Meggghanq1
Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind / -Dr Seuss / I'm pouring out my emotions into my poetry so it's bound to be a bit messy at times. Don't you just love the way words can flow together and sound so musical? Also sorry i'm no way a great poet but I love poetry so i'm here..bear with me and read a few :)<3 try to see the bold messages in some of them too !! If you want to give me advise or tips on how to improve my writing please do! :)
How do you convince yourself that others care?
Could keep asking but that's unfair.
Don't want to be nuisance,
But my head is full of nonsense
Shouting "you are ALONE ALONE ALONE!"
"Just go. Leave them be.
They're better off without me."
But people do love me.
They want me to feel safe
want me to be free
from the thunder
in my mind.
Maybe I can find
a way to tell me
it's all going to be
OKAY, OKAY, OKAY.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 8:10 PM UTC
Every little while we get a little doubt,
We wonder should we just get out.
But really you were just feeling afraid,
thinking of others who have played,
The damage and marks they made.
Sometimes you just need to be courageous
and stay with that smile that's so contagious.
Because you know what?
Someone's guna really like your ****
they'll treat you like a princess,
and maybe teach you some chess,
and make you feel better, without stress
even when you look a mess.
You won't worry about who messages first
or about having conversations rehearsed
they'll make you crack a smile when the world's the worst.
If you find someone who you always want to hug
who you always want to bug,
Please go tell them right now they are the best
No more stress.
'I'm HAPPY', I shout!
No more doubt.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 8:09 PM UTC
She can't listen. He can't hear.
They'll never communicate I fear.
Tension fills the room with smoke,
I can't breathe I start to choke.
The words on the page start to fade,
drifting, what even is a good grade.
I try to leave, to escape,
but I'm bound, stuck here, duct tape.
I force a small smile,
i'll be okay in a while.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
'What if I care more than everyone?' she asked.
'What if I have more feelings?'
'What if I feel pain more deeply?'
'What if I put my heart in completely?'
'What if no-one cares or listens?'
'What really matters anyways?'
But no-one answers...
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 6:26 PM UTC
When you haven't written poetry in a while
try not to stress, you can do that anyway,
try to just express what you want to say.
Ditch the mask, the smile
if you're feeling distraught
don't ignore the thought.
Let it all out,
run and scream and shout.
Sometimes you're not okay,
but that really is okay.
I'm just hear to say
it's okay where you're at today.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
Run and run and run
Somewhere, anywhere, just move
until your skin is hot and your heart is beating. For you though,
You've nothing to prove.
Let the pain out in the sweat that pours down your face,
instead of tears.
Don't think about what you said or should've said or any of your fears.
Uncrumple, unroll yourself out of your ball of paper,
make it is wide open as you're able
Stand up on your own two feet now good and stable.
Next start to move a little,
jog if that's all you can
now just run off your fear
Look how far you've come:
All the clothes you were too afraid to wear,
All the opinions you were too afraid to share.
It's okay my dear,
just run off the fear.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
The worst part is that I really did think you were different
You fit all my cliche ideas
Dance with me? yes.
Kiss me? Yes
Hold and kiss my hands? Yes
Call me?
Even pretend you know I exist?
No.
I don't know what I missed
Now I will look inside myself for imperfections that I didnt have before you.
I will try and remember what I did or didn't do
I'll look for problems in me because you're not here to look at instead
Even though the problem is you
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
Everyone pulling, ripping, tearing trying to lift themselves above water
While suffocating others in the process
But look around
The waters shallow
just stand up
Pick your friend up and walk on
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
What is okay?
Is it really a thing?
Are we ever really okay
Or are we just distracting ourselves from our hurt
There's something not okay with you and there's something not okay with me
But that's okay
I think
Maybe if we focus on others hurts
We can forget about ours for a while
Maybe i can smile for a while
Maybe i'm not doing okay
It's so much easier to say okay
Than to explain everything
Which maybe is nothing to explain at all i comparison I other peoples 'unokeyness'
Maybe it's just a bad day
Maybe I am okay
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC