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hopelesspoet
hopelesspoet
I love poetry, and I love writing, but this I'm new to writing poetry so I am more than open to suggestions and help
a lone star stuck between galaxies, watches the other stars wishing for a super nova to pass waiting for its chance to impress as who can be impressed by the shine, if nobody can see it? maybe they can see they just want to ignore they ignore the last glimmer of personality the universe is never ending, but forever this star is alone, trying to impress, those who can’t see, the hopeless glimmer that wishes to be a shine but that doesn’t want to be annoying.
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
annoying and alone
Guns they sit, cold and still, Until they're fired, then they **** Knives are fine, whilst they lay Until they're fired, then they slay Grenades are shy, in their shell, Until the pin drop and the life they quell Ropes are good, they have their use, Until they are used for a noose Words are brilliant, truthful, not vain Until they cause too much pain Until they make you use the gun, knife, grenade or rope So be careful what you say But how can you stop?
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
Until
Words flying around my head Whilst I desire my bed The motivation is no longer But how can my dreams come true I wonder As I think In between my sheets I break the promises I have vowed to keep Escape this place, this tired town How to not settle down I don’t want to stay But work is so hard, I want to wail As my brain is fuzzy And I limbs don’t work I curl up , and embrace my future Don’t work, don’t achieve Stay in my tomb, that I have shut The daily routine to carry on Never stopping My life never moving on If I put in no work, I can’t go on But how to give, when it’s all I've been doing All my life, my brain stretched and molded And now I wonder has it all been for nothing You’re smart, You’re capable You’ll sail through You’re pretty You’re charming DON’T YOU HAVE A CLUE? It’s not enough, nothing is I could give my soul I can’t cope, I can’t achieve There’s nothing left I sleep on my tear sodden pillow Hoping to wake up, But hoping to stay asleep.
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
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