
lia-frenae
I originally come from poetfreak.com ...but that situation just got weird and now the website will be gone for good on December 31st, 2016. I decided to finally convert to hellopoetry like many of the people on that site. It was a small community on there and it was nice.But enough of that...my name is Aliah, I'm 18, and living life in art.
The nazis are coming
And I'm afraid.
The nazis are coming
Continuing to invade.
I want to hold every dear person I love,
keep them locked away
until they are gone.
They will scream, shout, and fight
And so would we
But this race war
Is not what this country needs.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
As much as I love you...
Sometimes i wonder if the student loans were worth it if it meant getting away from you.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 11:15 PM UTC
Theres something we all haven't done in life that others have
Theres always something we want that seems impossible to get
With the right attitude...
Its possible.
Because theres a such thing as the glass
Life is like window shopping
We go through many obstacles at a slow yet fast rate and we pick which ones we'd like to endeavor.
Relationships, jobs, talents, all sorts of obstacles.
At times it may seem that its taking a little too long to reach them
But we must be patient and remember,
We aren't always going to be the ones looking through the glass,
At some point, we are going to be in the glass.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC
I turn my head and drown my mind in thoughts that say everything is okay
When the sun comes up I feel dead and unappreciated to be living by the world that knows me
I feel the need to spend all my time around strangers in order to feel something
They say I look sad all the time
That makes me cringe because of all the muscles I have to move to create a smile...
and say "No Im fine!"
My pride means the world to me
and if I force myself to accept this,
the denial of my walking depression will disappear
and then the depression itself wont move,
itself would not be a thing.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC
your blue eyes cant hide behind that long brown hair
so electric, so sea
I see, them wander me.
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC
She grew up to be strong
She's intelligent on her own and in the books
Beautiful inside and out
With confidence designed by the best architect she knows,
Her mama.
She grew up in constant question
And unknown yearn
Oblivious that she misses a father she know of,
but doesn't know.
She dreamed of her wedding at times, wondering who would walk her down the aisle to her husband,
But her father would never do such a thing.
He would never dream to hope or threaten my fiancé to take care of me
But hell, he doesn't even know if Im alive half the time.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
little girl
where are goin, little girl
whats on yo mind, little girl
i tell you, i tell you, i tell you
yous a little girl, in big world
doin big woman things
you dont even know what that means
you steady get used
you very confused
youre very alone..
and you pulled out a loan..now
how gonna pay that
how you pay that
how you gonna pay that
how you pay that
lit-tle girl
lit-tle girl
little girl?
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC
I feel dumb for even caring this much,
because I'm starting to feel it even wouldn't matter to you
As this semester comes to an end, I'm worried
we will too...with an exception of the summer
I sometimes wonder why you never ask to hang anymore,
but we're still best friends last I heard
Or never ask about things that mean much to me anymore
And I feel there's so much you don't know of,
besides my love life
Like my sickened grandmother in Research
Like my depression that people are oblivious to
How I'm worried I have a mental illness
And the basics of life that are troubling for us all
I'd still like to know what's bothering you
And what's up because I care to know
Times have been busy but time can still be made for some things.
The other day you thought I was bluntly talking about you indirectly to someone else, in your face...
And you came at me so hard like I was your enemy
I wasn't talking about you, but you thinking I was,
wasn't what hurt me.
It's how you came at me...
we can joke and smile and talk here and there
But can we stop pretending everything is normal?
We've come too far to not express what hurts
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
I can't help thinking of my lonesomeness
How I like it
But it brings deep melancholism
When I crave to be left alone
I can't be left in the dark
I beg to be not known
Yet must not be ignored
It's a complicated way to live a life
It's hard to explain to oneself
That I am oneself that must feel as one with one and around two
And wonder why being one isn't enough for someone who's lifestyle is
secluded
Which one thought would be more peaceful
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 12:28 AM UTC