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MediocreAtBest
22/M *Pisses shyly*
Be your own creator. Mold yourself to look or act however you want, and don’t forget that it’s never too late to change. Be your own source of love. The most intimate connection you will ever have is that with yourself. Be your own judge. You answer to no one but yourself, so don’t disregard your feelings to please anyone or anything. Be your own shepard. While you may not be able to control everything, you have the power to forge your own fate. Be your own salvation. Don’t wait for someone to save you, you’re strong and capable. And finally, Please don’t concern yourself with death. All that does is waste the precious time you have to live.
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Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 10:52 AM UTC
Be your own God
You don’t need validation. You have already received it through the simple act of being born the beautiful, imperfect creature that you are.
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Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 3:17 AM UTC
To: You, From: Them
There is no secret meaning to life, Nor is anyone special. To be honest, I don’t really care. I’m not too fond of fate, And I never wanted to be special. I simply wish to live, And create my own purpose.
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Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 11:58 PM UTC
What is your reason? Why do you exist?
It’s human nature to search for meaning In the most meaningless of things.
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Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 1:29 AM UTC
Curiosity Kills the Heart
How do I express, To the people I love most, That the emptiness I feel is no fault but my own?
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Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 4:36 AM UTC
My perpetual question
It’s funny. I’ve always hated you Because I thought I had to. I would take every opportunity To make fun of the way you looked, The way you sounded, The way you acted, The way you thought. I began to go out of my way to ignore you, And you began to go out of your way to avoid me. You stopped talking about your interests. You started to dress boringly to blend in. You let your hair grow out to hide your face. It got to the point where I began to forget That you ever existed at all. And when that happened My life was stripped of all joy, And I became nothing more Than a walking corpse. However, I think I’ve finally realized how badly I need to liberate you. I have to let you share the things you enjoy. I have to let you dress the way you want. I have to let you think and act freely. Most of all, I have to let you be yourself. Because you really are quite beautiful, And I love you.
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Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 9:19 PM UTC
Learning to Love You
What is this feeling? Or rather, lack there of. A constant longing… For what? What need do I have for love if all it will bring is pain. Perhaps pain is the very thing I seek. At least then this void would be filled, And I could pretend to be whole.
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Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
Confusion and Contemplation
A heart half empty, A heart half full, However you look at it My life has grown dull. I’m not trying to be dramatic, I’m not trying to complain, I really just want To get rid of this pain. No self love, No self hate, I guess that I Just tolerate The person I am, The things that I do. Is anything I feel Genuinely true? I want to stay composed, I want to cry. I don’t want to exist, Yet I don’t want to die. So I continue this life, Though it isn’t great, Because I want to find happiness And it’s well worth the wait.
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Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 2:01 AM UTC
Saturday Night Sentiment