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grayskies
grayskies
17/Non-binary i write to escape my worries and my deadlines. any feedback is wholly accepted and appreciated!
Ophelia’s swinging herself across her lake The salt of the water is hitting my face. Can she leave? Can’t she go? I’m fed up with the artificial show. Female insanity, that’s me. If I die today I’ll make it pretty.
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Dec 13, 2021
Dec 13, 2021 at 9:46 AM UTC
32percent
There's no air in the lungs; no space to scream. Fog climbing the throat, you can barely breathe. Vision is messy, heartbeat is loud, your brain is being choked and you can't make a sound. A timer is ticking but there is no alarm: no end goal, no consequence, no evil, no harm.
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Aug 3, 2021
Aug 3, 2021 at 7:21 PM UTC
anxiety
Take me to the place I know. The lake that looks cold, where the wind stings your skin. Take me there, away from here. Away from saltine tears and diminishing reality. Take me to the place I think I know. The cliff by the sea, where the waves crash loudly. Take me there, take me anywhere. I don't even know what is reality.
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Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 4:55 AM UTC
Framed.
There are eight hundred different ways to describe the way that I feel when I look into your eyes: is it anger? Regret? Sadness? Fear? Did you know I haven't forgotten you all of these years? Yes, you did hurt me and for that, I cried for almost three months you can't be surprised- because what you took from me? Something so pure, and turned me into something else, that wasn't there before. It's been a while-; I'm glad of that. I see you've changed and I'm proud of that. I hope your new girl won't get hurt like me- please don't leave her in tears and ruined sexually.
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Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 11:58 AM UTC
to L
long black hair and white pale skin piercing eyes whilst sipping gin. don't know what's happening but let's begin our story. flashing lights and thumping bass I can't even feel my face. I feel like I'm going into dangerous territory. now your putting your number in my phone and saying that you need a lift home but I can't see and my head is blurry. but you look so good so i give in not knowing what's going to happen, not thinking we jump in the car and begin our journey. we're driving fast through the hillside then some lorry comes past and hits the side of my car.
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Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 1:18 PM UTC
cars
Just because there's a flash doesn't mean that I'm blinded, I see through the cash and the cars, I'm almost excited to learn about why you hide behind the fame. When you could use what you know to illuminate the way for change. But it was never for them, for us, or even you. Just fill the void with powder and a drink that'll do. Because the awards stay shiny and praise keeps coming, the only thing you lost was your sense of belonging.
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Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 10:26 AM UTC
fame or fear
"It's a lonely world" a Girl did cry. She wept and wept until Her tears ran dry. Eyes were burning, still pained from the salt "It's not worth it" spiralling Her thoughts. What could She do? There's nought more left- No bread nor jam nor time to rest. Not a friend or foe besides Herself, not a place to sit, not even dust on the shelf. She sits there in quiet, interrupted by Her fears because She knows She can't hold them back- those dreaded saltine tears.
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Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 9:57 AM UTC
Saltine Tears
having to sit in room of noise trying to fit in, trying to smile. they keep on talking "how's this, how's that?" i want them to stop, i don't know anymore. they're talking about nonsense and trying to talk to me. why are they talking to me.
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Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 10:22 AM UTC
noise
i remember those nights when we used to sing along to the cd we bought on a whim. and i remember those times when we used to smile whilst sitting on the beach which stretched for miles. and i remember those hours when we used to cry at 3am about our lives. but you have probably forgotten; what else can i do? i was just another girl who fell in love with you.
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Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 6:45 AM UTC
just another
my heart is pounding my hands are shaking. my mind is spinning my tears are leaking. my pen touches the paper the ink drips again. reminding me they're all the same, these men.
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Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 6:40 AM UTC
ink drips