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amanda-yeager
American I have been periodically writing for the past four years. I don't have a lot, because I only write when I have a huge amount of emotion inside. Not everyone may like these, but they are written once and they are flooded with emotion. Written once, meaning, I write what I feel at that moment. Even if I read it later and don't particularly like what's written down, other than grammatical errors, I rarely change them because I want written down what I felt at that moment. I want someone to read it and know how I felt at the time I wrote it. Anyway, I hope you read what I have, and I hope you enjoy what you read. Comment on all that you read and give me feedback. Critique everything and as much as you want! Anything is appreciated!
The best morning ever turned upside down to the least thing to remember The bowl’s been worn down to a plate Drunk on love or sober on hate Missing the person who hurt her most Why does she go about her day She wings her lines In a playwright Of her life Too bad it’s not written for her That’d be easier, huh If our lives were connect the dots We’re fortunate enough to draw our own stars Paint our own pictures Roll our own clay But how much easier it’d be to live someone else’s life But she looks into his eyes And there it is- the emptiness grasps her He looks at her face Misses the passion in her eyes She held a knife to his throat He didn’t give a **** So she gave up But couldn’t forget The flowers he gave or the heart he took
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Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 2:37 PM UTC
The Day After
He told her to let go She said why am I in it for the long run Love doesn’t end when another thing doesn’t start She promises to leave when he’s happy He’s depressed so she’s forced to go Go out through the window One last kiss Meaning is thin So is the hope So is the life within this heartbreak girl Maybe she breaks that promise Because she misses the misery She wants him to say yes The bowl of oranges The first day of my life Wish you were here Elliott, Conor, Isaac Why Iron crushing any definition of happy Drunk on wine The girl sits on her floor in her bedroom There’s a hole in the wall from her staring it down The Hollows on repeat on the iPod The tears on repeat on her swollen eyes and burnt cheeks
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Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 2:36 PM UTC
Why
One night or every night Not a tear goes unnoticed The **** I love And the misery I miss Things I think about Though I love you my body yells otherwise I’m like the trumpet in Mr. Smith’s rose parade The only **** left on the streets I’ve been out of my house for weeks at a time But it’s missed when I get back Every song is a song to you Or a meaning to me The poem to me Which ripped me to pieces by the way Nothing will make me less sad I would take your womb and climb in I just want to be missed Too bad there’s nobody out there that still loves me Are friends good enough Not really Obviously it’s too much for you
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Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 2:34 PM UTC
Sunken In Yet?
The bowl’s been worn down to a plate That bowl of oranges has rotted She wings her lines In a playwright Of her life She promises to leave when he’s happy He’s depressed so she’s forced to go But she looks into his eyes And there it is- the emptiness grasps her He looks at her face Misses the passion flooding her eyes Filling the gap between her lips One last kiss Meaning is thin So is the hope Along with the life inside this heartbreak girl Maybe she wants to break the promise Maybe it’s because she misses the misery All she wants is for him to say yes Like the first day of my life She held a knife to his throat He didn’t give a **** So she gave up Not even close to giving up But couldn’t forget the flowers he gave or the heart he took We’re fortunate to draw our own stars Thrown out of the corner of that beauty Every song is a song to you Or a meaning to me Wish you were here Elliott, Conor, Isaac Why Why I’m like the trumpet in Mr. Smith’s rose parade The poem to me Which ripped me to pieces by the way
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Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 2:34 PM UTC
Better Than Depression
Go in a cave Scream out your fears You’ll be alone Don’t stay with someone who loves you Keep all to yourself Who needs, who wants to know **** the deliveries, the trucks and tow-aways Momma is in love with me but not her son He’s the one who matters but not to me I lie to your face The son of a ***** He’s my whole world The friends I had aren’t here anymore Was forbade to experience the only happiness That made life okay to live Now I’m so sober I couldn’t be more ****** up The fear, ha, what fear Just the increasing pain in every vein and tendon In my body I caress the bottle Pill or alcohol Maybe both will satisfy God will be my protector Great job so far, Mister All Watch the parade roll by No, you’re in a cave where there are no lights So get used to the dark My guess is you’ll be there for a while
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Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 2:32 PM UTC
Lowered Expectations
Walk upside down on your feet Run inside out into the snow Hold your insides so they don’t fall out But be your own person not someone you don’t know Gather your harvest and sweep the porch But never let down your guard and keep that smoke Don’t get drunk on love Get wasted on Jack Be the bigger person but never apologize For being right and letting yourself down Run away to a field Have *** with a stranger **** your closest friend ****** axe, incinerate the remains Love to the fullest You know you want to Maybe hate to hide the love Never know till you try
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Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 2:31 PM UTC
A Faulty Reality
Another day ending by waking up to another empty pillow A coffee break for two and a carriage ride for one Bad lyrics to sum up a life, or not a life at all It's not me Who's he? Who's she? Mysteries the Hardy Boys won’t touch When Mary Jane is the best lawyer out there I'm in court for the ****** of a young woman Found guilty; life without parole It's better that way anyway I can't go after myself anymore There's tape over my ears to silence the words around me Clown smiles painted across the town now I'm panicking Indian style of the side of the road Waiting for someone to throw candy my way Fortunately, I'm overseen A walk home, alone, empty handed But happy
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Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 2:06 PM UTC
Not Right In Your Eyes