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kelly-6
kelly-6
American I love german and poety and brianna and cofffee
I love you but I leave you. I cant stand you. but I need you. when you kiss me, My stomach does whirlly bops all around yet when i kiss you youre as calm at a bat. Its like im your pure happiness im your ****** but you never forfill that high youre searching for the high you got when you first kissed me. But then i start to wonder If you ever miss me.
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
confusion.
I get nervous around you. I feel my heart drop to my stomach. Your smile warms my heart And freezes time. You have eyes like no other They stare deep inside of me They know my deepest secrets And my most broadest details. The way you look at me Like you miss me Like you hate me Like youre unsure of what love really means You can lie to yourself all you want I'm still with you The reminisce of me haunts you at night You love me But you have that macho man way of life So you can't love me. But you want to I hope. The way your lips move Is like no other. Its smooth like a hockey puck on ice Its words travel like teenage kids trying to escape Their lives. Something I know you wanna do. Everything you say, Everything you do, Leads me to believe You just want to leave.
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 4:48 AM UTC
you.
Bad things happen to good people Bad things happen to bad people Bad things happen to everyone Its inevitable. As I lay here thinking Why do all the horrible things happen to me I realize Its not just I, whom is struggling Everyone is struggling This society of "if you don't have this you ain't **** Is growing larger and money is growing smaller I don't want to leave But what if its the best thing for me I don't want to sit here and starve anymore I have nothing left My optimism is decreasing day by lonely day. I just can no longer live with this hope that will never Be, what am I to do? Who am I to call? Its then you fully understand This world is selfish No one is going to give you food No one is going to buy you clothes Or give you a warm bed to sleep in at night Its that very second while you're sitting there cold hungry and alone that you realize you're on your own
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Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC
never ending.
Home life is sweltering Home life is overwhelming I want to get out I can't get out I'm trapped in this horrible place Where I'm never enough No matter how hard I try I'm always on my own I'm not alone But on my own I am not stuck here forever Just for a few more dreadful years Then I can leave And be happy And I can go out until I want to come home And turn the heat up as high as I want And be free But As for right now My rights aren't limitless They have bounderys Lots of them But I will get out someday And I will be happy
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
home life
Its a blank feeling in your life A white empty box It leads you no where It shows you nothing Sometimes it makes you sad Yet sometimes it makes you glad It can be peaceful It can be sorrow filled It can bring you great emotion Why be In that blank space when there is so much more you can do? Draw a book Draw a plane Draw whatever the hell your brain wants Use your blank box and make it colorful Get off your phone Get off the media Same stories every time use your imagination, draw your wonderland
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
boredom
His wife is somewhat spooky She looks like she's About to cry She somewhat is scared She is about to die She is dragged into the school On a leash She cant get away She no longer wants to stay He wants her there Just to stare While he teaches the delinqents How to act She is afraid Not of them But of what they're capable of They can cause much grief and much pain When will they decide to take their reign To whom will they distinguish first Shall it be me Shall it be me? I need out of this place Its an utter disgrace.
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC
his wife
I love you You loved me But you through me Off your tree With a shove, shove, shove-e-dove You became my worst enemy.
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC
h e a r t b r e a k
What's the point of Listening to what others think You are beautiful What's the point They can make you go from happy and gay To sad and grey You're beautiful anyways Opinions dont matter You have the only opinion that has ever mattered It should be, I am beautiful I am unique I won't let others Tell me what to think.
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 7:01 PM UTC
Untitled
He is quite mysterious With words that make him sound delirious Actions oh so secretive Its like he tries to drive me crazy But in the end I'm far to lazy For him to drive me crazy
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 9:46 AM UTC
mysterious man