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lilly-tereza
lilly-tereza
American To describe one's self is to limit it.
Every time I turn they hit me again and it hurts because I can't breathe or sleep or think or smirk or frown or talk or cry, without thinking about those vacuous memories we made that have woven their way into my godforsaken heart.
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
Mourn
*i wrote a lot of great poetry when i was in love i wrote even better poetry when i was in pain i wrote the best poetry when i realized that the two emotions were actually the same.*
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC
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I was not supposed to get this far; I should not breathe this air. I'm riding a wave of borrowed time I don't believe is fair. I'm older and wiser and fatter and poorer and I'm burning my fuse at both ends But tomorrow I'll wake up and put on my make up And try not to let down my friends.
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
Update
I can't explain the thrill I get When he sweetly holds my hand, After a morning of wrapping those same Fingers around my throat.
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
Bedtime thoughts
"No!" she shouted, Pushing herself as far into her bed as she could. Pressing her hands over her ears, blocking out everything but the music blasting in from her ear buds. She dissolved into the sound, Forcing her mind To let go Of feelings such as touch and smell Until she was weightless, Floating into a void Rather than sitting in the smog Of cigarette smoke and alcohol That was omnipresent in her house. Just relax, she thought. Letting the guitars and voices Of her saviors wash over her, She fell into a half sleep, Where the only thing Other than the music Was the longing to live here, Endlessly, In a void of nothing. Because if there's one thing she'd learned, It was better to feel nothing at all Than nothing but pain.
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 5:34 AM UTC
August 20th, 2013
School Seven ****** Hours Of Our Lives, Feels like we're tied Up in a world Full of people trying to bring us down. In four years I've watched My best friends' smiles Turn to frowns Only to be replaced by Red lines on skin, Straight like the coke she snorts Just to get high And FEEL something For a little while.
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 5:23 AM UTC
Senior Year
You cut me open with words of hate You filled my gut with lies You made me think the worst of thoughts You made me hate my life But I would do it all again So your bullets wouldn't hit her You ******* drunk just stay away Don't touch my little sister Daddy you're the devil Without the trace of an angle's grin So finish off that bottle because Your heart is lost in sin I'm all grown up and far away I'm sure you miss your punching bag Can't you see how beautiful she is? Please, don't ******* hurt her, Dad
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
Untitled
I just want you to be happy but sometimes and selfishly I want to be your happiness But 'happiness is a choice' you say and you didn't choose me I clung onto the idea since you made me happy it would be the same for you What is happiness now? where has it gone to? In time, society has robbed us the real meaning of happiness Go on your own way and pursue your happiness for your smile, is my smile your laugh, is my laugh and I'll be happy when you find your happiness because I love you always have, always will
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
true love in happiness
Same song, different tune Cuts so fresh, but they're not new Weeping softly, think of you And open up the veins so blue. I'm sorry.
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Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
Red Lines
Oh, I have been released. My river had dried. I was dying of thirst. But now words flood my mind. I want to make, To create. To BE. Oh, I have been released, And nothing could feel So good.
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
Release