Homework, or battling demons?
School, or exploring abandoned houses?
People that lie to you, or people you can trust?
Crying yourself to sleep, or midnight adventures?
Sleeping alone, or cuddling until you fall asleep in their arms?
Left in silence falling into a spiral of negativity, or so much fun that you forget all the bad?
But the real question is:
The real world, or the world inside your head?
I know which I would choose...
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
Dear friend, far off, my lost desire,
So far, so near in woe and weal;
O loved the most, when most I feel
There is a lower and a higher;
Known and unknown; human, divine;
Sweet human hand and lips and eye;
Dear heavenly friend that canst not die,
Mine, mine, for ever, ever mine;
Strange friend, past, present, and to be;
Loved deeplier, darklier understood;
Behold, I dream a dream of good,
And mingle all the world with thee.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
i hate you
please don't ever say that
i still care about you
because
i can’t
tell yourself that
i have moved on
don't think that
my heart still beats for you
it was always true
because
i never had faith in us
it was absurd when you said that
i missed the memories
it hurt that
i even had the luck to meet someone like you
but i am relieved that
you were heartbroken
never have felt
my heart beats for you anyway
i just knew that
our stars are crossed
i was very upset that
you still liked me
and i didn't care whether
i did hold on to you
it's the sad truth:
i fell for you in the first place
but i can clearly remember
i got over the guilt
it would be great if
you didn’t look back
it hurts me deeply that
i really liked you
because it's pretty obvious that
i hated you
it's not true that
my own soul was scarred,
but i know
I had thought with uneasiness,
“i did this to you
i ruined you”
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC
I gave you chances but you threw them away,
I'm more than the sum of my parts I've to say,
You broke me then,
Broke me again,
But I hid my shattered parts away.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC
The truth about poets
Is
They’re not all alike
Some are derelicts
Scalawags
Lovers
Sisters
Some say they’re writers
Instead of Poet
For they know what that puts
Into the minds of others
Romantic
Lethargic
Gypsy
Some will never write novels
Poems are their Ulysses
Their ‘Love in the Time Of Cholera
Some are sad
Withdrawn
Choose to live there
While some poets
Use their words
To claw their way out
Some have fallen out of love
&
Want someone
ANYONE
to listen
While some have fallen in
the deepest ocean
&
Want to tell the world
What this man
This woman
Means to them
Most write their verses
Alone
Some at midnight
Some at sunrise
Some with coffee
Most with bottles
Most will never see the reaction
Of many
Will never hear
‘I like that...’
And most don’t want to be famous
Or sometimes heard
We
Just want to be
Ourselves
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 7:22 AM UTC
Heartbroken
Heartbroke
Heartbrok
Heartbro
Heartbr
Heartb
Heart
Hear
Hea
He
H
Hu
***
Hung
Hungr
HUNGRY.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
I see how fast the days are passing by,
as there’s so much that’s been on my mind,
soon I’ll be sixteen, eighteen, then twenty,
with a mind so clueless of where to be.
I may be just fourteen,
but it really concerns me,
everyone asks how I’ll be,
in my upcoming twenties.
I’ll have to be educated,
find a job that suits me,
one that also pays off well,
then a happy healthy family.
“Keep your eyes wide open
for a bright future ahead,
do not disappoint us”,
my parents said.
I’ve been questioned so many times
that I am now so worried,
soon I’ll be sixteen, eighteen, then twenty,
with a mind so clueless of where to be.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 1:23 AM UTC
my heart yearns to write
my emotions yearn to be expressed
my thoughts yearn to be free.
i would give anything to satisfy these pleas
but alas, i cannot.
my pen won't write,
my keyboard busies itself with essays and research, and
my creativity has gone mute.
it feels like my soul is stuck, frozen in time,
trying to force out the pretty words that produced so easily before.
the more i try, the harder it gets
the more i lie, the number it gets
the more i cry, the easier it gets.
perhaps i need to come from a different approach, like i have today
just stop bullying my feelings, just stop wringing my mind,
and be content just letting it flow.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 4:33 AM UTC
Madness
Never
apologize
for feeling too
recklessly,
the greatest lessons
are
always
learned
through
Madness
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 6:18 AM UTC