LonelyWithWriting
Hey writers! I'm a 17 year old junior in high school and I've always loved literature. Poetry is one of my favorites to read as well as write. A lot of my poetry will be about my depression and the stuff with that so take care when reading I do not want to trigger anyone. If anyone would like to contact me my / kik is: NerdyButAwesome / and my phone number: 785-393-4694 / Skype: Tristan Rethman (Picture of penguins)
Don't
Just stop
I don't mean to come off rude
But spare me of your interlude
I don't need your apologies
for what has happened so please
Keep your prayers or wishes
Because I'll be sleeping with the fishes
Don't shed a single tear
And I really don't want to hear
Your cries and wails and moans
From my existence shattering your bones
Because I really don't want your pity
I reject your sorrow, so gritty
I wish you didn't hurt so much
For my being here and such
I'm not worth anything really
It's actually all too silly
I should leave, get out of your hair
It would be better if you didn't care
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
Taxi cab, oh taxi cab
Where art thou?
Come hither unto me
And take me somewhere right now
I need a change of scenery,
snap snap, take me there
I need a different memory,
Who, what, where?
Taxi cab, oh taxi cab
Thou hast my heart
Approach upon me carrying
My new start
I require your assistance,
My demons are close behind
They follow with persistence,
How I wish they were blind
Taxi cab, oh taxi cab
Taketh mine own heart
If thou cannot save me
At least let me restart
Rubber onto road,
quick before they see
For my demons, they have growed,
and are still chasing me
Taxi cab, oh taxi cab
Thou hast the only escape
To be or not to be,
Breaks the image agape
Barreling down the alley,
faster please, oh dear
this may be my death valley,
the reaper, he is near
Taxi cab, oh taxi cab
Thine hast tried so hard
"Here, buy yourself some new wheels"
I say and give my card
I'm cowering upon the horde,
they're towering up above
Oh my, what I would reward,
to my peace dove
Taxi cab, oh taxi cab
Run while thy has the chance
Pitter patter down the road
Don't give me another glance
They dive unto me,
I wretch and scream
The scene plays out violently,
Sadly, not a dream
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
The bench, made of many things, like support,
From loved ones, or others very close, or hopes,
Of the same, etching into the legs, of this bench.
Strongest metal, I dare to say, composes the legs,
Of this bench, upon which I sit, among other things,
Like the wood, from the strongest oak, that's unbending.
Yes I sit, upon this beautiful piece, of collaboration
Of my family, I admire their dedication, but I dash it,
I apologize, but you see I sadly, must reject it.
This because, what sits upon this bench, is not me,
at least, not entirely or only me, but the visitor,
it's silent, an aura of death surround it, ghastly.
It sits, this bench that used to hold, now folds,
The visitor, quite happily enjoys, the sight
Of falling, I'm falling down, onto ground.
Nowhere, that's where I land, for I have done
the deed, I am no more unfortunately, my regrets,
The visitor, he has claimed victory, and I defeat.
I lay, breathless and unliving, quite ugly,
Not only that, but this beautiful bench, a waste,
My last blunder, I've sparked the fire asunder, Goodbye.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
I saw her for the first time
We shared her first kiss
She tasted a little of lime
It was pure bliss
Under the Willow Tree
Another kiss, different occasion,
A ring on her finger, pretty like a dove
As we completed the equation
Her and I equals love
Under the Willow Tree
But sadly, more than a couple times
We met there under less exquisite reasons
My dad died, her mom was wronged by crimes
And we cried throughout the seasons
Under the Willow Tree
Although we met even more
To celebrate the better things
A new baby, a place we built, score!
Made me want to sing
Under the Willow Tree
The house built, home made
had a trickle, tweets, a buzz
But one main feature was displayed,
The nostalgia brought because it was
Under the Willow Tree
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
From head to toe
You have to know
You're Perfect!
The smooth of your hair
And it's smell, done with care
You're Perfect!
