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courtney-mccauley
courtney-mccauley
American I put my most deepest emotions into my poems. So they may be depressing but what can I say, poetry is an outlet of emotions for the mis understood voices in my head. / Go ahead and judge me / It has happened about / A million times.
I've lost you once, It hurt so bad. How cliche is it of me to say, I love you. I love you so ******* much it hurts me, I get worried that maybe you are gonna get tired of me. That you are gonna leave me again. I cannot let that happen. You just came back to me a few months ago. I was and am so happy, But maybe I was your second resort, maybe you loved someone else and they turned you down. I don't mean to be rude, But I want you to take a step in my shoes, I want you feel how I feel if I lost you again. How my stomach clenches and makes me sick thinking about you with other chicks. When I can't really cry but the shakes that rack my body, leave me trembling after a night of crying. I cannot explain how hard it is on me if you left me again. It's so cliche, you are so little feet away and I don't think you know how bad this feels . You say you love me, you say it a lot, it comes from the heart , but when I say it.. When I say it, I mean it with every inch of my body, I missed you so ******* much, over those couple months I hated myself, I lost you, and the fault wasn't mine. And the thought of going through that again.. Truly terrifys me.
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
Cliche
You left our world, blessed with grace. Your whispers may be heard throughout the night, but it alright because that reassures you and I, that I will never forget you. Either way, I never would of never forgot you. I hope you made it to heaven, I hope you became a beautiful butterfly. You loved them so much, and I asked you why. You said it holds a deeper meaning of beauty than just on the outside. And to this day, that is how I think of you. I love you so much, I hope you grow gorgeous wings and come see me. Love your granddaughter, Courtney .
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Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
Butterfly
Veins running alcohol through my body, My lungs full of smoke, Giving me a high to last a lifetime, Pills coursing down my throat, Into my stomach they go, It may sound gross but at least in that moment, I felt some sort of happiness.
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Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC
Happiness
You kissed me so hard It turned my lips to fire But you were also there To smolder them to a Gentle white smoke As pure as your Beautiful soul.
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Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
Beautiful.
Laying in my bed, Thoughts of us creeped into my head. I think of how we first met, A hot day in September , Our friend introduced us. From then, I knew we would Embark on an adventure Truly greater than Lewis and Clark . I wanted.. No I NEEDED.. Someone.. To show me how to love again. Being broken that time Really took a toll On my once strong hearted soul. As I'm laying here, I wonder about what you'd do if I was never to return again.. I wonder what I would do If you left me or never entered my life.. I probably wouldn't be here.. But for the most part I'm happy I stayed. I felt bad because I once again.. ****** things up Because of a past mess up. I'm sorry. I love you. Please stay. Well it's about time for me to go.. The sun arising tells me I need to head to sleep. Maybe you'll see me later.
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Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
3 am
I used to hate the cold, What a strange thing. But then I got use to this feeling, The cold in my veins, The air, and my heart. I realized that the cold is The only satisfactory Feeling I could possible experience At anytime. A cold drink of water, Trickling down my throat, Finding its course through My weary body. A cold shower, Finding its way down my spine, To the drain that lays upon the Shower I stand in. A cold shoulder, Being left behind Has now become something I am very used to. A cold heart, Something my body got use to Years before, My mind even knew what The cold really felt like. A satisfactory feeling coursing all Throughout my body. Never felt so good to feel Absolutely nothing but what I deserve, The cold,
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Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
The cold, a satisfactory feeling.
*I'm so sorry I'm not as strong as I thought I once was, I'm so sorry That my jealousy   Is out of control, You liking their pictures and not mine. What a silly thing to be upset about. I'm so sorry I cannot be as much help as you Might need, I'm waiting for you To get tired of me And for you to throw your hands up and say It's over I'm done I'm so sorry I couldn't stay like I said I could on that spring morning. Now it's time for me to say goodbye , To our love, you And life itself, I'm so sorry I just got to tired and Honestly to stressed To even take care of myself. And with this It's time for me to say goodbye cruel world*
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
Goodbye Cruel World
When you are sleeping, I hope you know that I never want this feeling of completeness to ever leave my grasp. I'm afraid I'm holding on too much and you might slip away. What a clutz I am. When you look in the mirror, I hope you don't think of your life without me by your side. I crave you like a sons love for his mother. Before I was lost without you. Now, I have found my way home, And home is honestly where ever you may be. I hope it's with me.
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
I hope.
Christmas A time for family Love Sharing And gathering This year It was an Untraditional Christmas. It was had to work around the one present under the tree for each of us It was odd and completely opposite Of a normal persons perspective On this holiday. But honestly to me I knew the struggle my parents were facing And it didn't bother me Just the one gift under the tree Was probably the best thing I could have. The thought put into that present Set me to ease and not frett.
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Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC
An untradiotional christmas
Music an escape from reality A release from pain A simple chorus Brings the depression To an ease But instead of music doing That to me You do . You make me hold on Just a little bit Longer But it makes me wonder.. When you leave me Broken and shattered like A mirror Will you to have bad luck Because of me Or do you believe in Superstitions like the Rest of the naive world? Ever since you left You gave me hope Something to grasp on Now I'm free falling from a Man with god like hands To the depressions down In hell. I'm left here guessing How someone so strong So loving and caring Could drop someone With a fragile heart To fend on their own Honestly you make me Question my own existence And you made All that my trust was And will ever be Evaporate. Now I am Nothing but a fool.
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Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 3:49 AM UTC
Now I am nothing but a fool.