It’s been 8 years.
It’s been 8 years since the world became a little darker.
Since people started looking a little villainy.
It’s been 8 years since the heart has became heavy, and the scars deeper.
It’s been 8 years since she learnt that life is meant to not be lived but survived.
Its been 8 years of a storm that never ends, and the clouds that never move.
It’s been 8 years since she first thought, maybe death is better than this life. Better than dying everyday while still breathing until your lungs explode.
It’s been 8 years since the world became a little darker, but today she says enough is enough.
Because for 8 years she lived in pieces, and today she picks those up to live in peace for once
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 8:01 PM UTC
I crave,
I crave for you my love.
I crave for your lust.
I crave for you my love,
Skin on skin.
Breath on breath.
Beat on beat.
I crave for you my love.
I crave your affection,
Eye to eye.
Lips to lips.
Hands on hands.
I crave for you my love.
But our love so strong,
It becomes a poison,
A poison forbidden.
A love forbidden.
I crave for you my love,
But our love forbidden,
Forever a poison.
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 4:56 AM UTC
They were told
To pick up a pen
And start writing
A class filled with souls
Sleep less
Peace less
Dark souls
Told to pick up a pen
And start writing
What did they know?
How would they know?
Oh poor soul
How will you let bleed
On a piece of paper
Drowning with emotions
When you can’t reciprocate
The pain of another
Sleep less
Peace less
Dark soul
Oh poor soul
I pity you
For trying to bleed on a paper
Drowning in emotions
When you yourself
Are a soul
Wandering in the world
Of poets
Like the
Sleep less
Peace less
Dark soul
You are.
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 5:47 AM UTC
we write because we are told
we write because we are cold
so why write poetry?
is it to obey
is it to simply misbehave
is it due today
is it more than what we say
if not
why do you write poetry?
because I can
&
because I am
we are made to feel
we are made to speak
some people are quiet
and others are bleak
words are expressive and alive
but some words are best left to die
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 3:13 AM UTC
Can you see my struggle?
Can you see my pain?
Can you see my past?
Can you see my family?
Can you see my rage?
Can you see my depression?
Can you see my faith?
Can you see me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear my struggle?
Can you hear my pain?
Can you hear my screams?
Can you hear my depression?
Can you hear my voice, who I really am?
Can you see me? can you hear me?
No.
Because you never really tried and you never will.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 3:12 AM UTC
"Aw baby girl, Wheres that smile, that brightened every bad day, And made it worth pushing through another?"
"Well dad, You see, Life happened to me, That light i could once see is so faded i barely want to push through the dark anymore."
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
this isn’t going to make sense
cause it’s not supposed to
and if I’m being honest
this isn’t for you
it’s not even for me
I’m stuck
I’m trapped
I’m lost
I’m every other word that describes people who feel at a dead end
I’m typing on a ****** phone
That’s connected to a ****** connection
That could possibly be a metaphor for my life
I’m writing
Because I don’t know what else to do
I’m writing
Cause that’s what they told me to do
But they also told me that what I think isn’t always true
That I’m special and I just don’t see it
But that’s the thing
I don’t see it
And if I don’t see it then why should it matter if anyone else does
And if I’m thinking something why should it matter if it’s true
What matters is that it’s in my head
What matters is that it’s always there
But here I am
Stuck in the same place
Back to square one
No progress made
The same questions, whether true or not
Will I amount to anything?
Do I really help?
Am I really worthwhile?
Do you actually care?
I see these people
When I’m online
They smile and post
They edit and pose
I can’t help but wonder
Do you really smile, or do you just do it to look happy like me?
Do you really feel happy, or are you trying to lie like me?
Do you understand what I feel?
Or is it just me?
I’m not trying to be selfish
I don’t want a lot
I just want to be happy
And I want others to be happy with me
But neither is happening
So instead there’s a poem
That doesn’t even ryhme
That makes no sense
I’ll try harder
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 7:50 AM UTC
Right person at the wrong time?
But maybe there isn't a wrong time
If it's the right person
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC