes Straight forward Pained by the standards of others They do not accept my kind There is no intersection of understanding No wind... It seems to pour as I begin to think and only stops when I find resolve
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
Typical symbol of rain
She didn't know the love he had She didn't know all the beautiful things he did just for her smile He worked in a cloak in the dead of night, Planning a life for the 2 of them Plans for two mean nothing, when only one knows How could he say nothing and do so much? So she is BROKEN and confused while thinking their love was onesided Her friends knew how he felt. He talked to them But no words were given to the one who needed them the most. Lonely is the heart who loves the emotionally timid Just talk to me Tell me the things you can share so easily with everyone else Just say it Or else I'll never know.
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
Words Mean Things...