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diamonds-undone
diamonds-undone
Just an awkward girl
I am sitting in a pool of my own confliction wondering if losing you is worth gaining the love I desperately crave I've spent so long debating on taking the leap that I haven't noticed the water has reached my mouth now I am drowning and unable to say anything at all
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Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 11:52 PM UTC
on almost's
Wall to wall and ceiling to floor They bounce and shake their sheltered home My thoughts whirl in a whirlwind of smoke One after the other, there they go Chasing after one another innocently My mind enjoys the play of tag One moment its thinking of this Another of thinking of that My A.D.D. Is getting out of hand Words that are spoken to me Go over my head My mind would rather dream instead Work is a chore for my focus, It wavers and is forgetful My mind doesn't care if it is important Sleeping is pitiful For the dreams are bursting in My mind that cannot rest Getting up is a joke The midnight dreams want to be relived My mind is too nice to reject them A shower takes hours The water is so nice for a daydream to run wild My mind gets clouded with the steam Everyday task gets overwhelming When my attention runs in the opposite direction My mind decided to go and wander A.D.D. Has left me insane It had given birth to depression and anxiety My mind is in shambles
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
A.D.D. isn't all it is cracked up to be
Little fireflies flowing through the wind, Twirling, swirling all the way in, Through seep settled fog, And a brief counter bog, They shine a temporary light, That makes the night seem bright; Little butterflies flowing through the wind, Up and down, and up and down they go flying in, Bringing nectar to flowers and a show for others, They go on and never bring bothers, Instead they give the gift of colors, To show the world the true making of their collars; Little birdies flowing through the wind, Twisting and turning through the passage of the bend, They do not pay mind to the watching souls, They rather bring joy to the newborn foals, This proves their life has power, Never do they have to show their cower; Little gifts of life flowing through the wind, Plowing through the sunny sky out of their whim, Providing their bodies as a source of show, Continuing their flights for the peoples bow, Filling themselves with joyful laughter, That we shall not bring to shatter.
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
To Those That Fly
Find me Fine my heart Find my pain Find my sanity Please I beg of you For I have gone Too far without it It has left an emptiness A loneliness so deep A numbness that spreads through me That it boils over inside of me I miss myself I miss my heart I miss the pain I miss my sane Just please Find these things I need I don't know how long I'll last Without them here With me
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
Me, Heart, Pain, Sanity
We didn't see the wind We didn't see the rain We didn't see the way His eyes were sinking in We didn't hear the storm We didn't hear the thunder We didn't hear the way His voice grew vacant We didn't feel the humidity We didn't feel the cold We didn't feel the way His hands gripped ours We didn't taste the water We didn't taste the salt We didn't taste the way His words that were meant to invoke We didn't smell the air We didn't smell the tang We didn't smell the way He didn't take a shower We didn't see him heal We didn't hear him cry We didn't feel him here We didn't taste his pain We didn't smell his self-hate We didn't want to look That far into him
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 8:27 PM UTC
We Were Blind
Somehow I do not feel safe In this big life of mine I do not feel secure Within these bonds of love I do not know Who I'm suppose to be Or what I want to do With this impending future I have I feel so fake In this world that people say I'm accomplished in, That I succeeded in Yet, I've never felt more like a failure In the entirety of my life By preparing for college And trying to live life I cannot help but wonder What my future holds for me Or how I shall shape it And I am in constant fear Of making the wrong decisions Of ******** away all of my best possibilities in life There is so many roads to choose from And I may not choose one at all I may end the road I am already on Will they call me a success then? Will they still believe in my abilities in living life? Would they still see me as their daughter, friend, and sister?
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC
The Future is so Big and I am so small
. I'm slipping... Winds from the past had blown hard. Heavy clouds have returned. Bearing gifts of broken shards, memories discarded and mementos burnt. I'm falling... Footfalls fail as they sink in clay. Fingers tremble as they grab at nothing. The words are lost and the voice couldn't say. The pills seem to have stopped working. I'm regressing... Into an all familiar territory. A place I thought I had left far behind. But I feel reconnected to a mirrored me. The part I've missed since a new state of mind. .
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Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
Regression
Where am I? I don’t recognize this dark place, Where cold arms have embraced me, Clutching at my heart. My body’s inner-most core. I have issues breathing, This simple action I did without thought before has now become a painful challenge. It feels as though I am drowning, being pulled deeper and deeper, where the water just gets progressively colder. My chest is tight, my lungs are straining. Once things were so simple. Where have I been brought to? I don’t remember heading for this place, Nor even have the slightest memory of wanting to travel here. No, not the smallest fleeting memory. Tears are a constant threat now. Always there, ready to burst free from their bleary prison. My throat, being squeezed from some unknown source, Gives me hardship when I attempt to speak. To say out loud what it is that ails me. Instead, I am unable to, I refuse, To allow someone in. The fear of being ridiculed at the tip of my mind, While forbidden thoughts and longings are stored in the back. There are no words, can be no words, To express this immense confusion. This lack of direction… Where…am I?
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
Destination: Unknown