Alone, oh so alone
friends find lovers
or become one themselves
they drift away and
leave me there to drown
... to die
He likes someone
he stops talking to me
becomes distant
he says I can tell him anything
but you would take it back the second I said I love you
Best friends
I wish I could have been more
But I guess I missed my chance
Prom
I was so excited to go
Go with him
... But not anymore
Not now
You would hate me if you knew
So I guess I'll draw away too
I'll find my own life raft
make it from nothing if I have to
They say "follow your hear"
But I can't when it's in your possession
I don't think you'll give it back
anytime soon
But I know that when you do
It will be in a million pieces
But the worst thing is
that you don't even know
You don't know that I love you
You don't know you're breaking me
just by being you
I hope that other girl
Is smart enough to never
let you go
Because letting you go
will be one of the hardest things
I've ever done
Sincerely,
Me
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 10:35 AM UTC
Drifting
Drifting
Just drifting through life
Never knowing never feeling
Just living to live
Talking to talk
Walking to walk
Where is the meaning or reason to live, walk, or talk
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
Dear You,
My mind is white, almost like a blank canvas waiting for one to paint such art on it. I do not know how to think, what to say, or how to even breathe. I've noticed the harshness of life pass directly through me and my blank reaction almost as if it was nothing, almost as if i've never been hurt.
This isn't a poem, but a letter to my parents telling them that yes i might be young but i know the feeling of numb, yes i might be young but i know what the want feels like when all you want to do is drown your sorrows in a drink, a smoke, a person.
This isn't a poem, but a letter to my family, telling them that what i've taken interest in, isn't wrong. This is not something that i've just learned from television or the thin air, this is my heart and the way i feel, i've figured i can love him the same way i could love her, forgetting their different looks and parts, they both work the same so why can't i love and treat them the same?
This isn't a poem but a letter to my first love saying that i know what intentions i have and i know the tender heart that lies inside of me for you. I know that you may not believe me or ever see me with you again but the love that i feel for you remain in every word i've written to you because only when i write, my real feelings come out.
This isn't a poem but a letter to my mind saying that it's okay to overthink but it's never okay to forget to breathe. You can't live without the adventures and the love you earned. You can't live without fights and hate, you can't live without crying and breaking. This all makes you, you. So why change it?
This is not a poem but a letter to my heart saying why are you acting as if you don't care? too afraid to come out of the shadows, too afraid to be hurt. Why are you acting as if you can't love and as if you cannot change the world and follow those dreams that move behind your closed lids.
This is a letter to them asking why worry about who to love so young? why not wait till it comes? and once it goes, why do you break? hurting and acting as if you won't make it today.
This is a letter to society wondering why do we have to fit a certain image to be beautiful? why shouldn't love win and hate die deep within? why shouldn't one race be the same as the other? and why when we try to change the world, to change the ways of life, we die?
This isn't a poem but a letter, a letter to you and your heart and mind. A letter to everyone who's thinks as they lie, their cries drifting off into the night.
This is a letter from someone full of hope and change.
--
Sincerely, Dom.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
Step 1: Get out of bed
Step 2: Look in the mirror
Step 3: Practice your smile
Step 4: Eyedrops to hide the red eyes
Step 5: Conceal the dark circles
Step 6: Breathe
The curtains are almost up
Step 7: Lock down the pain
Step 8: Ignore the weight on your chest
Step 9: Silence the screams inside of your mind
Step 10: Choke down the sobs
Step 11: Ignore the stinging in your eyes
Step 12: Swallow past the tightness in your throat
You’ve put on this show a million times
Step 13: Don’t let them see
Times up. Curtains up. Camera rolling
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
hell is a place where
you constantly love those that
do not love you back.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
Waking up to a heavy chest
My body begging me to sleep again
And my anxiety begins the second I realize I'm alive
I'm trying to learn to function
With all of this negative energy inside me
I know it'll pass and
I know it'll get better
But right now it hurts
I feel unloved
Unloveable
I feel lost inside myself
A place I can't stay too long
Before I lose my mind
I can tell myself I'm worth it and
That my worth isn't defined by others
And it works for a bit
Until something else comes up and
My heart loses its energy
And I either feel like giving up
Or ready to fight everyone
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
Being underwater can be fun
When you jump off of the diving board
Or when you race your friend
But it can also be scary and cruel
You go underwater and hold your breath
And all of a sudden you forget which way is up
Your lungs start to burn
And you are at a loss for what to do
But then you let out one little bubble of air
You see which way it goes and you follow
Hope has returned to you
It keeps you going until you reach the surface
When you do your lungs hurt
And air feels heavy
But you are safe and sound
Even though you almost died
Saw your life flash before your eyes
You are now fine
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
When
ever
I want a starple
It chould change my mind
to want a watrly
although both things are strange
they would go very well
with a xempertal
You may not know what these things are
So go ahead and imagine
For everything is what you make it
even if it's yeplish
Sorry this poem isn't very catchy or fun
But at least it is
farshenarple
A few things are strange
But a worolopo would be stranger
So don't ponder on the meaning of this poem
Instead
imagine what a hadowted is
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC