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nya-con
Let me tell you a few things about me. I used to be the insecure one Felt ugly and worthless That I am not of this world Have brains no looks Didn't put effort in designer clothes People would tell me that I'm beautiful I'd smile and say to myself they just try to make me feel better I doubt the mirror too Being picked on by bigger kids ruined my self-esteem Then I started reading books. Taking pictures "Dressing up" still felt ugly Boys would come and ask me out I felt they made bets with their friends Now I am not afraid anymore I have decided to embrace my uniqueness I dress up and attend self discovery events I feel beautiful haha I am beautiful Always have been I am not afraid anymore I walk confidently The ground is made of gold I am an enchantress
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Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
I am not afraid anymore
Don't pour so much love on me, I might drown.   Do not go too far from me, I might get depressed in frown. Since the first time when I saw you, I haven't closed my eyes for weeks. Just tell me once, what's in you? I won't disclose, whatever it is. Don't come too much close, I love you though I fear. I fear that your love I'LL lose, And like others, you'll leave me in tears. The first time when I saw you through, To my heart and soul it felt like bliss. Just Tell Me Once what's in you? I won't disclose whatever it is. Don't leave me alone again, I can't take on one more blow. I swear to bear all your pains, We'll face together, all the highs and lows. The first time when you, holded me with you, And gave my soul a hopeful kiss, Just Tell Me Once, what's in you? I won't disclose whatever it was.
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Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
Just Tell Me Once
I like pens that bleed Ink that smears Girls with scars Broken parts ***** clothes Stained sheets The hint of blood The taste of lust The smells of love Nights through morning Mornings to night Suns that sleep Moons that dream And all the pretty You hide underneath Those pretty Pretty Pretty things
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
Pretty things
-------------------- |             ☆     | |                     | |                     | -------------------- a single star as seen through my window *who knew stars could be held in a box?
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
through my window
The edge looks so inviting. I could close my eyes and it could be all over. One step and then I’m dead. Should I jump?
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
Untitled
* If I were there I would caress your heart with the thread of a silken cocoon Stitched now as one on the eve of the weary, bound by the light of the moon Careful to touch oh so soft as a feather, gentle as spider web tears Keeping you close on the edge of the tomorrow, shielding your soul from the fears Dew drop beliefs on the lawn they are waiting, prisms of lighthearted scenes Dandelion clouds offer sweet pea protection, dragonflies float in between Watching as breezes of painted day whispers on kite strings of warm summer fire Sing with the echoes, repeating their sonnet, offering all you desire Though all I have is a poet’s conviction, spilled now in ink penned to share Hoping on dreams you will rest in the sunrise, find a few moments to spare Taking the hand of this forgotten hero, trusting in him ever true Open your eyes for a new day is dawning, written with love just for you*
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
Open your eyes for a new day is dawning
It Hurts It hurts knowing it will never be the same having to see you with someone else acting like it doesn't cause me pain seeing you laughing having a good time while i wonder why i can't call you mine while my eyes are filled with tears and i can only see blurry i take a deep breath and tell myself not to worry because deep down i know what's true i am still deeply in love with you ~J.O
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
It Hurts
woke up and gazed at him he lays there quite I greet him good morning he lays there silent I lay on his chest, searching for a heart beat he lays there still I say a short silent prayer he lays there motionless I try to block the thousands hopeless thoughts... I am hopeless he is gone...
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 8:25 AM UTC
his gone
Many times, You return to me in my midnight dreams, Follows such bright happiness, Makes me forget the lonely times, Living here in this lonesome place, Returning your warm heart, Every black night, I know, I'm foolish waiting, With hopes and tears falling, For your return, with heart-broken dreams, My tears have slowed, But my heart still aches for you, I miss your touch, I miss your hugs, I miss your love, How can I ever forget my past, With you leaving me, Every bright morning?
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 8:23 AM UTC
Returning to Me