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npurgar
18/F/ohio i don’t really know what i’m doing...but here are some words i probably came up with at midnight.
one year from now… the thought of your hands grazing over my skin, or the sound of your laughter after i tell a bad joke, the way your eyes become so much smaller when you smile, or the reminiscences of your cologne in my car, the taste of your tounge as it brushes over mine, it won’t make me ache, because one year from now, i won’t know the you that i so desperately want to have now.
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Aug 14, 2022
Aug 14, 2022 at 11:49 PM UTC
one year from now
the newspaper and i have something in common overtime, we are forgotten about overtime, we begin to decay overtime, the sun beats down on us overtime, we are torn apart piece by piece overtime, there will be nothing left.
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Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
slowly decaying, not yet gone
everyone’s finally going to sleep but were waking up watching the sky change colors feeling the air become warmer hearing the birds chatting how could you sleep?
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Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 5:29 AM UTC
5am
whisper in my neck wrap your arms around me tell me you love me
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Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 7:45 PM UTC
necessity
if i take this pill will my life be over? because it seems like it already is. if i take this pill will all of my problems wash away? will they fall down the drain as fast as i fell for you? if i take this pill will your face disappear? because every time i shut my eyes you haunt me. if i take this pill can you promise me i won’t ever be alone again?
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Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 7:22 PM UTC
confessions and fears...
i hate how effortlessly words come out of your mouth. and i hate how the sound of your voice could soothe a stadium of 30,000 people. i hate that your laugh sends chills down my spine. and i hate that your touch is only a few streets away, but forbidden by the government.
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Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 9:36 PM UTC
Confessions
i’m hungry but the numbers on the scale from this morning tell me otherwise and i’m hungry but the way my stomach doesn’t lay flat against my body says diversely i’m hungry but i want to feel the bones sticking out of me i want to feel how sick i am now i’ve given in it holds control over everything i do the way i drag my feet the things that slowly come out of my mouth the thoughts that encourage the purple tone in my skin and the bags under my eyes i’m hungry but the hunger to starve, is much stronger and the hunger to binge, is heavier than the rest
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Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 5:05 PM UTC
Starving
Wrapped in a blanket of cold, a reaction that happened overnight, and one that would disappear soon enough. Once the sun warms the earth, and the cars start running, the birds start to chirp, and the city wakes up again, the blanket will disappear. But once the sun sets again, the animals scurry back into the forest, the city goes dim, and the silence takes control, all of the plants will be wrapped in a blanket of cold. Once again
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Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 5:22 PM UTC
What Was Once Normal
The Pills I take for my Head I take for my thoughts I take for my feelings begin to look Delicious, Tempting, Inviting. Unlike the people they accept me, they want me, they need me. They haze my mind making me uncontrollable but oddly comfortable. I’ve never been so high not high enough to see the stars or high enough to quit. But i want to... Not Quit. I want to see the stars. I want the world around me to go dim stay there even. And I want things to stop. I want to be alone.
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Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 9:25 PM UTC
What I Need From Quarantine
even though you’re no longer lying beside me face smooshed into the pillow hiding under blankets from the cold air outside and even though you’re not here to make fun of the acting in this movie or the taste of the popcorn that i once again burnt and even though you’re not with me to save me from the fire lit inside and make me laugh until i’m begging for air i’m still sitting in this room windows ears and heart open listening to the cars on the highway reminding me of the absence you’ve left me with
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Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 1:38 AM UTC
absence