Every now and again when I am numb and it's as if I'm not able to live.
I can always count on that sharp shooting pain and my period cramps
To remimd me that I'm still alive.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 9:53 AM UTC
It’s a funny place
Terrifying
I feel as though a single glance
Would cause my dying
So I’ll close my eyes
And pretend to sleep
I’ll annihilate lies
And destroy my creep
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 5:59 AM UTC
Your eyes say a lot,
But your eyes give me a certain look.
Your eyes give her and him the very same look .
I see you with a lot of girls
But some how I believe that I'm still special.
I've got a hunch you make everyone else feel "special".
I don't want to believe it
But I can't help myself believe that you and I truly may have something going on.
As I write this poem about you,
I think about the moment we first met
To the last time I saw you
Where you placed a soft kiss on my forehead.
A kiss so sweet.
Enough to make me believe that you and I are an item.
But then again I'm frightend
By what people may perceive me to be.
As you have many admirers
One being someone I'm close to
Who has no clue
That I have such feelings for you.
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 3:51 AM UTC
Blood red,
My adolescent friend.
I've had to accept that
You'll always be an unwelcomed visitor.
Knocking at my door at the end of each month.
My body starts to ache
upon your arrival.
Obviously Blood Red I can't
Be a tyrant every time you knock at my door.
Sometimes I'm even sweeter than most days.
You wouldn't even tell that I have an unwanted guest.
When you're around I can't help but to have the urge to stay in bed.
Your presence expands my appetite and palette.
Your presence tests my patience.
Your presence builds up insecurities when I'm in my favourite finely pressed white dress.
Blood red, you old friend
I've had to accept that
You'll always be an unwelcomed visitor.
Knocking at my door at the end of each month.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC
If birth control pills could give a buzz
"Unwanted" pregnancy would no longer be a
Problem
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 8:11 AM UTC
I know I'm not stupid
But I can't help to think that I am stupid.
But even if so I don't have an excuse
Let's just say the lift hasn't been reaching the top floor lately.
If only I had someone to confine in.
Even those that call me friend turn their backs and laugh, they whisper all the things that make me insecure and smile about it.
I've decided to drop people in my life
If you give me a negative vibe
Vanish out of my life
You'll be the person I warn people about.
Like I said I know I'm not stupid and I should be doing better
But I don't even have an excuse for myself
It's like there is a barricade stopping me from reaching my full potential.
The only thing that I can say is I'm clearly not the brightest star that lights up the night.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 8:24 AM UTC
Easy so they say
I left a challenge behind
It was purposeless.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC
but angel
i do not regret
a moment of it
so here’s to 300 days
7200 hours
and an uncountable amount of irreplaceable moments
may i adore you
for many many more
— and may you keep standing on the highest of stages
for that is where you shine the brightest
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
What is it I'm not doing right? because lately my life has just been filled with disapointments.
Maybe I expect to much from people...
Maybe I expect to much from myself.
I just can't seem to get anything right,literally everthing in my assignment is wrong.
I hardly speak when I am lost.
This cannot be me living my best life
when I feel like such a loser in the game of life.
Maybe I don't try hard enough.
I just don't know what it is that I am not doing right.
Is it because of the person I was a few years ago: judgemental,selfish,self absorbed and a humble brag.
I just can't put my finger on what I'm not doing right.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC