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blazebluespringston
blazebluespringston
california i had a slight self harm and anorexic problem and i have a bipolar disorder and i just wanted to come to a place where i'm not judged for it and where people get what i'm feeling....so enjoy!! / <3<38>8>
There's a mountain climber Enjoying the breeze As he takes a deep breath On a peak among the trees There's a tired girl Relaxing in a shady spot Trying to decide Whether to take a nap or not There's a teenager With music in his ears He's losing himself in the beat And forgetting all his fears There's a distance runner Picking up his slack And he feels a sense of pride Because he's finishing at the head of the pack There's a student Who has just finished a test And she's letting out a sigh of relief Now she can get some rest There's a group of kids Who are trying to leave the heat And as they jump into a pool The cool water swallows them complete There's a man coming off of work His children hug him at the door And in that cherished moment He remembers what he's working for But of all these simple pleasures There's one that reigns supreme Because there's a boy writing a poem About the way love feels with the girl of his dreams.
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
A Happy Heart
i spent all of my time trying to figure out how to word him into a poem i wanted to tell everyone how he smiled with his beautiful teeth, or how when he laughed it made me the happiest. i wanted to write about the way he said my name, and how it just rolled off his tongue i wanted to tell the world about the boy that i loved so much, i wanted to write a poem of him but i realized that i couldn't write him because he was already written, and he was the poem that i'd always wanted
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
he was a poem
You may be unreachable Like an island across sea But I’d make myself miserable Just to make you happy
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
Sunflower Island
The scars on my body, are my stories. My memories. My weakness. My strength. Mine only for me to know and tell. I have one visible to you, the one you struck upon my heart. Its deep and ragged. It’s fresh and ****** It finally scabs over. I pick at it once again, wanting you to see my heart. Waiting for you to fix me. But as you told me, You can’t fix something, that’s been broken, far to many times.
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
My Weakness