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michaelamars
michaelamars
The simplest words can mean the most complicated of things.
you keep all your belongings even carry 'em along with you unaware of how you're taking up everybody's space And even when it doesn't fit you gather even more not knowing you're supposed to let go before you let in.
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC
excess baggage
he asked me to dance. he told me i looked beautiful. he told me he cared about me. he looked me in the eye.. he hugged me for a long time and told me not to cry. and i told him i loved him for the last time.
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
the last time
maybe if i started being sure, and stopped starting whatever i write with “maybe”, then i’d be able to do this properly… i’ d be able to tell you, how you make me fell this impossibly perfect love, that has become in a twisted way, possible for me. i know at times i hurt you but still you choose to stay with me. And i know i can be the most hard-headed girl in the world, imperfect, abnormal, and crazy most of the time, you could have left me anytime… but you never gave up on me.. and even if i could write forever, it’d never be enough.. because i’d never stop writing about you..
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
maybe
Let’s fall in love overnight. Tell me everything that crosses your mind at 2 AM, I’ll listen. Sing to me the songs that make you want to cry, I’ll sing along with you. Tell me all your dreams, and I’ll make them happen overnight. Let me in, let me feel your warmth and let me hold you; the way you hold a flightless bird with an injured wing, so gentle and fragile. That’s what this is. This feeling is fragile. This overnight love can break so easily, but for now let’s just secure it in the palm of our hands to the empty spaces in our hearts. Let’s fill it with this overnight love.
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
overnight love
I wasn't made to bend or fold always knew what in my hands I hold. There is always a choice and never will I be afraid to use my voice. Nothing can stop me but why is it that I am not free? What is it that I lack that always holds me back? All I ever wanted was to paint my life red Live loud despite the silent crowd Love freely even if others thought it was silly I wish I was brave enough to hold on to happiness but this is the truth that nobody says: You are only as happy as you choose to be and making that decision is what sets you free.
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
free.
I wish we didn’t fool around, knowing we could have been the real thing, if only we took the risk right from the start. Maybe then we wouldn’t be playing this silly game not knowing if our feelings should be taken seriously or not. Oh the games we play.
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
games
You know what I want? I want to be able to embrace my whole entirety as a person, to accept who and what I really am, although I’m not completely sure of myself. To be able to fully grasp the idea that I am my own person and that although there may be people better than me, I am enough, for myself, and maybe, luckily, for somebody else too.
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
Untitled
There's a certain kind of comfort in talking to strangers. Maybe it’s not having to care about what ***** thinks because you don’t know them at all, and when they begin to be of importance that you start to care, that’s where it starts to fall apart. That’s why you keep a certain distance from a person you actually want to care about; keeping them a stranger, but wanting them to be so much more, but you can never find the courage to get attached to, because when you start to care, things change.
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
Things change.
Maybe I am exactly like everybody else out there, wanting to escape, wanting to love, and be loved, wanting to be happy, and wanting to be content. I’m exactly like you, wanting everything that’s missing; but unlike you, I don’t want to be that anymore, I want to be happy with what I’ve got, and satisfied with all that I’ve been given.
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
Untitled
How do you carry on knowing you've damaged so much around you? How do you come to terms with the people you've hurt? How do you come to terms with yourself? How do you accept your situation? How do you accept how others see  you How do you accept yourself?
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
how