From ashes I rose, a phoenix reborn,
With feathers of hope, a heart newly sworn.
I thought I had healed, the pain left behind,
A future so bright, a renewed peace of mind.
I ventured beyond, a grand hopeful start,
To mend a lost love, to ease a scarred heart.
But shadows crept in, a familiar sight,
A chill in the air, a dimming of light.
The wounds I thought healed, began to un-stitch,
A darkness returning, a painful, cold *****
The warmth I thought found, now slipping away,
A fortress I build, to hold it all at bay.
No saviour shall come, no magical repair,
My strength is my own, my burdens to bear.
I’ll weather this storm, alone and forlorn,
Until the may shine again, maybe hope can be reborn?
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 11:14 AM UTC
Why do I feel like writing poems has to be so deep?
Why can't I just type about sun shining on a leaf?
But no, my heart cries out to describe
this dark and lonely feeling inside.
Maybe I just need to work on me,
I can't seem to explain why I'm full of jealousy.
And even though you're my closest friend.
You're the one person I can't tell about my thoughts of the end.
You're with him and I feel left in the dust.
But feeling happy and smiling for you is a must.
I never want you to see this green side of me
but one day this side might be the only side to see.
I will try my best, to hold myself back,
because for you, I will take on any attack.
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 3:21 PM UTC
It's a script
It's a cycle
Like we're on repeat
The same words tossed around
Without missing a beat
I'm sick of this
I'm done
I don't even give a ****
I don't care about your opinions
I'll break them like a battering ram
You tell me I'm wrong
That I'm misguided, incorrect
But to be honest
Your words now have no effect
I tried to explain to you
I just wanted you to listen
But despite how much I try
It's like tuning out is your new addiction
So no more begging on my knees,
Pleading for you to understand,
**** you and your deaf ears,
Obviously your mind is a wasteland.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 11:01 PM UTC
There's a mirror, hanging on my wall.
It shows me images of what it sees.
There's no bias. No judgement.
All I see is the hideous monster I call me.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
Should I show anger?
With a scowl on my face?
My brows furrowed,
pushing people away with disgrace.
Or perhaps show kindness,
with a fake smile and kind eyes.
With a Laugh full of life
but holding back tears and lies.
Maybe today I'll show sadness,
with grey storms in my mind,
wanting to wrap my neck up,
in a rope that's unkind.
Some days I don't wear a mask,
I attempt to be free,
but I hate the way people point and stare,
making me think "What's wrong with me?"
I have too many masks,
that I wear as my mind decays,
but why do I feel so numb,
today on my birthday?
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC
Send me away,
to a dark abyss,
where there is no sound or light,
where pain shall not make me hiss.
Away to a land,
where I'm allowed to be free,
where I don't fake emotions,
for my friends and family.
Allow me to soar,
to rise up to the sky,
see the world, and its true colours,
feel the wind as I fly.
Please...
Send me away from this hell.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
*Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise
They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole
But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell
Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared
Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again*
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
God. How am I still not okay?
God. It's been so long.
God. I'm so tired of life right now.
God. What happened to me?
I was such a nice kid.
I was calm all the time.
Mature for my age,
Little but so lively.
I was so helpful.
So loyal.
I always supported my trust.
But I never really spoke my mind.
I was shy.
I was small.
I never stood up for my feelings
I never stood up for myself.
And now I'm older.
I realize I don't need support.
I need myself.
I need confidence.
Speaking your mind is not wrong.
Standing up for your feelings isn't rude.
Standing up for yourself isn't mean.
Saying what you feel doesn't make you imperfect.
No one's perfect. Not even them.
The ones you hate for being so amazing.
Maybe she has anxiety.
Maybe his mom is alcoholic.
No one has a perfect life.
There's not one perfect family in the world.
There is not a person in the world who's perfect.
There's not a person who doesn't have one bit of strife.
But just because you aren't perfect.
Doesn't make you less worth it.
You're amazing.
You're still charming, kind, and strong.
You're just more experienced.
You just understand some more things now.
And maybe, just maybe,
You just aren't as shy anymore.
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
It's 3am
I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone
It's 3am
The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station
It's 3am
I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled
It's 3am
I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary
It's 3am
Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight
It's 3am
I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
It's just a thought,
It's just a dream,
only inside my mind,
but why do I want to scream?
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC