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janoortje
janoortje
The Netherlands
Why break a fight about some lost chocolates though i am sure absolutely sure that i gave them to you last i looked up a term gas lighting Ever heard of it?
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May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 5:40 PM UTC
"You misplaced it"
she sits behind the tv watching in the living room surrounded by her family with empty eyes the only things she says are empty lies: “I'm okay, I'm alright, don't worry 'bout me” she was in her own fight and as a reality show plays in her mind she thinks of all the different ways and with the morning light she takes a chair and a rope having chosen on one of them to the tree in the garden to make a final flight.
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Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 4:20 PM UTC
suicide
My worn pages are my scars they show the places that I've been to they show I've seen the stars My painted quotes are the words I spoke And although they often speak of you, they were always perceived as a joke Now my binding is falling apart And I don't know what to do When will it come? This happy ending part
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC
I'm a Book
Care to explain the reason for being angry for swearing at me tell me what I did I might say sorry If only I knew what I did wrong you don't have to disrespect me just use words I understand **** you too for making me feel bad for I don't know what I don't need friends who use me and downgrade me because of their own jealousy **** you too*
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
F*ck you too
Stop making me feel bad for things like having higher grades Stop being jealous on someone you don't know Stop expecting things what will come will come Stop comparing I am not you and you are not me
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
Stop right now
All the noise of the world, can not make up for the silence in my heart. For where once a lullaby of love was sung, you can now only hear the beat of the drum. Here on earth, magic used to exist, displayed by the mysteries of nature But now all that we have left, is an explanation on a paper. My childhood has passed, no space to wonder anymore. When even the shape of my heart, made place for reality.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 5:16 AM UTC
Grown up
My future has been long decided, all to do was follow the right way, and make the right choices, for every wrong one I had to pay. My sight had been forced into one direction, all I could see was yesterday but one morning I opened my eyes, and knew, it was time to go away. The whole world stretched out before me and living right here, in today I learnt the meaning of freedom: I can do whatever I say
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
Freedom
And the perfect girl broke down, the girl who got the highest grades and always had her work done neat, she finally shred her tears, destroyed by society, asking her things she couldn't do, she came home after school, desperate to escape reality, her father didn't ask about her day, but told her to help in the house, and  that was it, she cried all night.
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Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
The perfect girl broke down
When reality gets bad, I like to escape, I read and write of countries never existed, about wars in a beautiful landscape. My mind is thinking only about there, The responsibilities are never mine, As I balance between these worlds, on a very fine line. Often I have to go back, To the reality of my life, Forced by the not-caring people around me, and I grab my often used knife. Let me stay there, when reality gets bad, There I don't have to deal with myself, There I don't have to pretend not to be sad, when reality gets bad.
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
When reality gets bad
My mind is thinking buzzing with ideas Can't form a single sentence my head is to far ahead of me. Got a pen in my hand which my brain seems to ignore Gonna make one more attempt Before I throw this paper to the floor.
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
A Creative Mind