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PangPanda
PangPanda
29/F Step by step, / You will get there.
You say you love me, But you are not the one Next to me. You say you love me, But you are not the one Seeing who I am. You say you love me, But you are not the one Caring about my feelings. You say you love me, But you are the one Casually hurting me Unintentionally everyday. Saying “love,” But acting “hurt.” That kind of love Means nothing to me.
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Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 3:49 AM UTC
Love Doesnt Mean Anything
She said that… my voice is ugly when I sing because my voice sounds like a man. She said that… I need to stop talking when she’s off work because she has talked all day long. She said that… She will always be afraid that I will be a failure because I have my father’s genes. She said that… “Why are you so cold-blooded?” when she first saw me in person after my father passed away because I didn’t make it back in time from the other side of the world. She says that… I might have some misunderstandings about what she has said to me in the past. I say that… if she really doesn’t mean it all, why has she been saying these hurtful words all the time? She says that… I have to get over somethings myself, and nobody else can help me get better but myself. I say that… I have gotten over the past. Maybe if she doesn't constantly destroy me, I will not have issues now. She says that… I hate her, though I have come back to her once again. I say that… “I love you,” and I am none of what she has said above. When? When will all the “she says” truly become “she said” in my heart? I say that… it’s time to step back again, To protect myself, and To rebuild myself.
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Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 4:13 AM UTC
She Said...
I wish you can tell me that I can just be ordinary in this life. Just like that one dandelion Growing on the side of the road Quietly… I wish you can tell me that Life has more than hardships. Just like that one dandelion Enjoying the sunshine like a sunflower Gratefully… I wish you can tell me that Wind comes from different directions. Just like that one dandelion Being carried away to the unknowns Bravely… I wish you can tell me that I can land anywhere with my roots. Just like that one dandelion Landing its seed on the side of the road Happily…
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Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 3:12 AM UTC
I wish I can just be a dandelion
For who have overcome the saddest sorrows, We will never wish anyone else to experience it, Because we know how much it hurts. For who have gone through the deepest darkness, We will always be the light to guide you through, Because we know how scary it is. I want to ask you one question. How do you truly feel after you hurt other humans Without giving them a chance to explain? I want to ask you one question. Have you truly thought about what you have or haven’t done Before you got hurt by other humans? A coin always has two sides. A road can always be traveled both ways, Even when it tells you that it is a one-way street. Hate will never end hate. Hate will only destroy everyone involved. Forgive or forget, and so you can have peace. Even if you truly believe that Your actions or inactions didn’t cause anything, Please, still try to understand from different perspectives.
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Mar 15, 2022
Mar 15, 2022 at 9:19 PM UTC
Perspectives
Walking up the hill To my destiny. Rain falling on my body To my soul. Will any human share Its umbrella with me? Will any car stop To offer me a ride? Patiently Waiting, While keeping moving on All by myself. Only my body will become Stronger than ever before. Patiently Waiting, While keeping moving on All by myself. Only my mind will become Stronger than ever before. Cold rain Falling on my warm body. I'm melting the ice Inside of your souls.
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 6:00 AM UTC
Cold Rain
We, the humans. Born like pieces of plain paper. To live is to paint. Every single step adds different colors.      The Black. Rich like the soil on the earth. The beauty of colourful cultures.    The White. Clean like the snow in the winter. The beauty of pure winter wonderland.    The Latinos. Sweet like the chocolate in your mouth. The beauty of black and white.    The Asians. Deep like the book in your hands. The beauty of ancient wisdom.    The Natives. Pure like the earth under your feet. The beauty of nature as it is.    If white is added to cover all colors, Everything will be white washed. If there is only white in this world, There will be no other colors on the earth.      We, the humans. We are one species on the earth. We all bleed. Red inside.
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC
Red Inside
You’ve been working so hard To provide more than what we need now For what we will need in the future. Because we used to have nothing. You’ve been planning so thoughtfully For the next 20 years, But you’ve never lived in the current. You’ve been ignoring what you feel now And saving your happiness for later. But you’ve never stopped worrying about the future. Now he is gone forever for both of us. You lost your happiness, Which had never happened. But I lost my happiness, Which had been making me feel alive. It is not just grief of his death. Now father is gone forever for me. It is the emptiness in my heart Constantly consuming me. When I am nervous on the stage, Who else will always applaud for me again? Who else will always love my performance again? I know you don’t care what I care, And you only approve what you care. But can you just look at who I am for one time? I wish you can live more in the current And worry less about the future. Because I treasure every single second in my life, When you are still with me.
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
Mother, It Is Not Just Grief
Admit that I myself Still am that insecure girl who is shy inside. Then I will push myself harder than everyone else To be independent and strong.        Admit that my parents Will forever be kids finding the right way to love. Then my heart can feel that They really love each other and their kid.        Admit that my peers Will forever be students finding the right way to live, Just like how I am still growing up. Then my eyes can see all of their unique souls.    Admit that it’s very possible that My biological family members will forever be racists. Then I will have the freedom to create my own family Which is different from them.          Admit that it’s very possible that Most Chinese will forever think I am fat and ugly. Then my brain can believe that People of other races do like my body and face.      Admit that it’s very possible that I will forever be afraid of most Asians inside Because I have been bullied since I was a kid. Then I will appreciate how much I still love them.    Admit how much I am wrong, No matter how much I want to say that I am right. Then I will have some room for myself to learn more And a chance for strangers to know me more. Admit how much I hate it, No matter how much I love it. Then I will have the eyes To see how deeply I love it. Admit how much I love it, No matter how much I hate it. Then I will have the heart To feel how deeply I love it.
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Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 4:05 AM UTC
Admit That My Life Will Never Be Perfect
I didn’t choose to be born in this world, But I was born this way. It’s my right to be myself. It’s my right to choose.      I choose the culture I love. I choose the society I love. I choose the friends I love. I choose the family I love.          I choose to start the new life I love. I choose to learn the knowledge I love. I choose to study hard for my dreams. I choose to work hard for people I want to help.          I choose the life style I want. I choose the hair style I want. So I wear pink because I love, Not because I am a female.        I choose what I love. I love what I choose. This is my life. I was born this way.
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Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 1:30 PM UTC
I Choose, and I Love
I have never changed, Even though it seems like that I have been changing constantly. But it’s only because I have to leave Everything holding me back.        I said goodbye to the society, Which takes away my dreams. I said goodbye to the society, Which tells me that I am wrong most of the time. My soul has been away from my physical body Since I was a little kid.        My physical body left my family When I was 16 years old. I thought I took my soul with me, But actually, My soul has been traveling around the world Without me.          I said goodbye to my peers, Who are too childish and selfish. I said goodbye to ignorant people, Who are lazy and close-minded. Now I have a strong network of Kind, Helpful, Open-Minded, Hardworking, And Smart people. Who Inspire, Care, and Act.      They teach and remind me to love myself, And they love and support me. I am still alive Not only because I have never given up, But also because of everyone I have met in my life. People who love and support me. People who hate and destroy me.          I am thankful for having all of you in my life. Because of all the contradictions and differences, I know who I am and what I want. Because of all of you, I have the courage to say goodbye to Everything holding me back.
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Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 6:13 AM UTC
Changes Start With Goodbyes