Poetry writes a story
Short and sweet
Some sad memories
Broken hearted ones
Happiness being spread
Advice giving
Poetry writes a story
What is yours my friend?
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 12:44 PM UTC
Small things are beautiful,
The little suggestions,
The actions they play in life,
Can mean so much.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 9:54 AM UTC
Suffering within the time,
Suffocating the life out of me,
Crushing on my bones,
Making sure I cannot breathe..
This so call life we're living in,
Killing every inch of me,
The job I am doing,
Taking a toll...
Depression starting over again,
Anxiety hitting through the roof,
Eyes swelling up,
Feeling a little blue..
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
Short and sweet
bitterness nothing more
life continues to becoming a game
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 10:58 AM UTC
Rain clouds flooding the sky,
Mother Nature ready to cry,
A storm of unhappiness unleashed.
All her of her feelings multiply,
Piled all into one,
Months of sorrow catching up..
While everyone is shunning her out,
We're not hearing her wishes,
She's just pouring over our heads..
Sung a song of untold,
Tears rolling down the trees,
Flowers smells slowly decrease..
How can we let this happen?
She had given us air to breathe,
A gift to explore living things..
All crumbling down into flames,
Burning and turning into ashes,
A graveyard of beautiful tombs..
Mother Nature isn't happy,
Killing all things with her power,
Hurricanes are stronger than ever,
Maybe she's just PMSing?
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 9:42 AM UTC
We live in a crazy world,
Where friendships become fake,
Can we even trust ourselves?
Or our life in general is full of lies?
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 11:06 AM UTC
Lavishing things aren't that great,
The small simple things matter,
It doesn't take much to make a person smile,
Small little surprises does the trick.
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 11:25 AM UTC
There's a huge gap between
What people say & do
And
What people think & feel
I have love for whom are aligned.
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
Inside this poetic mind of mine,
Lies a monster that's ticking time..
A monster who is being pushy,
Making me write everyday..
Even when I got nothing to share,
He whips his whip without care..
Making me bleed my words out,
Blood turns into ink...
Until I've come up with something new,
The monster will continue to torture me..
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 10:45 AM UTC
There it stands tall and small,
Skinny to the bones,
With pale glass skin,
Looking straight ahead..
Dark cold beady eyes,
With radiant red lips sealed the lies,
Oriented clothes tied tightly by the waist,
Hair in a black bun...
Holding a golden cup,
Where at night she whispers to it,
If listen closely you might hear her silent screams,
Just be aware of the beauty it holds..
Another chilling tale of the Doll,
That haunts my every movement,
Who watches me,
Whenever I tried to sleep...
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC