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crooked
21/F A collection of thoughts and over emotion
I don’t want To sit here Waiting for your Words as if I Need them to Carry on my day Or sleep through the night But yet here I go Waiting with my last breath To tell you “I love you” When it feels like You could care less
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Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 6:07 PM UTC
What does it matter
every time i put my pencil to this paper i am reminded that talking about the monsters under my bed only elicits a quick light switch flip, a quick glance under the now dimly lit bed frame only to hear, “there’s surely nothing there” don’t they realize these creatures do their ***** work with the lights off? how am i to scream for help if they keep turning the lights on
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Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 5:58 PM UTC
nightmare
two times you were told if you did not pass a drug test you could not see your daughter and two times you failed to comply so you asked someone else to do it for you and two times is too many but how many times will you get high with your daughter in the backseat of your truck knowing this could be the last memory for both of you? three times they found you lying cold on the bathroom floor and three times they pumped whatever you pumped in right back out and three times is too many but how many more times will your grandparents need to administer naloxone to your half lifeless body before you realize the damage you are doing? ten times you were caught stealing from work and ten times we carried you to rehab after you finally gave in and told the truth and ten times is too many but how many more times will you steal from family members just to get for for “one last time, just one last high?” and one time is too many but how many times will you say to yourself “ive overdosed plenty!” for you to realize you aren’t as invincible as you seem one time is all it takes to be the last time
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Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 5:57 PM UTC
one last high
I’m tired of sleeping with the light on so the dark stops haunting my dreams If only the daylight kept it out just the same
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Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 7:25 PM UTC
Untitled
tired of running in circles around you to hide my tears when in reality i wish you’d just stop to look behind the smile i constantly borrow from my neighbor because im not too sure where i last put my own but instead you constantly make excuses as to why you think i could possibly be sad while you look at a smile that is not yet mine to wear why must you choose to believe your lies over my desperate calls for help? im too tired to continue calling out for you so instead i dance around you in hopes that you will not see the ever growing sadness that lives inside of me
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Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 6:33 PM UTC
Who cares
Mirror addiction? Strange but maybe it explains all the nights I spend in front of one ******* it in in hopes it’ll stay that way until the morning
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 5:21 PM UTC
MSA
You are the flowers planted outside my childhood home You are the stars I sought comfort in You are the green that grows so magnificently in the forests You are so many things inside and out but first and foremost you are my other half So perfect, loving and gentle
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 5:20 PM UTC
The things I seek comfort in
I do not feel like myself lately and maybe it’s because I spend most of the day wondering what life could be like if I was not living tied to the phrase “what if” However, I’m stuck inside a shell of who I once knew and I just do not feel like myself lately
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 5:13 PM UTC
Untitled
When the sun shines why do I not align perfectly with the other rosebuds? Why do I not bend and twist at the Earths every last resort to try and keep me warm? When the rain pours down onto the soil why do I not soak up the nourishment I need to keep myself fed? When all the other rosebuds bloom into flowers I could only dream of being why am I stuck looking up at them? When will I prosper?
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 5:06 PM UTC
Autobiography
lately all i can feel is the cold wrapping itself around my body like a snake begging for my warmth even though i have nothing left to give but my lukewarm tears so instead of pulling myself out of this trance i lie silently waiting for every last drop to be wrung out of my lifeless soul
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Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
Blank