A buzzing feeling
spreading from my chest
down to my fingertips
the heat in my throat
can't be washed away
vivid dreams
like every night is a full moon
feeling wearied and vigorous
all at once
this vessel can only hold so much
being afraid to explode
but maybe thats the point
to explode
May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 6:37 AM UTC
i sit still in my room
haveing planned out
my future
believing
i have a gift to predict it
i sit still in my mind
as the light
of the hopefulness
slowly fades
to a flicker in the sky
far away
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 5:34 AM UTC
when you realise,
that you can get out..
of any bad situation,
that you hold your world in your hands
you instantly become capable of anything
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 6:31 PM UTC
self discovery,
is a strange path
a winded one
its hard to grasp
and will escape your fingers
at any possible chance it has
why is it that
the true version of yourself
tries so hard to get away
skewed by society
warped by our own reality
perhaps our real selves,
aren't real at all
how do i tell
who is the real me
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 3:47 AM UTC
i look at myself
compared from then and now
and i am proud
i just am, proud
it took me so long,
to look in the mirror
and see myself
i felt so invisible
i basically didnt exist
im so sorry
to past me
you did not deserve to be treated so bad
by the one person, who shouldve had your back
me
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 3:35 AM UTC
i sit here,
trying to refuel my passions
for the many things
he took away from me
i sit here
not embarrassed
of who i am
i sit here
sometimes questioning myself
because his voice at the back of my head
still judges me
for liking the things i do
i sit here
trying to regain the pieces of me
that had fallen all over the floor
i am almost there
i am almost full
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 3:28 AM UTC
i'm different now, id like to think
reading the past is as strange as it seems
a girl, so lost
i see
its hard to bare, the words of her/
i see into her,
so many years of pain, filled with resentment
for herself,
misunderstanding of the fact,
that she needs a reason to exist
she just does
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 3:24 AM UTC
The smell of old clothes
Lingers in the air after the things are gone
The past here has seen so much,
But the present and the future will be lost
I pick up the old sweater,
give it a one last smell
may the taste linger forever
it was a good one
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 8:57 AM UTC
does your mind ever just feel
so BLANK
in a way you can't even explain?
because I can't
I can't seem to for the past while
and it hurts so bad
but its just what I am
I try to explain
but every time I'm misunderstood
you can't comprehend what goes on inside this rut
I still try to explain
but you still don't understand
maybe some day you will
but for now I stand
by myself
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 8:50 PM UTC
writing poems is pretentious they say,
did you know?
apparently I'm stuck up my own ***
if I don't
sorry you act to good to express how
you really feel
you think its 'gay' and 'pathetic'?
well okay
say what you want
I dont care
it makes me feel alive
do you like feeling dead?
it's like your thoughts come to life
and it feels so real
I feel sorry for you,
if you think you're too good to express
or maybe on the other end
you're just too insecure to address?
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC