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arjiegalleries
arjiegalleries
23/Transfeminine/Lost she uses broken pens for writing
I always write every thoughts and every words that would come up in my head on any of my blank pages. But this time, I stopped writing my thoughts and had not touched my blank pages anymore. Because, I’m afraid I’ll write about you again.
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Aug 24, 2023
Aug 24, 2023 at 11:26 PM UTC
Pages To Burn
What if we never took the leap? Would we still be happy like this? But if things may turned out different, And if things turned out to be happier, I’ll choose happy than happier if it’s with you.
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Aug 14, 2023
Aug 14, 2023 at 10:20 PM UTC
Leap
I got used so much with your words that it’s the only thing that I’m trusting between us. But by the time you hold me with your arms, I never thought I could love you more than I am giving. I admit, the world is really scary for us, yet there were no days that went by of me thinking ‘why’d you still choose me?’. But I never heard you stutter on how much you would love to choose me countless times. Here we are, hiding under our blankets while sharing the moments being alone together and how we just realized we’re too comfortable with our own skin. But blankets can’t hide us long, can it?
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Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 9:34 AM UTC
Blankets
I thought I could fill your missing parts with my broken pieces but I ended up breaking you more and slowly losing some parts of me.
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Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 11:05 PM UTC
Something About Broken Things
then you promised to stay at my darkest nights but when the morning came and when the world saw us, you left me.
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Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 4:31 AM UTC
a poem for the moon
Can we talk about the rain? Like how the sky cries so much And how its cold wind Touches your soul. Or can we just share a drink? While staring at the window panes And while we sip A nice cup of coffee. Or can we just be together? Without even talking to each other And without even hearing anything But the pouring of the rain.
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Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 9:45 AM UTC
Rain & You
I ran out of ink To write poems. So I used my tears, Instead To write more.
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Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 11:32 AM UTC
empty
“Let’s stay like this”, I said while holding his hand while walking on the street with no one’s around but us. I looked up while watching the two birds sitting together on the top of the roof thinking what’s in their mind while watching us holding hands together. And they flew. Glad they could fly together without worrying too much. I’m not waiting for any respond for I know he was unsure by the way he loosens his grip on my hand. And yet he answered, “Sure.” I looked at him but he’s still facing forward. He never looked at me but he just smiled. He then tighten his grip and that made me know that he meant that.
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Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 9:08 AM UTC
Bedtime Stories # 1
I have always been afraid To sleep Thinking, i’d lose You In the morning
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Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 7:53 PM UTC
The Moon
She still scribbled your name like it didn't hurt. She scribbled more until she was fine.
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Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 10:58 AM UTC
broken pencils