jessi - Hello Poetry

Monday nights I am alone I sit in my ridiculous green chair rewatch my comfort shows avoiding words I can't say and read sappy words that make me cry lines about what could have would have should have been salt ******* eyes instead of glasses laughs captured in sobs dragons ripping my heart to shreds goblins looting emotions hidden stories written by kindred spirits ghosts I could be Monday nights I am alone you are happy with friends ruling magical worlds of your creation

0

Jul 14, 2025

Jul 14, 2025 at 9:39 PM UTC

d&d without me

Monday nights I am alone I sit in my ridiculous green chair rewatch my comfort shows avoiding words I can't say and read sappy words that make me cry lines about what could have would have should have been salt ******* eyes instead of glasses laughs captured in sobs dragons ripping my heart to shreds goblins looting emotions hidden stories written by kindred spirits ghosts I could be Monday nights I am alone you are happy with friends ruling magical worlds of your creation

22

i would die once more just to best you one more time/you've died a thousand times in my mind/one more time for me would leave me at peace/the tired mornings and painful nights of you and i would be no more/and i would be the victor/you could laugh and feel like you have won/but the joke will be on you/i am the winner now/i have died a thousand and one times and i am finally free

0

Jul 5, 2025

Jul 5, 2025 at 5:16 PM UTC

i have died 1000 times

i would die once more just to best you one more time/you've died a thousand times in my mind/one more time for me would leave me at peace/the tired mornings and painful nights of you and i would be no more/and i would be the victor/you could laugh and feel like you have won/but the joke will be on you/i am the winner now/i have died a thousand and one times and i am finally free

1

I tell myself everytime someone new starts keep to yourself, don't let them know your dark thoughts, your impulses your joy keep to yourself, they'll use it against you but then they open their souls telling of their darkness, their chinks in their armour similar experiences, shared damage and now we're friends bonded with the distrust of authority and hatred of the same enemy facing the day with humor and parody one day I walk through the door no longer greeted with an eye roll a smirk I toss my keys across the desk hit the power button on the monitor goodbye scrawls across the screen I opened up bonded with this kindred spirit and now I'm alone next time I'll keep to myself I won't say a word I won't get attached next time

0

Jul 5, 2025

Jul 5, 2025 at 4:50 PM UTC

work hurts

I tell myself everytime someone new starts keep to yourself, don't let them know your dark thoughts, your impulses your joy keep to yourself, they'll use it against you but then they open their souls telling of their darkness, their chinks in their armour similar experiences, shared damage and now we're friends bonded with the distrust of authority and hatred of the same enemy facing the day with humor and parody one day I walk through the door no longer greeted with an eye roll a smirk I toss my keys across the desk hit the power button on the monitor goodbye scrawls across the screen I opened up bonded with this kindred spirit and now I'm alone next time I'll keep to myself I won't say a word I won't get attached next time

32

Every SunDay I sat acRoss from him watching as he mIndlessly grabbed for his black pen out of his flannel shirt pockeT Every Sunday we walkEd to the corner stoRe Across the street from our small picket Fence and grabbed a Sunday paper from the bottoM of the Stack. Every SundaY He wore his glasSes instead of his contacts. "It gives me better brain function" he said Every Sunday Every SUnday he asked me the strangest questions imaginable. "WHats a 4 letter word for 'In times past'" to which I would respond "once might fit," or whatever tHe answer could be. Every Sunday we became an invinCible team a word fighting Duo Every SuNday we defeated the greatest villain to newspapers everywhere the NY Times Crossword every sunday i fell in love more and more a never-ending crossword.

0

Nov 26, 2017

Nov 26, 2017 at 8:31 PM UTC

Sunday Ink Stains

Every SunDay I sat acRoss from him watching as he mIndlessly grabbed for his black pen out of his flannel shirt pockeT Every Sunday we walkEd to the corner stoRe Across the street from our small picket Fence and grabbed a Sunday paper from the bottoM of the Stack. Every SundaY He wore his glasSes instead of his contacts. "It gives me better brain function" he said Every Sunday Every SUnday he asked me the strangest questions imaginable. "WHats a 4 letter word for 'In times past'" to which I would respond "once might fit," or whatever tHe answer could be. Every Sunday we became an invinCible team a word fighting Duo Every SuNday we defeated the greatest villain to newspapers everywhere the NY Times Crossword every sunday i fell in love more and more a never-ending crossword.

