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lia-frenae
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.
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Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
Sad times
As much as I love you... Sometimes i wonder if the student loans were worth it if it meant getting away from you.
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Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 11:15 PM UTC
A frustrated 18 y old and her 40 y mom
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.
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Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC
Window shopping
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.
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC
In Denial
your blue eyes cant hide behind that long brown hair so electric, so sea I see, them wander me.
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Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC
I know you come in to see me.
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.
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
Girl without Daddy
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?
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Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC
Untitled
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
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
They said when you're hurt to write a letter
Feels as though.. Is it worth even saying?
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
Untitled
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
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 12:28 AM UTC
Solitude and Introverted