Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
LadyScottishPlay
LadyScottishPlay
16/Two-Spirit/Stockholm "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion." / - John Keating, The Dead Poets' Society
Your life has been hard, It has And you're not even seventeen yet You've just learned to wear your hair in a ponytail, Even though it doesn't cover your face as well Now everyone can see that face, That tiny little forehead, And those eyes that aren't quite green or gray or blue, But full of hope Hope, That is the color of your eyes When you look in the mirror and hate yourself to pieces When you wanted to grab a pair of scissors and cut off those beautiful belly rolls And when you wanted to carve out a new shape for your nose Ther's still hope, In your eyes Because that is what your made of, and it shines through Every time you've been broken down Countless times Every day on your way to school Stepping through the gates of hell on earth When they called you names The sticks and stones Staring at you in the corridor When you got through your ninth year When you saw your grandmother and all the safety she was die, For the third time When you realized that this time she wasn't coming back When you told your dad you hated him, And every time you realize you still do When they crushed you There was still hope left in you, if only the smallest grain You always believed there would be a better day, Even when you sunk the blade of a pocket knife into your own skin, And you could barely see through the tears in your eyes, And you mom cried, And she held you, And you said "No, you'll gett blood all over yourself" And she screamed a little, And there and then, at fourteen years old you thought that this, This is rock bottom You knew the only way out was through, You knew And that's why you made it, Because no matter how sure you were that you'd given up you never really had. That's why you, Eleven years old, You didn't jump , You didn't No matter how hard you believed in the freedom of bones cracking, In just a second Floating away, You never managed to convince yourself it would be worth it, Because what if the sun will rise tomorrow and you will be okay? Maybe that won't happen for another week or ten or twenty years But it still wouldn't be wort it, Because WHAT IF You don't want to miss out, You don't want to be the jinx, Miss your whole life just because you got tired so you left early, So instead you flew Because you knew You' pull trough And you did You bright bright ray of light You brilliant star Even though you are covered in scars And that's okay, It's okay Now look in the mirror, Look me in the eye, And say after me                                                              It's okay                                               You did it                            It's over now
0
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 4:43 PM UTC
Letter to Me
Your life has been hard, It has And you're not even seventeen yet You've just learned to wear your hair in a ponytail, Even though it doesn't cover your face as well Now everyone can see that face, That tiny little forehead, And those eyes that aren't quite green or gray or blue, But full of hope Hope, That is the color of your eyes When you look in the mirror and hate yourself to pieces When you wanted to grab a pair of scissors and cut off those beautiful belly rolls And when you wanted to carve out a new shape for your nose Ther's still hope, In your eyes Because that is what your made of, and it shines through Every time you've been broken down Countless times Every day on your way to school Stepping through the gates of hell on earth When they called you names The sticks and stones Staring at you in the corridor When you got through your ninth year When you saw your grandmother and all the safety she was die, For the third time When you realized that this time she wasn't coming back When you told your dad you hated him, And every time you realize you still do When they crushed you There was still hope left in you, if only the smallest grain You always believed there would be a better day, Even when you sunk the blade of a pocket knife into your own skin, And you could barely see through the tears in your eyes, And you mom cried, And she held you, And you said "No, you'll gett blood all over yourself" And she screamed a little, And there and then, at fourteen years old you thought that this, This is rock bottom You knew the only way out was through, You knew And that's why you made it, Because no matter how sure you were that you'd given up you never really had. That's why you, Eleven years old, You didn't jump , You didn't No matter how hard you believed in the freedom of bones cracking, In just a second Floating away, You never managed to convince yourself it would be worth it, Because what if the sun will rise tomorrow and you will be okay? Maybe that won't happen for another week or ten or twenty years But it still wouldn't be wort it, Because WHAT IF You don't want to miss out, You don't want to be the jinx, Miss your whole life just because you got tired so you left early, So instead you flew Because you knew You' pull trough And you did You bright bright ray of light You brilliant star Even though you are covered in scars And that's okay, It's okay Now look in the mirror, Look me in the eye, And say after me                                                              It's okay                                               You did it                            It's over now
Continue reading...
76
It's like that feeling When you're a little kid and you've lost track of your parent at the mall Running around aimlessly Tugging at the sleeve of anyone who might be them Who might be the one you're looking for Might be safety in the lawless crowd Might take you home The escalating panic with every new face, every wrong face, Every judging gaze And seeing that the worst case scenario, you might die stuck right here and hopelessly alone All I can think of now As we walk across the bridge Discussing feminism and things they never ever understood, As you opened your mouth to catch a snowflake on that holy tongue Is that I found you You caught me on the tip of your tongue and I found you I always hated how people say they "clicked" But now I get it, Not a click but that soft sound Of the the last jigsaw sliding into place That's what happened when I met you I made sense dear best friend, Twin soul, When they mistook us for lovers, Or siblings I only ever felt flattered To have you in my puzzle You are the prettiest part of my picture You are the best "click" I ever heard You are a sincere **** you" to anyone who ever crossed me You are everything I owe you Everything I owe you
0
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 2:50 PM UTC
Jigsaw
And there she was And tears were streaming down her perfect little face And I whispered "I will never leave you" And I knew then That was all she’d ever wanted to hear
0
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC
Stuff of Dreams
I can’t shake This feeling Of drowning Pleasantly Terribly Honestly Hopelessly Hopefully I want to cry And scream And smile And tear my gut open to let out the millions and millions of butterflies Because they hurt So nicely But so, so Much And I didn’t know you could really crave a person Like this Their presence Face Hands Laughter Touch Voice Their being This scares me And I don’t For the life of me Want it to stop
0
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 12:51 PM UTC
Bittersweet
Late summer 2018, There I stood Waiting in line for the toilet at a subterranean bus terminal And I was so in love with you I thought I’d throw up My legs hadn’t shaken like that since I was a panicky thirteen-year old I can’t take this It’s fantastic and lovely And a perfectly lukewarm, relatable teenage cliche Perhaps I’ll write a poem about it and post online But the truth is I can’t ******* take this Not at all I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to fall so hopelessly, pathetically in love with you I haven’t felt like this in all my ******* life You’re standing out there And I just want to run out the door and yell that I can’t For the life of me Get you out of my head But instead I’m in here And I think I’ll *** my pants Or slam my head in the wall Or that my heart might, Just might Break my ribs and bust out through my chest and into the head of the man standing before me If nothing happens soon
0
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
Augustmelancholia
At first I just thought that you weren’t really like anyone else I’d ever met And that it was strange ‘Cause I’ve met a whole lot of people And then I didn’t think about it anymore You were just another guy I had other things to think about Then you swept me of my feet Now I’m head over heels Scraped my knee Broke my heart in the fall Now I always think about you
0
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 5:19 AM UTC
Falling For You
That you're gone Sort of changes The fundament on which The entire universe is built Like someone Pulled the ground away Beneath the feet of The world itself Or God Something is fundamentally wrong You are missed By every atom Everything Forever to be tainted by The hole after you And I Haven't the faintest idea About what to do now How do you carry on When the very basics of life Have changed permanently? Everything falls apart At the seams
0
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 4:10 AM UTC
The Hole After You