The velvet soft skin,
Your arms, I want to be in
You're Perfect!
Monochromatic eyes, dark brown and black
Give me absolutely everything I lack
You're Perfect!
Your angel white face
Lips, nose, cheeks, full of grace
You're Perfect!
Defined neck into cushioned collar bones
The ones I nibble that give you groans
You're Perfect!
Seamless mounds with cherries on top
Yes, they make me want to drop
You're Perfect!
Hips with drips that trips with another set of lips
Made only for the most intimate quips
You're Perfect!
Graceful legs underneath
Make me drool like a candy named Heath
This is all true,
Baby I'm correct,
And now you know,
You are ******* perfect
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 10:18 PM UTC
I need to demand a commitment to be obliged
To improve or maybe advance, to better and correct
The pain and ache, the agony of the burn
I'm stalling to hamper and postpone and stop
My death and annihilation, more appropriately bereavement
With my last hope a whim or belief that my confidence's last strand
To cureand recover, with drug or elixir
The condition, my ailment and disease that ills the syndrome of my agony
And win to become the victor of accomplishing an achievement
The fight to battle the skirmish of assault and bombardment
Too bad it failed with defeat, disappointed with failure
It's still here by attending my presence to be beside me forevermore
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
What a ******* *******
Thinking he's so high and mighty
Taking the day off just to sit on his ***
Stupid priveledged whitey
Refuses to see the favorable position he's in
Just likes to believe he is lower
To get pity from others and kin
Maybe he's just a **** blower
**** what a *******
Stupid as **** get outta my sight
You're about to get hit
And you know I'm right
Go to hell man
You don't deserve the **** you have
You're so pale, not tan
Not even smooth, no, not suave
I shouldn't have to stare at this dope
He better not get any nearer
I'm thinking of this while putting on soap
and staring into a mirror...
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
Look at the world, you may find
Sunshine, rainbows, fantastic mankind
But when you actually examine
You'll find even more than just famine
I'm talking death, suffering, immeasurable grief
All caused by people, to people, no disbelief
Yes when you take everything in
All that'll happen is the beast will maul you and grin
Because we humans are curious beings
We ****** and steal; **** and we **** all without seeing
The affect of our devastation
Mother nature the victim of our molestation
Animals being made just to die
I think we are all on a power high
We proclaim we are better than all else
But in reality we are just tiny whelps
On some great being's mighty ***
You say, "Now don't be so crass!"
Yet we glutinously eat anything living
Doesn't that sound like a horror beginning?
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
Her hair falls upon her shoulders gentler than the soothing waves of the ocean on a midsummer's evening.
Her eyes shine so bright as she looks back to me with a grin, oh her smile. Brings me back to times where I thought everything was alright in this world.
The dimples on her cheeks are just inviting my lips to them and my hands to her hips. She walks to me with such grace like a ballerina.
We meet and our lips graze each other, she bites her lower lip inviting me to her. I lean in for a kiss and get lost in her face.
We kiss repeatedly as we fall onto the couch with her on top of me.
I look up to her and for a split second I see nothing but a skull in the place of her beautiful face.
I blink it away and get my focus back to her.
She asks what’s wrong in a distorted voice and I hit my head, getting those images out, pushing them deeper.
She separates her lips and roaches crawl out and down her face onto me. I scream and fall off the couch swatting the insects away.
I look up to where she still lays and see my beautiful girl once again. I get up, apologizing for my moment, blaming it on exhaustion and laying down with her again.
I feel a sharp pain on my wrists and flinch, closing my eyes shut, and when I open them I am bleeding out on the floor of my parents room.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
The sting
the sharp tinge of the razor as it first slices into me
The Crimson
that first strand of blood trickles out
The agony
the sweet pain that pumps happiness through my veins
The finish
the ending of the stroke with the drop of my blade
The darkness
that creeps in from the edges as the blood becomes a stream
The regret
the absence of it, the joy of finally out running the pain
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC