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alyssa-hatch
alyssa-hatch
If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose. / Bukowski
We can not live on without both man and woman. Collectively one, we're meant to work together as equals in love and trust.
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
Equals
Do not be afraid to express what's inside you. Every day you'll find that through the eyes of strangers you're no more than just a face.
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
Just a Face
She will shut me out before I can even speak. If she'd just listen she'd know this house is not home, and home is all that I want.
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
Mother
There is a young boy who prefers to be alone. Little does he know, his life matters so much more than what he truly believes.
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 7:36 PM UTC
The Mind of a Boy
I wish that the world was a perfect place where we could all live without being harmed Realistically this world is a disgrace our solace coming in the form of arms I wish that the world was not such a mess Terrorists and guns, I can't find the love There's blood on his hair, there's blood on her dress will we ever find strength to rise above? I wish that we could be beautiful once more Too many are lost, too many are gone No more soldiers to ever hit the floor of this ugly place that we dare call home If ever are we to share a kind heart we must first decide to give love a start
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 7:34 PM UTC
This Place
Falling deeper into these dark feelings I don't think I've ever been this low Living day by day on the verge of tears is not a healthy lifestyle but no one will ******* help me My feelings are black present but not all at once There are times when I feel like I'm lucky to be alive but others when I think I'd be lucky not to be I don't understand why everyone else seems so happy when I can't even remember the last time I laughed until my insides hurt why won't anyone believe me why won't anyone help me I guess I'll just leave it alone
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Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
Leave It Alone
I'm cracking under pressure, Everyone barking demands as if I don't already have enough on my plate. "Get a job" "Get your license", as if I'm not ******* trying hard enough already. There is nothing more annoying than being rushed into a lifestyle you don't even want. I don't know why the **** everyone is in such a ******* rush for me to grow up.
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Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
Pressure
I am shelter and warmth in just a few stitches. Day by day I await your return, so that after the long days I can hold and lull you to sleep. There is comfort in my consistence, never will you return to find that I have gone. Under these covers you will find that despite these thin layers, you feel most safe. Protection from the unknown, warmth from the cold, people may leave you, but I will stay until we’re old. Leave your worries behind, for even just a day to escape beneath a sea of comfort, solitude, and peace.
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
Blankets
I beg him to listen and consider anyone but himself for once in his ****** life, or perhaps speak truth, rather than lie. I beg him to deep deeper, there is a conscience within him but he has not met with it in quite some time. We plead with him to hold out hope, but can we say the same for ourselves? I wish he could experience the love and beauty of the world with whole-hearted emotion and awareness But all he wants to do is suppress whatever he has left. The needle in his arm pushing in the poison and pulling out the remaining humanity. He is numb now, but what is to become of his little girls?
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
Introduction to Humanity
I wake up every day with heavy eyes and a weight on my chest and shoulders that bruises and compresses every fraction of my fragile being I can not for the life of me remember the last time I woke up eager to to soak in the shine of the sun or bask in the presence of someone I love My misunderstanding of the world finally led me to a place where there is no way back home, and nothing but broken promises compulsive lies drug busts packie runs and endless yelling fleeting shaking panicking drinking numbing is left to fill the space.
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
Far From Home