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PoemsFromAGhost
PoemsFromAGhost
23/Non-binary I just enjoy sharing pieces of myself with others
It's familiar Old and familiar So old I forgot how close we used to be This feeling In my chest Heavy, and expansive And deeply overwhelming I feel If I think about it too much Or look too deeply I'll drown in it My chest feels Pulled open Ripped out Hollow I have no dreams No aspirations Nothing to cling to I feel completely Empty If I was not held up by these strings of Sentiment and Love My earthly attachments I worry I would drift away Desperate to rest forever And I'm afraid I wouldn't regret it
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May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 6:12 PM UTC
Empty
I'm tired                       I don't feel well                       I hurt                       I want to give up I know     We can't        We have to keep pushing                   I'm sorry           You can do this We've done it before                     Why should I?                     What good is it to keep going                     And going?                     Pushing and pushing?                     Getting knocked down                     Getting hurt                     For what?                     To keep doing it?                     To never stop? That is sort of the idea, yeah       I know, it *****     I know how bad you want to quit                 I want to give up too But we can't                   Why not?                    I don't want to do this anymore                    Why do you insist                    on making me? Because of peace            Of the feeling we get             When the sky is blue                And the flowers are bright                  And the birds sing     When we breathe        And feel okay for just a second            When we are listening                 To our family     Talking indistinctly in the other room       And the music hits just right         And we think for a moment " This is where I want to be Maybe not washing dishes, Or this rough patch of life But who I am, My values My family being right there "                                        The feeling fades                                         It always does                                         I know we keep pushing for them                                         But I'm tired                                         I'm really                                         Really tired I know                              Please            Please just hang on a little longer               I think this time    Is different                    This time really will get better            There will be days of sunlight                        Just hang on a little more Give me more of a chance                                        Okay                                        I will                                        I have to                                        But I'm so tired                                        And I want to quit I know
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May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 6:08 PM UTC
Internal Plea
I'm tired                       I don't feel well                       I hurt                       I want to give up I know     We can't        We have to keep pushing                   I'm sorry           You can do this We've done it before                     Why should I?                     What good is it to keep going                     And going?                     Pushing and pushing?                     Getting knocked down                     Getting hurt                     For what?                     To keep doing it?                     To never stop? That is sort of the idea, yeah       I know, it *****     I know how bad you want to quit                 I want to give up too But we can't                   Why not?                    I don't want to do this anymore                    Why do you insist                    on making me? Because of peace            Of the feeling we get             When the sky is blue                And the flowers are bright                  And the birds sing     When we breathe        And feel okay for just a second            When we are listening                 To our family     Talking indistinctly in the other room       And the music hits just right         And we think for a moment " This is where I want to be Maybe not washing dishes, Or this rough patch of life But who I am, My values My family being right there "                                        The feeling fades                                         It always does                                         I know we keep pushing for them                                         But I'm tired                                         I'm really                                         Really tired I know                              Please            Please just hang on a little longer               I think this time    Is different                    This time really will get better            There will be days of sunlight                        Just hang on a little more Give me more of a chance                                        Okay                                        I will                                        I have to                                        But I'm so tired                                        And I want to quit I know
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An even push and pull As if timed to the minute Accepting it won't happen Letting the feelings pull back Revealing the pools Of who I am underneath it Then those feelings rush back over Covering up the parts I'm not fond of Making me smile Laugh Feeling eager Excited Then it starts all over again Just like a Tide
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Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 1:44 PM UTC
Like a Tide
A place within my mind Where I store a number of things Memories that shape me Feelings that carved their place I put you in there Right next to my mother's lullaby Far from the bottles of different fights I fold my feelings for you gently As I tuck them away Into the box With everything else I can't bear To ever let go of Even if it hurts me
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Nov 22, 2024
Nov 22, 2024 at 12:41 PM UTC
Into The Box
I don't know a great many things I can't string a bow Nor can I fly a plane I don't know how to play Chess Or how to bake a good cake I don't know how to express How I feel Or why I feel the things I do I don't know how to love myself Or give myself the grace I so readily hand out like candy I never had good examples For taking care of yourself For finding the limits Of how much you can give Before you have only pieces of yourself left And still I give it away Desperate for someone to turn And see me Hold me Love me But I don't know how to do that, either Love someone Without imploding on myself Ruining it all I don't know how to treat Another person so tenderly I can always learn But how? With no one to teach me I simply don't know
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Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 6:36 PM UTC
Don't Know How
I almost forgot What it was like To feel this way again Excited for the next day For the days beyond even that To be able to visualize And see it like it's right within my grasp Not a fleeting ghost of an idea Tangible Almost real The sparks through my veins The ache of longing in my chest A reason to wake up bright and warm To laugh and smile To make an attempt
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Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 12:45 PM UTC
Exciting
There's something inside of me That is deeply broken And I don't know what it is Or how to fix it I'm not sure when it broke Or if it ever worked But I hate it My words and actions Come out all wrong I act thoughtlessly Hurting those around me Without ever meaning to How they do not hate me As I hate myself Is a mystery That I will never be able to grasp I want to be good Desperately want to be good I want to treat the people I love Tenderly, gently Yet I never can seem to When they tell me I've hurt them I feel shocked Trying to retrace what I did or said To find the source Of what about me is inherently wrong Perhaps it would be better If I was never around at all I could never hurt anyone that way But oh If I vanished It would hurt them nonetheless How cruel of me
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Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 12:01 PM UTC
Broken
"It will fade" She assures me Gently, lovingly For she went through The same feelings as I "Probably," I answer Quietly, reluctantly I do not want it to fade These feelings This warmth It is precious to me Even if this seed does not grow Even if the tree bears no fruit The process of planting Of watering Of tending Is precious to me He is precious to me I want to keep these feelings I want to keep my tree
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Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 12:29 PM UTC
Want
I tripped for a moment And suddenly The garden in my chest is blooming Though I am a terrible gardener Purposefully ignoring it Hoping the flowers and vines Would die off in tough twisting shapes That the brambles and branches Might protect me But suddenly Every love song is about you The lines I found no meaning in before Seem to paint a play That I would love nothing more Than to star in with you Suddenly I feel electric Like every strand that makes me up Is squirming to escape my body Just seeing your name Fighting myself not to flirt I've never understood these things So why did it happen so suddenly? Why with you? Why now? I surely must not understand I surely must be confused Suddenly My mind, once again Knows no peace
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Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 2:58 PM UTC
Suddenly
I'll break it myself Before you have no other choice Because the feelings won't stop Flooding my mind Soothing my thoughts Like a cool calm creek That I adore sitting with And playing in Yet a voice cries out from within My voice Reminding me That these feelings This warmth I created Is pointless That there is no world Where another person Could both know me And still want me So I'll break it myself With my own two hands I'll raise my heart high above me And smash it on the rocks below I'll sit And watch the waves of my feelings Take the shards away And deposit my heart Once more whole At my feet So I may stand up And break it myself all over again To spare myself the ache Of you doing it for me
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Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 1:57 PM UTC
Break It Myself