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molly-whateva
molly-whateva
I write a bunch of ... / blueprints.
I found the perfect life partner and to my surprise, I've only written a few sappy cringe love poems about him because I get to live the love poem out loud every day of my life It's almost been 4 years of loving this man, and from day one, I've never been more sure about anything: this is the purest, best love that is so good I thought it was only fake until I found it. there is no perfect set of words just a crawling smile on my face every time I think of his name. to love so nicely, and to be loved so incredibly in return is life's greatest wonder how did I find this love that comes with no complications? "how?" every day, but it's a question you shake off because you don't need to ponder it for too long, before you know it you're just 3 hours into a new conversation, legs touching while sitting on the couch, a glance over while you work next to each other separately, head thrown back in laughter as you share a bath in the tub, running errands together happily getting ketchup for your fridge, holding hands as you wait in line at the doctor, playing with his hair as he rests and he smiles in his sleep, just constantly in wonder, in awe, in love
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Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 2:36 PM UTC
sry 2 brag
You tell me what you think I'll stare back, maybe nod my head I am older and still not wiser, I crave less and less but want more Most things seem unattainable - is this where it starts? Is this growing up and losing hope? Has reality finally set in and I've realized that in order for a dream to come true, you have to first fully realize what that dream actually is, and it has to be so specific that you can taste it before it's even accomplished? At 25, I'm unsure I ever really knew how to dream, then All of my desires are so vague, maybe I've convinced myself they're more likely to happen that way
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Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 1:49 PM UTC
25
is there something to be said about this? letting it out, but only quietly only in secret speaking into the void so no one hears me thinking i think it'd be embarrassing, having everyone see you mutter words, you chose those words, you structured them that way, and you want the world to listen to them, lacking composure? i think it'd be embarrassing. But instead i prefer vague public interpretation, you tell me what you think i'm thinking, does this arm movement tell you what i am craving, does this ****** shaking show you that i am not content, does me on stage twirling around for a paying audience make this crystal clear? I'd never tell you what i was thinking, but here's a little summary, take it how you want and judge me for it.
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 12:10 AM UTC
Untitled
I'm 24 but haven't thought much about it yet. Still poor and unsure. Sometimes bored and unmotivated. Sometimes inspired, consuming media and art and thinking, wow, how do humans really create this? I feel like I could create something good someday...but will I ever have the money, will I ever dedicate the time needed to fulfill the potential that I feel I have? If not, hopefully i have fun regardless...is that more important? Is that more successful? Anyway. I'm 24 and disconnected.
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Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 12:30 AM UTC
24_rambled_thoughts.mp4
staying up late to feel my teeth crumble under the sugar in this wine watching scary things on the television wondering why in the dark, I think the shadows might be out to get me. I dont know what I think they are or why they scare me. Do they even scare me? Left unfinished, playing in the background, the scary tv shows become my night light so i dont have to think about the shadows in the dark
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Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 12:05 AM UTC
green room
Red tinted teeth Stained nicotine I am so comfortable alone, but only after I've checked each closet for monsters
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Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 12:43 AM UTC
Untitled
Sink into the middle of the mattress Slight buzz of the air conditioning still on I miss everything so much Every experience I've had, every person I've known Maybe I'm too soft for this world, for the human condition One day I might afford therapy instead of ******* hellopoetry But thank you all for watching me grow up. ..if you're still alive over there, on the other side of this one sided 4am recurring chaotic conversation I've been having for years
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Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 4:56 AM UTC
(one more **** 2020 for us all)
comfort in his limbs, or simply in his presence. i just crave slowly inching my fingers up his arm wiping his shoulder with my thumb resting my heavy head on the pillow and my forehead against his bicep why can't i take care of myself when i am alone why am i treating my life as if it is on pause
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Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 4:31 AM UTC
graduated from pre-"life," as they say
i gave away my last pack of cigarettes but i should have saved them for emergency nights when the vape just isn't cutting it and feeling 23 sinks in with baggy eyes. my stomach is so full, i have a headache and this incessant whining makes me want to scratch at my skin until it peels off. earlier this evening (back when it was evening and not 4am) there was a spider crawling in my bed and i yelled for my brother, who luckily liked me enough in the moment to come in and pick up the daddy long leg and take it outside. I wonder, at 23, how i would live by myself. i wonder if i'll feel closer to my parents once i move out i wonder if i'll ever feel satisfied with my existence - but isn't that a bad thing? doesn't that mean giving up? is success a failure in this way.. when does the achievement of a dream leave you dreamless
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Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 4:26 AM UTC
i feel like...
isnt it strange how many lives we enter then leave, just to pretend it never happened. i miss so many people in different ways, and i miss who i was with them how different and how much growing i didnt know was coming. isnt it cool to see the timeline it scares me, too i thought letting go would be a release i thought people lived, learned, then moved on in a way that allowed them to not miss their old lives because the new ones are better, older, more mature but what if growing up is just collecting dusty memories i guess it is all about remembering the good things i just dont know who i am - only what i've been
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 12:54 AM UTC
reflections - a wine bottle in