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brie-sarita
brie-sarita
My mama said its just a phase I just wanna get you high Look at the bright lights Pop a pill now I'm zoning in the sky make you fly sip slow on that poison not sure where I'm goin I'm dialated the popo keeps starin at us the locals keep glarin at us these beans keep me near sighted that *** got me so excited I bite the bullet I keep the rifle close I got the spins but I got to fight it but I think I'm losin my mind but it could be worse I'm sure that I'm fine as I check the time I cant remember the night I pay the price of giving my life flying up high and they all around me **** god **** some bomb *** **** mixin up my potion marijuana stay potent pop a pill now im zoning I'm zoning, zoning
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC
Pay the price of giving my life
there are cut lines of powder on a mirror on my desk and I am doing my best not to think of what you would say if you knew there are eight reasons in my gut for why I am failing and I am railing so hard against myself that all you see is me keeping busy I am offering my palm to the sun each morning giving my green thumb to the plants on my window sill layering my face with aloe leaves you might find it hard to believe what I do on a tuesday night
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
Tuesday nights
my heart is beating quicker than it’s supposed to and I don’t think I can stay in the same room as you without falling from my skin and I’m falling falling and my heart just hit the ground and the rest of me is spilling out and this was supposed to be a poem about love and the way you make me feel like I’m wrapped in outer space, warm under a blanket of stars, like I’m safe but I’m burning alive and stars aren’t as pretty when they’re hot in your throat and you loved me you loved me last night but that was 16 hours ago and 16 hours doesn’t seem like enough time to fall out of love but it is and 16 hours doesn’t seem like enough time to fix yourself because it’s not so I think I’ll stay here in the dark for awhile because the sky is pitch-black without the stars and we fell asleep in love and I’m the only one who woke up and I’ve been shaking you and you won’t hold my hand like I need you to and I miss you I miss you and I bet that when she kisses you she can’t taste the little cracks in your chest or the reasons you won’t call your father back like I do I ******* do and I see the entire world in you and all you see in me is a black hole and you used to like the way I laughed and the way I tuck my hair behind my ear when I’m nervous but that was 16 hours ago and apparently 16 hours is enough time to fall out of love”
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 6:20 AM UTC
16 hours
Tell me how we got here Tell me that you still care I know you don't But I just try to front like nothings wrong Did it hurt when you held me? Is that why you stay away? I could say it but you won't believe me You say you do, but you don't deceive me Is my skin covered in thorns Broken, ripped and torn Your skin must be worn off Awake but its like a lucid dream I might be trippin but my mama don't know I'm dilated see the evidence The popo's keep starin at us Locals glarin at us I'll bite the bullet, kiss the rifle Sip the poison like this Drug dealers wanna be my friend But I'm not here to pretend Mix up that potion Pop a pill and I'm rollin Nightmares at midnight I don't know where I'm goin
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
Those kids use to be my friends.
So maybe you’re running scared without the running. there are hands on your thighs that tell you every place i touch is a home to me. and you feel lucky that somebody finally thinks that you’re worthy of being a roof to them. and you know what it’s like to move from place to place, from group to group, from person to person, looking for a place where your heart and stomach doesn’t look too big or too small for the people around you. I’ll let you in on a secret: your heart will always be the same size. instead of finding the perfect sized hands to fit it into, find a pair that will wrap its fingers around you, find a pair that will stretch its bones to breaking point because it can’t bear the thought of leaving you vulnerable— because it knows you will always be a home, whether you have a roof to offer or not
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
A roof over my head
part of me wants to die. part of me wants to shred my skin to pieces, and bleed out all my sorrows. part of me wants to cry and scream, and force everyone to listen. part of me wants to keep on trying, and to never give up. all of me wants to just be okay again.
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
I'm not giving up just yet, you haven't seen the last of this girl yet
**** the money, cause I'd rather call out like Cobain With a bullet through my temple, now I got no brains Like **** em' and **** the world, you can have it dawg Y'all ain't no better, I ain't mad at y'all Cause I'd rather be buried in my grave Than live life like a slave Trying to escape these green demons No where to run, no friends Just fiends And by all means Just let me be, to yell and scream **** you get away from me Pushing everyone away is what I do best no future edit this later wassuup
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
Untitled
Now I Search the weaves of yarn in amazement, Hours spent in a trance. At least it cleared faulty expression, Yet you know ****** Why I am no longer in your gaze. Theirs gold and rainbows in the shadows and you incline not to understand? But banish Cupid and his Arrow, And sway My heart with the wind. But that's Social disease, or Poetic Insanity. My Madness derives from romantic distraction. Your Love is what you faker, which you created a pilgrim. Like pendulum strokes to desire, I'll fade away....
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
A lover once wrote to me.
Asylums handle the damaged suicide Hospitals heal faulty nods And lovers decline to live or die. But where do I belong? When anger shakes my moods foundation, These tender thoughts of being secluded In a soul that isn't white, nor black, But gray. I said "Eternal," for this notion exceeds forever.
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
But where do I belong?
we were really good; we tried to find poems, songs about us but they failed, they weren’t even close, and there was a lot to celebrate in that, there was success in their failure and we drank to that too much
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
Alcoholics are more my taste.