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LemonPepper
F I need a place to talk. / / Care to sit down? I have a comfy chair. / / Maybe we can talk together.
"Lend an ear" "Listen close" "Take this to heart " "Pay attention" "Hear me out" "Things are good, I guess" "I'm sorry" "I don't want to cause you trouble" "You go on without me" "Oh, it's nothing really" "..." "..." "..."
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Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 10:37 PM UTC
Lend an ear
You shook your head in sadness at the sight of my scars, not knowing that you had held the knife that caused them.
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Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 11:42 PM UTC
A log in your eye
I think that in the winter my stutter must get worse, because lately, I can't say anything right.
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Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 6:21 PM UTC
Seasonal Stutter
Creepy Dolls In my room are three dolls. One tall, Two short. The short ones have soft blonde hair. The tall one is fancy. It rests with a smile unlike the somber twins. A long time ago, they were put into storage and never taken out, until an old granny died and they were set on the dusty shelves of Goodwill, overlooking the cracked and ***** dolls just like them. I picked them up because I know how it feels to not be wanted. People call them creepy, and haunted, but I call them mine. And now they have a home.
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Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 10:21 AM UTC
Creepy Dolls
Our Angel “We found her bones under the stairs,” He said to me. They were fresh, dripping with ichor and smelling of sunshine. That day, my heart was ripped out of me and buried with the bones. Because without those bones breathing and smiling and telling me sweet lies, I don’t know how to live. “It’ll be okay,” He continued. Not knowing that I was the one, I was the one who had to tell them, “Our Angel is gone.” And I know that once I tell them, amidst their tears they will **** me too.
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Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 11:03 PM UTC
Our Angel
***** Everything is so, so ***** Everything is of mold, or rust, or flies, or rot. Gosh, am I ***** too? I want to find something nice to wear, something that will make a stranger think, “I wonder who she is.” Yet, all my sweaters have holes. The black sandals I got on clearance left stains on my socks. How am I supposed to be loved? How am I supposed to do well? How am I supposed to live if I am so *****
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Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 11:01 PM UTC
*****