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ScarletKing
33/M Perspective is what drives everything and truly understanding others is my greatest wish
It feels like a movie, as if life was plotted out to each varying detail. A movie I am not apart of but a spectators of sorts. Never seeming to join in the rolls we each play. Slowing tearing at me, never knowing what role I am supposed to play. Almost making me feel as if my role is to watch and see, as this world slowly unravels around me. Just watching, almost say studying the movements that each individual plays and the effects he or she makes. A movie I can not change, even if I tried with all my might. But my worst fear of all, the one I am most afraid to see, is will my scene end or will this movie end before me.
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Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 11:14 PM UTC
It Feels like a Movie
I laid out lost to the world recalling the day before when I spotted a unicorn no words could do justice to its beauty a beauty that makes you dazed confused one that makes you wish to cherish forever but you cant own a unicorn you can only gaze at it and hope hope that it will wish to stay
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Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 2:09 AM UTC
Untitled
I question my thoughts I wonder how can they be from nothing to me
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Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 3:05 AM UTC
mystery
in a small room, there are many souls each one has a story unique to them yet they don't speak of it they do not see it the stillness around them as they occupy a room without a word they don't question the quietness almost embracing it how can I blame them though what purpose does it serve to tell your story when its easier to stare at a phone and bask in the thoughts you have blissfully ignoring souls around you
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Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 8:24 PM UTC
a quiet room
I walk steadily one step at a time yet my destination seems so far away over and over I tell myself that my goal is walking alongside me still, I look ahead trying to reach a goal that I can't reach maybe I would chastise myself if the goal was unreasonable somewhere inside me though it does not feel like such no, it feels more like the starting line was too far back but I'm too stubborn to accept it to lay down and allow it to stop me so I walk steadily one step at a time
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Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
stubborm
I often wonder the angle others see me As they look at me from across the room or stand next to me, making eye contact do they take my gestures the way I mean them is my true image reflected within them I wonder if its me that they see or if its the me who truly represents me I hope that image is the same as mine otherwise who would I be from angles that I cant see
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Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 4:46 AM UTC
Angles
I sit at the beginnings of a new future Yet to reach it I must openly defy my greatest fears My body is torn, so I write but to no one but myself As I put off what I must confront what I know is simple I might be a single unit, but my dreams matter so don't be scared, allow yourself to reach speak your thoughts and the world will listen or at least that's what I hope is true It sounds ideal to me since the world is lonely when you are the only voice you hear
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Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
defy yourself
My eyes are open so I see the shapes of the world around me I can make out its colors and can hear the voices that laugh and cry However, I don't know if others can see it reflected within my eyes but I can feel it the lack of empathy for their words my apatheticness towards the vibrancy around me the cold distant observation in the shapes that pass me by
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Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC
Disconnected
Scars riddle my heart Each one a mark of beautiful moments and tragic stories Yet I find myself giving it away still despite it all I suppose it's to say my heart yearns for the pain I only wish my mind did as well But maybe my heart knows what my mind does not If so then I can only trust it hoping that it is right and I can handle what's to come
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May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 10:17 PM UTC
Heart and mind
Time sits still for a tree along a tranquel Creek While time rushes forward within it's waters Along it's banks I sit with my feet in the water watching bits and pieces of the world flow in it The trees watch over the waters as I lay on my back to watch the clouds that are oblivious to everything as they fly above us
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May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 10:15 PM UTC
By the creeks side