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Vestronomy
Vestronomy
18/M I progress both in age and understanding towards life. I'm starting to see things for what they really are.
The sweet taste of salt fills my mouth Two dried streaks Of something that never happened Of something I wanted us to be But it turns out to be That you see Something different Three simple words Stinging like a kiss That I wasn’t able to have
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Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 1:49 PM UTC
Dylariela
the ice cube melting in my tea. the condensation dripping down the side of the cup. the sun casts a pink and orange gradient against the sky laying across the land mimicking me laying across my bed. the sound of my breathing creeps under my headphones. the sun soon becoming too heavy to keep itself up sinks below my view as I sink into a deep sleep.
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 6:28 PM UTC
broken headphones and sub-par music
We'll go skydiving together And not think about the future Quickly plunging into A new life We'll travel together And see the world Letting the past Melt behind us We'll be us With no fears of future With no hauntings of history Together
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC
Together
I feel sick to my stomach I feel like throwing up these words bottled up inside but all I do is gag on the feeling of fear leaving a bitter taste in my mouth I don't want to eat I just want to eat away the pain wash away the fear with bubbly sugars filling my sensations overloading myself with stimulations but it's never enough
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC
Stomach Ache
I felt the cold wind wisp past me leaving just a ghost nothing but a taste of your sour feelings or maybe I the ghost to you haunting your life
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
a cold wisp
poetry is someone's pure emotion poured onto the page beyond what's apparent poetry is an orchestra of words playing a symphony that only certain people can hear poetry is for yourself for others or for no one at all poetry can be self reflection or self deprecation poetry just is
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Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
How Would You Define Poetry?
sometimes I just feel broken unable to move useless and all I ever want to just do is just be gone let it all end my heart is empty my mind is empty I am empty
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Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
This Isn't A Poem, This Is My Mind
cold pizza orange soda bright lights dark room big heart empty feeling
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Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
12:58 AM
Happy Excited caLm hoPeless A weird feeling has been growing over me I’ve never felt so insignificant I smile as tears roll down my face My hands shaking Make it stop
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Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC
Weird Sensation
Everything means nothing Nothing means anything Anything can have meaning Meaning various by person I mean nothing You mean everything
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Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
Meaning