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kaytlun
i like watching sunsets but id rather share them with you i like all my playlist and now my songs remind me of you i like being alone but i’d rather be alone with you
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
you
I ate the yellow paint to make me happy. I want to smile again The people around me were worried about my colour lacking face. So every morning, as the sun rose, I drowned my unsaid words in yellow paint. The colour was brought back to my cheeks, and everyone said that i was glowing. I started eating the yellow paint day and night, to brighten my dreams. Yellow paint for breakfast lunch and dinner. No one complained. Except for my stomach, lungs and heart. The yellow paint made my outside looks better, but slowly destroyed my inside. You see, yellow paint is poison, no matter how bright. So it slowly killed me, but everyone said I looked alright.
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 3:31 PM UTC
Yellow Paint
i don’t remember being happy. i remember having happy moments with a lingering sadness crouched behind my ribs waiting to pour itself out through my eyes
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
honestly
i preach about self love when it’s something i lack i tell you to hold on when i’m not sure i can i comfort your worries while mine cloud over me i encourage you to take care of yourself while i struggle to stand i teach you to love what you see in the mirror while i can’t even look into mine
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
hypocrite
i’m stuck on this island. i don’t remember how i got here. but i’ve tried to make it my home. nobody but the waves to speak to. who hold my hand at night, but are the fears i can’t let go of.   the waves keep my secrets, but they know my breaking points too. they taunt my every move and point out every mistake. the waves are all i have to keep me company under star filled skies
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
my island and the waves
your soul was a rose petal delicate and beautiful to those who ever had the pleasure of seeing it you were a rose with no thorns too pure for the cruel world unable to fight back you fought anyway and you tried and I will try for you
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Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
a soul like yours
we were both halves of something we didn’t know what of but we knew we weren’t complete so we took our broken selves to make a new whole each hoping to be full again
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
two broken pieces