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LotusMay
LotusMay
Writing to heal and spread love :) / Thank you for visiting my profile! If you'd like, check out my writing account on ig @lotusmaywrites! / /created: 5.19.20/
don’t stop the bleeding sit with pain, listen to it feel it break open
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Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 6:38 PM UTC
how to treat an open wound
I saw a weep- ing willow with dried tears— perhaps it learned to hold hands with its fears. I wonder if its roots are still tangled in self-pity, if it realizes what a waste it is to not notice its own beauty. I know its branches of hope will forever climb up the sky, for it is a strong warrior whose spirit will never, ever die.
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Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 3:24 PM UTC
Weeping Willow
1, 2, 3… 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡, ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 I pretend to look for her but somehow I find her without even trying Sadness opens her arms wide, hugs me so hard I hear my bones break I can’t move, I can’t breathe yet she clings onto me tightly until she melts right into my skin
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Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 4:09 PM UTC
An Unwelcome Friend
Wasted                            i                                  s t             h           e   seconds I lived      t                in my      h               head      e   minutes I let anxiety           t                    build up           h                        in me           e   hours I wished I could                t                                 dis-                h                          appear                e   days I wallowed alone in                     t                                     self-                     h                                    pity                     e   weeks I tried to outrun all                          t                                   of my                          h                                   fears                          e   months I hated every inch of                               t                                            my-                               h                                           self                               e   years when I believed I was worth                                                                                   nothing
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Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 4:01 PM UTC
Wasted
Wasted                            i                                  s t             h           e   seconds I lived      t                in my      h               head      e   minutes I let anxiety           t                    build up           h                        in me           e   hours I wished I could                t                                 dis-                h                          appear                e   days I wallowed alone in                     t                                     self-                     h                                    pity                     e   weeks I tried to outrun all                          t                                   of my                          h                                   fears                          e   months I hated every inch of                               t                                            my-                               h                                           self                               e   years when I believed I was worth                                                                                   nothing
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I gaze in the mirror at the bumps and blemishes— unsightly mistakes etched on a canvas of skin I pick at all the red spots 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 I pick at all the scabs 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 I pick at all the scars 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 I peel off all this rotting skin only to find more layers— of crippling fear of clawing jealousy of heavy shame eating away at what is underneath it all— a woman who does not have the courage to love herself
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Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 4:15 PM UTC
Imperfect
some days, reality is suffocating so we turn inward and drown ourselves under the weight of our own thoughts and let our demons feed on our deepest insecurities we get so used to it that we don’t feel our bodies screaming in pain, craving for a taste of fresh air or even just a moment of stillness we forget we have arms and legs aching to swim across the sea we forget that our thoughts are merely soft clouds passing by because we are not our thoughts we are not our thoughts we are not our thoughts we forget that all we need to do is breathe
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Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 3:35 PM UTC
How to Swim
q u i s e u r t n a y s r o i s bring the p m e of a new day I b r e a t h e (I’m okay)
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May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 4:58 PM UTC
A New Day
to know love, we forsake our sanity, the control over our own minds we take the risk of losing more than just parts of our hearts to know love, we break ourselves over and over only to chase after it blindly again despite knowing that no one will ever come close to truly knowing love
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May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
To Know Love
seek solace in the inevitable— pain and suffering will heal only from within, the unchanging flow of time will soon change  everything, the sun will always rise and fall the moon will still embrace all today will come to an end and we may part ways, but tomorrow awaits and we will decide our own fates
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May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 2:31 PM UTC
Solace
we dance like                                 y tiny paper kites                         l seeing how high we can    f just to get a taste of the                                          s     k     y before the pull of g                                   r                                 a                                   v                                 i                                   t                                 y       comes and we feel again the                                     e     a     r     t     h ‘   s     hum.
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May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 8:11 PM UTC
Paper Kites