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chelocean
chelocean
25/F It may not be your conventionally beautiful style of poetry, but I believe any raw emotion is beautiful. I’m obviously an amateur, so any constructive criticism is valued.
I feel myself slipping. The ground slowly crumbles from beneath me to swallow me whole; into that dark abyss once more. I know it’s coming for me. I can’t escape it. My legs are full of lead, too heavy to lift; weighing me down and helping me fall faster to rock bottom once more.
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Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 3:05 PM UTC
Into Depression
Head to heart is as trainer to animal. I've always been able to tame the wild creature in my chest with logic and reason. Although, when it comes to you, the ***** is a feral beast. Just one glance and my heart pumps so viciously, that it escapes the bone cage made up of my lungs and runs free; wild and untamable.
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Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
Feral Heart
I've always had an affinity for sugary treats and he's the sweetest I've ever met. Yet, my tastes have changed. As I licked his saccharine lips, I realized I've outgrown my sweet tooth.
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 4:00 PM UTC
Sweet Tooth
Only four letters and simply one syllable; such a dreadful word.
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 12:37 AM UTC
The L-Word (Haiku)
That day was a penultimate beginning of the end. She had known it too somewhere deep inside, but it threatened to compromise her “happiness.” So, she chose to disregard it completely, although seemingly ridiculous notions already started swirling through her mind. Anxiety began to bubble up and s p i l lllll over. Her locked away thoughts and feelings ate away even more at her festering heart. Then, it ended. Slowly, so slowly, she healed; returned to normal. The scars are still there, but she stands stronger than before.
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 4:36 AM UTC
Milestones
A force stronger than gravity pushing down. Stumbling, reaching out, unable to find purchase; Falling, falling, falling... but does it ever end?
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 6:29 AM UTC
Depression
# Quite often, I ponder “What’s worse?” a love that once was or a love that could have been and the ”what if” that follows it?
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Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
Untitled
How beautifully melancholic is it that the person who makes our whole world also holds the power to tear it d o w n
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
Down
We used to say in the beginning how it felt like such a dream. Though, somehow somewhere along our journey, it turned into a nightmare. The memories of us together, I’ve now hidden. Yet, I know where to find them and sometimes I find myself flipping through an album of moments captured in time, a reminder that at one point it was most definitely a dream and not just a night terror.
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
Covert Photographs
Every waking day I am still haunted by your lack of presence. Even in dreams, you’ve stopped showing, as my soul has recognized that you are no longer beside me.
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
The Haunting