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Rachdunn
20/F/New York Just writing about what i love and the beauty of everyday life. Enjoy!!
i see a white truck driving opposite me they’re on the opposite side of the valley i wonder who is driving. i like to imagine it’s a father with a little girl strapped in mostly because i want to imagine it’s me in my fathers brown chevy it smelled like cigarettes and spring. i mostly hope it’s the same for that little girl and her father. i miss my father cranking the windows down, he would pull over to do it because neither of us could reach. he would go to hell and back for me. i love him and he loves me so why can’t we say it out loud. now i sit on the bus with an aching back trapped inside windows that won’t open and i look across the valley.
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Mar 26, 2022
Mar 26, 2022 at 1:42 PM UTC
white truck
it took too long to realize- the covers on us cold walls and warm sheets, soft light in your eyes sweet nothings to discuss, we'll share the spot where our hands meet. i don't care if there's flies- i'll never make a fuss. let my heart stop its' incessant beat.
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Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 7:19 PM UTC
I understand what lovers are
it may be late, but the sun came up enough today for it to go down. that’s enough for me.
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Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 6:22 PM UTC
the sun today
the dogs bark and the caravan progresses the children cry but the world spins
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Aug 5, 2021
Aug 5, 2021 at 11:57 AM UTC
ramblings
will pursue meaning of life fear of someday that will end lose that human element
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Aug 5, 2021
Aug 5, 2021 at 11:37 AM UTC
someday
i’m snagged in the hugs that don’t hug back i’m all tangled up in the girl who can’t be tracked
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Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 12:10 AM UTC
right now
see it wasn’t hard— the decision to rebel was easy. i never thought i could chose free will, and in the end i never did. the decision to decide was no choice at all, it was all i had left. i don’t know freedom until it is ****** on me. falling— god it was easy.
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May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 2:38 AM UTC
nothings
cheap beer will always taste like the bars that raised me and your lips will always taste like the thing that saved me
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May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 1:04 AM UTC
thoughts from the pier
the rain trickles against my window like a crackling fire and i remember what my father told me, raindrops fall faster than ashes
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May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 2:44 AM UTC
thoughts tonight
Don’t ask questions, it’s not true— Please don’t make me lie to you.
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May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 12:17 AM UTC
Lies