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Memeking64
Memeking64
17/M I am a kid fighting my mind. Poetry is not my strong suit but it helps me sorta. I also take pictures, and I'm kinda good at it.
You know my big heart that loves everyone? That heart has been so abused and broken. You know my mind that comes up with so many ideas? That brain has been scared with mental self harm. You know my arms that stay open for everyone no matter what? They have held someone that didn't deserve them and made them close. I make my ride to school wait because I can't get out of bed because I'm tired from last night's tears and all I can say is "I'm sorry" My feelings and thoughts are hanging me by a rope of self doubt and hate. Sometimes I think actually hanging myself would be less painful then living with this. When I ignore you with my ear buds it's not because I dont like you, it is because I have them turned up all the way in an attempt to drown out the thoughts but they cannot get loud enough to shut them out because the thoughts always scream louder.
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Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
The truth about me.
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
Untitled
My mind never turns off Like light from the stars after dawn My conscious switch has been stomped  By the force of biology And I can’t get a grip My thoughts continue to romp Out loud, and I scream at them Cause they scream at me too I have no control of it There’s nothing I can do Conscious and subconscious? I don’t believe in separation of the two I think a mile a minute My mind is a rendezvous For both of their needs They help fuel me, And segregate only when I refuse to be free I must say, It makes everything more fun The sky seems so vast And every single blade of grass Is just as interesting as the one next to it Every rain drop of dew Shines with a light On lawn where it grew,  From the sun that shuns It’s growth, when it hides beyond the clouds I breathe it in when it decides to come out It’s life I just want to sing the thoughts I have Because I don’t know How to say them all, without forgetting In the next few minutes, When my mind is burned with then need To explore even more
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
ADHD
I've tried before to tell her Of the feelings I have for her in my heart Every time that I come near her I just lose my nerve as I've done from the start Every little thing she does is magic Everything she do just turns me on Even though my life before was tragic Now I know my love for her goes on Do I have to tell the story Of a thousand rainy days since we first met? It's a big enough umbrella But it's always me that ends up getting wet I resolved to call her up A thousand times a day Ask her if she'll marry me In some old fashioned way But my silent fears have gripped me Long before I reach the phone Long before my tongue has tripped me Must I always be alone
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
She's magic
Everything is gray  Nothing has color anymore Nothing makes me happy  I can't be happy anymore So many thing used to make me happy  Now those things have no meaning I'm sick of this colorless cloud I live on  But there is no way off If I take a step off the cloud I will fall to my inevitable death  I will eventually die sooner then later Right now I think it will be sooner  I'm tired Mentally I'm exhausted  I want it to end....
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
Gray
Her touch. Touching her is like touching an angel Her face is as fragile as a porcelain doll And as beautiful as the sunset on a warm summer night Her voice is as soft and smooth as silk Her body is more perfect than anything imaginable to man Her hair is almost as beautiful as her laugh And her laugh it drives me crazy and makes me want to do anything for her Anything is what I would do to make her happy She is crazy and unpredictable. She is like an atomic bomb during an earthquake, she might explode and destroy everything in her way or she will be okay She thinks she is as far away from perfect as you can get, but it's the opposite. She is my best friend and I love her❤
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Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 9:54 AM UTC
Her
Life is hard and it's crazy Sometimes it's easy for people Sometimes it's not You could say life is like a video game Some people have all 5 lives and when they get knocked down they have 4 more And others are on their last life and are battling endless bosses They might beat 5 or 6 on one life and get to the lat one and lose that last life It's sometimes unfair to lose that last life and die and see the people with 4 or 5 lives get the prize After you cleared the way and you get no repay for beating the bosses for them Life is unfair...just like video games.
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Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
Video games
Life is hard and it's crazy Sometimes it's easy for people Sometimes it's not You could say life is like a video game Some people have all 5 lives and when they get knocked down they have 4 more And others are on their last life and are battling endless bosses They might beat 5 or 6 on one life and get to the lat one and lose that last life It's sometimes unfair to lose that last life and die and see the people with 4 or 5 lives get the prize After you cleared the way and you get no repay for beating the bosses for them Life is unfair...just like video games.
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Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
Video games
There is a constant thought pounding on one of the millions of invisible doors in my mind. They appear every once in a while but only for a second. I can never seem to find the door and when I think I have found it the pounding goes on somewhere else. There is never silence in this ****** up, poorly oiled machine I call a mind. I just want to find the one door and tell the pounding to shut the hell up so I can finally find the peace and quiet I so desperately need. I can only find one way to stop the pounding. I will not do that because the pounding would stop for me but will find someone new. So I sit here and take the pounding and search for it in hopes of finding it one day and making peace with it.
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Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 9:46 AM UTC
Never quiet
I shouldn't be trusted with a knife. The wish to feel the cold steel slicing through my pale clear skin is so constant. I could cut it so easily like cutting wrapping paper with scissors. I would do it to feel all the pain flow from the sharp, precise **** on my skin. I will never gather the confidence to do it though. I never have the confidence to do anything.
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Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
So easy