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autumn-eyes
autumn-eyes
Just a girl with thoughts that she'd rather write down on paper than say out loud.
You shook me and placed me to your ears. Kept guessing who I was for nine months, to years. Slowly as I grew, you unwrapped the paper, Assuring me there were lessons you kept for later. But the hourglass emptied before we expected And soon I collected dust. I was neglected. You may have left me feeling bereft but I won't forget you calling me your gift
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Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 5:56 AM UTC
Gift
You have done the same as all the rest left as soon as your heart resuscitated mine But that's alright, I wish you all the best That's what I am supposed to say. That specific line. But I'll wonder which of my faults had you running Why you bothered opening my vault if you knew what was inside. And my friends will tell me that they knew you were cunning But I've stopped caring; I've gone through this too many times. You told me I was beautiful. That I'd be a perfect wife So why did you start running? why did you cut me out of your life?
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 4:43 AM UTC
why do you leave?
Time keeps ticking in my head As I think of all the beasts hidden beneath my bed The tight space in my skull makes me feel claustrophobic. Out of breath, to rethink every thought is aerobic Wasting minutes as I reacquaint with every regret   Wishing I could breath and finally forget But here I am,  listening to that clock in my head that keeps ticking
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Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
Regrets
They've watered you since you were a seed Watched you as you sprouted into life Smiled at you every time you did a good deed You thought they cared when they told you not to frown Thought they'd be proud when you reached your tallest height But instead they came with their axes and cut you down They planted you just to watch you fall jealousy and greed does this to us all
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Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC
People in this town
I thought I'd be the one to end it That it wouldn't be you that'll break my heart But that nine worded text you sent me Shattered it to crumbs of glass, tore me apart. You were the one with sweaty palms at our first meeting Your shaky voice trapped my mind But now it is me that sits here weeping The night reminding me that I was blind You expected rejection when you confessed, Expected me to depart But it is me now comparing myself to her, the one that caught your heart tightly within her grip as she snatched it from my loose grasp I never knew your worth until you left, until I saw you last
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Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 5:17 AM UTC
Gone
I felt your sharp tongue slice through my neck I felt your words hit the back of my head I felt my blood pour onto the floor I felt my heart stop when you said we're no more
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 5:37 AM UTC
******
I always ***** up That's the problem with me I think I'm sailing high But I end up lower than the sea I'm the member that tries Who's family avoids to mention I'm the member that lies So between family there's less tension I don't see my purpose All I do is fall I don't see anything Except the disappointment in the faces of them all
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
me
I stay awake all night long. You always wake up next to me And ask me why there's something wrong I'm the ocean. Large and deep. Beautiful from the shore. A collection of all the tears I weep The powerful waves that everyone sees You can't name all the creatures Or my great insecurities But you can come to observe me. Be entertained by me. We both know you'll never completely understand me I am an ocean. Large and deep. You don't know me at all So go back to sleep
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
Ocean
Knock! Knock! Knock! On my door. An unexpected visitor? Never before. In my comfort,  to the door I amble. But once the doors open, its too much to handle. The memories flood through, not wanting to leave. They reach above my neck. I struggle to breath. I try to find any possible way out, But there's no one around to hear me shout. (A tap on my shoulder)I realise I'm still in line. "Here's your coffee, miss. Are you alright? " I'm just fine.
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 3:39 AM UTC
Grief
You can't write poetry without feeling something. Even if its nothing, you can't write poetry without feeling something.
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 3:29 AM UTC
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