40

i keep my depression locked in a box. it's not a particularly large one, or anything ornate but a box nonetheless. it's roughly the shade of a rain cloud about to burst. it has a vague beauty about it. this box has the innocence of a small child the mystery and danger of Pandora's box. the more i think about it it's not just one box. i have enough boxes, to build a castle much like one a toddler would build. my depression, my anxiety, my fears, my love. boxes stacked, neatly, rows. they fit around eachother, forming a larger box. sometimes i wonder if the state of the boxes determines how i feel. if the anxiety box is knocked to the left am i more anxious? if it falls off the tower, am i going to lose it completely? i keep all of my feelings in perfectly square boxes each a different shade of rain cloud all stacked neatly, in order.

0

Mar 30, 2015

Mar 30, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC

boxes

i keep my depression locked in a box. it's not a particularly large one, or anything ornate but a box nonetheless. it's roughly the shade of a rain cloud about to burst. it has a vague beauty about it. this box has the innocence of a small child the mystery and danger of Pandora's box. the more i think about it it's not just one box. i have enough boxes, to build a castle much like one a toddler would build. my depression, my anxiety, my fears, my love. boxes stacked, neatly, rows. they fit around eachother, forming a larger box. sometimes i wonder if the state of the boxes determines how i feel. if the anxiety box is knocked to the left am i more anxious? if it falls off the tower, am i going to lose it completely? i keep all of my feelings in perfectly square boxes each a different shade of rain cloud all stacked neatly, in order.

34

so much lead up to those three simple words then they become common repeated over and over only to become meaningless

0

Dec 30, 2014

Dec 30, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC

i love you

so much lead up to those three simple words then they become common repeated over and over only to become meaningless

8

hi beware of getting close to me. we can be friends for a while, and then i’ll get attached. that’s when things get sour i fall apart thinking about what you think about. growing close to you is terrifying.. and i can’t quite go with it. I’m sorry i’m scared i’m not good at this. Can we forget that this existed?

0

Nov 2, 2014

Nov 2, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC

angst

hi beware of getting close to me. we can be friends for a while, and then i’ll get attached. that’s when things get sour i fall apart thinking about what you think about. growing close to you is terrifying.. and i can’t quite go with it. I’m sorry i’m scared i’m not good at this. Can we forget that this existed?

12

I'm tired of just being a pebble in the sand a stone on the road a chip in the granite I'm tired of just being a life studying the in's and out's of failure a life yet to be lived a life waiting to be taken I'm tired of waiting on change when the dollar is already broken when the coins rattle to the floor when the girl i see in the mirror isn't the girl i grew up with.

0

Nov 2, 2014

Nov 2, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC

Untitled

I'm tired of just being a pebble in the sand a stone on the road a chip in the granite I'm tired of just being a life studying the in's and out's of failure a life yet to be lived a life waiting to be taken I'm tired of waiting on change when the dollar is already broken when the coins rattle to the floor when the girl i see in the mirror isn't the girl i grew up with.

24

Define Sexuality, You like Boys You like girls You like both There is no black There is no white Only the in-between Every last one of us is defined by What makes us hot when will we realize that we are not a definition that we are not sexuality that we are people

0

Oct 28, 2014

Oct 28, 2014 at 10:04 AM UTC

Define Sexuality

Define Sexuality, You like Boys You like girls You like both There is no black There is no white Only the in-between Every last one of us is defined by What makes us hot when will we realize that we are not a definition that we are not sexuality that we are people

17

when you are around; the words don't flow the thoughts don't make sense the sounds i make are incoherent when you are around; i see nothing more you are my sight. when you are around i forget that i hate the world that i am alone that there are other people, in this world. when you are around; you make me feel whole you make me feel like maybe there is a purpose. when you are around; you make me love you, even more.

0

Oct 21, 2014

Oct 21, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC

Around

when you are around; the words don't flow the thoughts don't make sense the sounds i make are incoherent when you are around; i see nothing more you are my sight. when you are around i forget that i hate the world that i am alone that there are other people, in this world. when you are around; you make me feel whole you make me feel like maybe there is a purpose. when you are around; you make me love you, even more.

21