As u can see a plague has arrived; COVID-19
why do I have to spend my days in quarantine?
why do I have to fast inside?
to be honest I almost cried
I have to wake for online class
but I sleep through it. don’t give me sass
now I am stuck with a screaming cat
that is starting to get fat
My hair is getting too long
And now my vision is gone all wrong
People tell me I should like this
But I tell them what’s the point in this
I hate this, someone help me
this is hell and it frightens me
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 10:29 PM UTC
If you're not in a relationship
you're lonely
We forget about friendship
A much larger trophy
Romance comes and goes
Like a bright red rose
Friendships stay for longer
And are much stronger
I will not deny
that a partner is nice to have
to sit under the night sky
And cuddle
Sleeping next to them every night
But it is not the only light
We must not rely our happiness on it
And remember our friends
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
Beat me in the head with a hammer
Throw me down some stairs
I want to tear my brain and shatter my wares
I am trapped in a glass jar with no air
There are no achievements I can maintain
And I. Am. Suffocating.
I can't breathe without feeling acid dripping down my throat
Every breath I try to gulp, my chest tightens
My anxiety is a titan
My sanity is slipping
My mind works at a million miles an hour and my soul pays for it
I just want a good night's sleep
I just want to be not constantly pacing
I just want the headaches to stop
I just want a warm hug
All I think I need right now is a warm hug
And a good cry
And I'll figure out the rest later
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 12:03 PM UTC
Before I sleep or when everyone around me is asleep,
I go to an empty street. I wear a coat to protect myself from the cold.
It's a nice cold.
The type that kisses your cheek makes you shiver a little and fills you with giddy.
In the middle of this street is a lamp post; I like to weave words and art from this lamp post.
But I need to go back to slumber
But I need to go back and play with numbers
And when I don't have these things to worry about
The light goes out
I wait for it to turn back on
Most of the time, it doesn't
I play with the wires
Or maybe perhaps I should go looking for other lampposts and fires
I try to call friends
But it all leads to dead ends
The light of the lamppost will not come back
So I try to make in the dark
And it is excruciatingly hard
All that comes out is a horrible chord
Outside the street, everyone tells me the song is beautiful
But I what I still hear is bad and inexcusable
I'd wish that what happens on that street
Stays on that street
Because the darkness of that lamppost seems to follow me wherever I walk
So, I decided to pause and stop on the sidewalk
Maybe the solution to this darkness is simply changing a wire
Or moving on to find another flare of light
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC
Everything I write, everything I draw; delete
The things I create, I cannot complete
Is it being insecure or being lazy?
I don't know how to be a productive lady
I feel stupid
Since I can't anything executed
My work lives in the recycling bin
It's close in resemblance to a din
The backspace key is faded
My soul is abraded
I hate that I can't articulate
Does anyone else relate?
At least this poem is finished but it has no real end
I hope it shows what I intend
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC