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allison-knowles
allison-knowles
Canadian
It feels impossible to succeed In this world that just doesn't seem to understand me With all this hate just flowing, It's seeping into the sea! Surrounded by modern distractions How can we ever just be, I'm a slave to beauty Constantly disappointing the standard, See, they've played with my mind Drowning in a sea of marketing teams, Advertising french fries In the same line as a body made to please
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
It's all very troubling
If I pour myself a cup of you then maybe -for a second- I could be a little silly to I pray to satisfy my hunger my crazy little craving for.. a tall refreshing glass of new
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Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 9:54 AM UTC
Untitled
So many times that I've been disappointed I'm not alone, I know but these circumstances drown me in the feeling I wish, and hope for things I cry and plead with your logical self Please listen! but you never do I try to care about your life, and I just want you to care someday I hope you can for his sake for your sake for mine I just want better for us, how did I become the enemy Please! could you explain it to me? I'm worried I'm afraid I'm paranoid with good reason and when finally you seem to acknowledge the danger It's never lasted you just fall back down without good reason I'm sad I'm scared I'm disappointed
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 5:11 PM UTC
Lung Cancer
You can never find me I hide inside me somewhere secret, and no one will ever know
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Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 9:59 PM UTC
sadtruth
If I took a right past the stop sign I'd wonder 'should I have went left? ' with two paths I could go I consider strolling the one mr frost chose a few Roberts i've known, but none quite the same.. Abandoning all paths I think I'll take my chance with a tree, I could be the girl who climbed further than her eyes could ever see
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Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 8:22 PM UTC
which way is the way way
Dripping down my forehead are one thousand beads of sweat collecting on my lips, I can taste what I forget so one thousand memories from 3 summer’s before have settled on last winter’s tongue taste buds scream, from shock you see Golden, shining ball of fire, look at what you’ve done
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Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 9:31 PM UTC
Untitled
It was you, hidden beneath the **** and it was me searching in every wrong place for too long I believed that feelings like these would have been, just impossible to find and to share with another, seemed like a beautiful story of my dreams, no reality to find A rarity like a snowflake in a sandbox, in the beginning of July four days in, I can feel that look in your eyes the same gorgeous gaze that hooked me that one evening we ate dinner for the very first time And who am I, just a girl who has stumbled into the perfect man with perfect quirks and a passion that  could light up the world and a kindness that I could return forever my love is above what we see and you, are your own individual universe and that energy inspires me to be me my own universe too so comfortably entangled with you
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Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 5:33 PM UTC
I've never really written about love before
It brightens my days to feel at peace Safety occupying my heart and my mind Knowing that my soul is kind Remember: past has passed and here I am 18 years old, still holding a pen mistakes are made but I've learned from them A vicious cycle, attracting worry with worries Pushing myself to be consumed with joy falling asleep, smiling softly I know who I am
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Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 9:42 AM UTC
When I was 18 I felt a little unsure
It only takes words to form a sentence It requires only thought to disect it the importance of a theory sometimes staggers because lazy people like me, are too down to test it How many ways can we avoid waking up until we can't open our eyes for anything how many times will i dream a dream that discourages me until I've figured out how to disregard it
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Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 11:20 PM UTC
progress in progress
Last night I fell onto a theory Into a memory that has never existed, playing perfectly The tricks I've come to notice here are soundless, to the sound sleepers around Relax kids, lets hush our tone you’ve only fallen into a machine of dreams, the perfect chance to be alone
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Jun 3, 2012
Jun 3, 2012 at 7:03 PM UTC
The machine of dreams