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dillon-berrus
dillon-berrus
21/M "A poet is a musician who can't sing." / -Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind. / / Good thing I can't sing
Do you think it will be forever? To answer this a story said, Yes. End of Story. But wait theres more to say, A hypocrite in the light of day! She speaks of trust- The rust of your new toys... Truck. Opinions screamed Silently You take to heart All you see, Real or fake opinion stands Just so long as they regect your plans. Lover lover know my tone Nothing left for you Not a bone. Go find a new toy and Wear it out. When they treat you like **** I wont doubt. That you know I was better. That you know we will never. Be. Together. Again.
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Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 2:59 AM UTC
The Last Poem you Will Ever Read Of Mine
My shoulder is damp. It's been a rough week. "College is tough kids" Too bad they never told us it was never the work. College is tough. Because people are tough. Because my friends sob every night because some ******* Thought she was his God given right. In the span of three months 3 of my friends are ***** Yet their cries are an empty echo down the presidential hall. So instead they cry. Last night one of them told me, I let him get close to me... we were friends. Now I'm scared to have guy friends... even you. So my letter is Dear ******** Everywhere, Next time you think about touching a girl without concent, how about you go **** yourself with sandpaper instead. -The guy losing his friend because you decided her body was your property
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:19 AM UTC
Midnight Tears
I made tea today. I dunked in my Totally-not-bigger-than-it-should-be-table-spoon of honey. I poured the milk into the mix (I know, I know, how could I) Then i jumped into the cup for an adventure. Upon entering the steaming silky waters A school of fish blasted past me A school.... A class of three thousand people All looking at me The whole world is watching me. If I fail- Oh **** what if I fail. Lost in terror I smell. Hmm? Vanilla spice? Oh yeah. The tea. I made tea for the stress. I have tea. My tea is cold. ****
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Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 2:36 AM UTC
Tea
This land is your land, This land is my land. This land is our land, But Not a black land, Not from sea to shining sea. Attention Mexicans everywhere! This land is not your land, This land is our land, Home of the free! (Some requirements apply) God bless America, Where at least I know I'm free, Home of the ignorant, Yet land of the free, (Skin color based exceptions) Happy Happy new Year! New year to You and Me! Happy Happy new year, Except for your country, (Build the wall!) Dreidel Dreidel Dreidel, I made it out of clay, If the makers Muslim, Please don't explode I pray. Lastly, America the beautiful, As hypocritical dumpster fires tend to be.
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC
American Dream, well. Sorta.
Friends are like bad days, They seem to be fine most of the time, Then they decide to Stab you in the back And ask you if your ok? You seem pale, As I bleed to death on the floor. But it's alright, clearly they cared about my well being. Stabbing me was for my own good. It only nearly ruined the rest of my life. But hey, what are bad friends for anyway?
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 2:55 AM UTC
Friendship
Dark flashes and Bright shadows make me wonder _where am I_ More importantly endless Pitter patter Contemplating through the snow. Wind gusts smooth silk Over stationary Ink stains through my reality. I do not know where I am. Who I am. Or where I must be going. Teeter totter towers _tumble_ The floors gone out below So I walk on the ceiling And rise to my downfall
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Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
Mirror Mirror Who Am i
Twenty-One years and a day ago, On a lonely November night, There was a woman, One who is to be respected and loved. Who was nine months pregnant No longer. In her arms arrived a crying pale child, The mother whispered her name And the wind caught it. Little did she know that whisper traveled to me, 17 years later, And delivered to me the name, Of the woman I fell in love with.
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 2:22 AM UTC
Twenty-One Years and A Day
I'm still awake. I'm still awake. My mind is foggy- My stomach is churning- Starbucks booster pack Double punching me in the gut... 34 hours ago I woke up. I'm still awake. I'm still awake. And it *****
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
Insomnia
I know why you're mad... _I don't blame you for that_ I would be too. Your sister isn't the only one I hurt, _Yes believe it or not you have feelings too_ But we are fixing what we broke. So I hope someday you'll move past this, _I know it won't be easy_ But I almost lost your sister, And it would **** to lose you too.
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Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC
For Her Sister
I am many things. Most of them I am not proud of... I am my own lurking monster in the dark, My own nightmare in the flesh. I am my own worst enemy, Even when I'm at my best. As far as ways I'm good. Well... There was just you... And now that you don't believe in me, I have _nothing_ I'm am no good... _Worthless_
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Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 4:30 AM UTC
Believe