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giveusallavoice
giveusallavoice
25/F i write to give a voice to the voiceless. an aspiring musician, writer, and activist, aiming to shine some light upon our dimly lit world.
breathless it grips you with a cold blade tight around your throat no screams escape; no pleas get out- nothingness; no sound. . . . the whispers threaten; your pulse quickens "I'm a failure," "I'll never make it." stops. turns to: "no one wanted you anyway, so why are you still fighting me?" fragmented as it may be, you turn away; ashamed. frightened. in pain. but suddenly- a voice, growing stronger through the years rages on. "Because I deserve to not feel like this." "Because I deserve to feel wanted." "Because I deserve to believe the truth." "Because I deserve to not be in pain anymore." "Because I deserve to be happy." Because you deserve to be happy. I promise you deserve to be happy.
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
anxiety
if you think for just one second, that the soul you hold in your precious body isn't cared for by at least one being on this Earth, then you don't know this Earth, with Her twists and turns, Her forests, and streams, and winding roads And creatures numerously flooding her Blessed Planet. for the possibilities are nearly infinite and even as a realist or at worst, a pessimist you have to admit that the probability of millions of Human Beings on this Earth not caring about at least one soul-- YOUR soul is the true impossibility. so please consider this: in all the minutes and seconds you have to live, wouldn't you rather spend them smiling upon the moments you feel cared for than frowning upon the ones you feel not?
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 12:16 AM UTC
even the lonely hearts are loved.
my eyes are like the ocean my heart has the temperament of fire what I lack in devotion I make up for with desire.
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Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC
reasons in the mirror
your words once so pure now create a pain i cannot endure. your voice once so soft is now less than a whisper i don't want to hear anymore but i cannot condone your silence i cannot allow myself to listen anymore. i cannot justify to myself the violence your echo resonants in my bloodstained ears.
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 12:02 AM UTC
echo
i remember the lost nights the starry skies beckoning for our call i remember the stupid puns the illegal driving that caused your anxiety to C R A S H- right into me. but how could i forget? when your anxiety ran rampant a collision of devestation unparalleled by delight. how could i forget? watching a beautiful soul crush himself under my weight how could i forget? the collapse of anything sacred- the burdens you put on me the burdens I put on you. no... I remember. i remember you unbecoming you- and me becoming me.
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Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 11:57 PM UTC
i remember.
we are the forgotten souls we are the ones who thought we'd been left behind when really we did the leaving
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Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
we are the forgotten souls
i cannot sit here knowing the future is full of so much promise and possibility. i cannot sit here knowing the past is bereft of so much comfort and hope. i must keep moving knowing the present is.
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Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC
the present
simply because someone has a kind soul does not mean they deserve your pain. in fact, maybe you should realize that not all kind souls have full hearts. often our hearts are broken often are hearts are torn often we break them for you a kind soul does not always mean a happy one. and sometimes they want you to understand that. we are all broken. but not all of us choose to break others.
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Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 10:01 PM UTC
a kind soul
i'm afraid. . . . . . but i shouldn't be. i linger on . . . hesitations. italktoquicklysometiemsspeedingupandforcingmyselfto s l    o      w d o w n and when i'm slow again, when i'm clear again, when I ..... pause. i seek comfort in the strength of words, of music... something that i can't lose again. something i can TOUCH. something i can FEEL. only to find it, and lose it once more.
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 10:45 PM UTC
anxiety
why is it that i can still retrace every single piece of your shattered heart back to mine? even when time goes by even when we both lie to ourselves even when the page runs dry we coincide. yet still, it remains unanswered how- years go by, yet you will never trace a piece of your fully whole heart back to me
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 9:58 PM UTC
why