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rednaxelakristin
rednaxelakristin
25/F deep thinker (in denial)
in every broken dream, there is an abundance of possibilities waiting to be explored. in every grave misstep, there is a new chance to stand up and try again. in every lost soul, there is a compass waiting to lead the way. in every tiring day, there is solace and comfort at night to lean on. in every doubtful thought, there is proof of certainty waiting to be seen. in every guilty conscience, there is someone listening, someone who is ready to accept any change of heart.
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Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 9:52 AM UTC
the habit of nature
perfection is a myth that we try to overcome anytime, we can do our thing without pressure certainty might not always be on our side, and it may take time to gain strength, will, and courage nevertheless, let perfectionism victim none of us; let us grow and succeed within our own ways and time.
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Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 5:37 AM UTC
we all try
i once believed in my lifetime that life is guaranteed with security people tell me constantly that i don’t have to ever worry “the future’s vivid & bright, no need to be in a hurry.” until my wicked thoughts arrived without a warning and slowly, transformed me into another being. these thoughts lived a little too long inside me before i even knew it, i then believed in them so badly. doubt and questions clouded the once well-assured me as i tried to live the illusion of my monstrosity. will my mind ever taste the feeling of being free? the answer came in a form of my identity’s inevitability: that my mind’s only playing cruel tricks constantly; the wickedness that i so preciously keep next to me has never been the way i am supposed to be. this revelation about the real me never came easy but it has finally set my mind and heart free
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Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 9:49 AM UTC
the ultimate sigh of relief
I Full of regret, I came to you, never thought that I needed you. Full of shame, I told you all, from my triumphs down to my falls. Full of tears, my heart ached; I was full of madness and hate. Full of angst— my heart as of now, I didn't know I can remove it somehow. II Full of hope, you've shed me light, as if I didn't know what was right. Full of fakery, I put up an act, thinking you would mix up fiction from fact. Full of confusion, you were telling me that you always knew every little fact. Full of strength, I muster up skills to continue pretending even if it kills.
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Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 1:43 AM UTC
The Journey to Death
maybe her reflection isn’t the one wherein she sees herself; maybe her reflection is just a collage of her experiences and not who she really is or what capability she possesses or maybe her reflection is all just words of those who has naught a belief to her; they penetrate to her overthinking mind adding to her doubtful existence and fueling her unworthiness further and maybe her self-worth needn’t to be improved because all she ever sees within her eyes is darkness.
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Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 12:23 AM UTC
prelude
the heaviness fades, but all the scars linger on, latching onto me
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Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
behind whispers of proclamation
I didn’t want to leave you behind– all I wanted was for us to let ourselves be finally free and be the happiest that we’ve ever been but I guess you thought you’re better off alone, with all the memories behind the past and try to start a new, fresh life– one where I have no involvement whatsoever friend, you succeeded on moving on, i say and I think you don’t know me anymore; you forgot me even after all those years but where I am is not where I belong. because the truth creeps into my skin it’s hard to even try to ignore it when it haunts me from time to time that you were once my sunshine I guess, in the end, I was lost all along; it was me who left these memories behind and now, I regret it this **** decision cause I can’t now call you mine now, you would say that it’s over and there’s no you and me but we made this love stay once, didn’t we? even if it couldn’t obviously last forever I am now stuck underground, in the dark cause the glitter is gone after all this time I want to make all of this right again but it won’t be easy; wars aren’t like play. take this as a sign to let me out of here so I can see the light all over again cause I know your company is where I am supposed to be.
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Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 4:32 AM UTC
everything was a lie