pinkbun17
Hello all. I've been writing poetry for almost as long as I could hold a pencil. I'm a female college student hoping to become a Vet one day. I love to sing and write, so I tend to write songs as well. I have a good number of hobbies that keep me busy when I don't have to study for exams. / / I used to post my work on a website called Quizilla, too bad it got shut down a while back. :/ / / Poetry is my main way of expression because I suck with allowing myself to feel certain emotions. Don't be afraid to message me, I'm rather friendly! :D
Adulthood is a façade
Humans are creatures of habit,
And victims of circumstances
Yet, oddly some locate adaptability
Childhood memories escape us-
With great ease.
True happiness is a fleeting concept
But- without despair, joy is a numbing sensation
Aging does not bring forth
The harvest of wisdom
Experience is an unkind professor
Strict and expecting perfection
The guide’s knowledge is dished
In a condescending tone.
The student is brimming with anxiety-
Unprepared for the final exam.
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 4:04 AM UTC
I know why the caged bird sings.
It's not because his song
is as vibrant
as his feathers, that he plucks away
each day because he doesn't
feel beautiful.
It's not because of the majesty
that exist in the freedom
of being able to spread his wings
though he knows
he'll never rise to the occasion.
He sings because he believes
that this cage
was made for a king
because he has never tasted
freedom with a side order of skies.
He's never flown past the sun
on a cool morning
or hung with the moon
on a warm night.
He's only ever known
the comfort of a prison
that his thoughts have
become accustomed
to calling home.
He would never venture
beyond the "welcome" mat
because what's beyond the threshold
holds no promise
the way these bars and metal locks do.
He sings because he knows
that no one is listening
so if he makes a mistake
he doesn't have to live with the regret
or embarrassment of knowing that he missed his note.
The caged bird
never believes that he's caged
because behind these walls
he's safe
and he prefers it this way.
I know why the caged bird sings.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 5:10 AM UTC
I'm kind of stuck
At least... I think I am
Somewhere between telling everyone I know to **** off
And "just please come hold me friend"
Some place in between an uneasy heart and hectic mind
"I'm depressed"
Can't I just say it without having to explain why?
Sometimes I don't even know which reason to choose
Short replies
"You seem like you don't want to talk"
You're right, but I also want to reach out
I want out
I want to let go of everything
And capture it all in my arms
like a fire fly in the palm of restless hands,
Just let me hold on to your light
Atleast, just for tonight
Because I'm feeling stuck.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 2:37 AM UTC
No one can know your pain
Not nearly as well as yourself
But the rope won't take it away
It just gives it to someone else
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 4:19 AM UTC
I'm scared of the tears
that I don't cry
The days like this
that I don't die
I'm scared of the pain
that slips my mind
It comes back harder
than what I left behind
©
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 2:21 AM UTC
This bed is like a coffin
With a burial each night.
I could tell you where
it all went wrong
But it wouldn't make it right.
I'm never worth
Remembering
You each showed me that.
With your pretentious self obsession
Words that always fell flat.
Each day is long and empty.
I cannot find my way,
So forgive me
Graciously
While I slowly fade away.
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC
Well, little sis-I need to let you know
Life isn't a simple open doorway
There's its up and downs,
Painful stings,
Emotional roller coaster,
And Harsh lessons
But this entire time-
I've been attempting to follow my heart
Clutching to my dreams
Doing what I thought was right
Not being dictated by someone else's words
Even when the bleakness pulled in.
So, little sis, don't give up
Your dream-filled goals
Don't just sit there and wait!
Because it will not get any easier
Don't you look back now
Don't follow me-
Please ride on your own path
I'm still here,
No one is going to push you down.
Life isn't an open books
So open it with your own strength.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
Was I aware of it at first?
The heavy baggage that it carried..?
Feeling of exile, its sinister smile glaring; mocking me so
A disruption of my tranquilly-
Catastrophic ghosts concealed their true demeanor
Not one word of concern ever wept my little way
An interval of time permitted itself to be of un-importance
Immune to flaws-
Yet imperfection quivered in its path
Bewildering at it was, I never did notice its power; its strength
*In its pity and sorrow, I was caged*
Wandered around aimlessly, only to crash constantly
Refuse to understand; deny all its signs
I believed that I was formidable, courageous-
*but it was only a TORTUROUS MASK of ONE*
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 3:08 AM UTC