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s_anne
20/F/midwest
Give me a cigarette and postal code. I can’t be the only one with cabin fever. I want it to stick to me- that musty smoke. I want it to seep into my clothes, my bones, my veins. Walking down the street, they leave a trail behind me. Maybe the cops will come knocking, but who’s going to tell them? It’s all too much. I can’t be the only one with cabin fever.
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Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 12:37 AM UTC
Cabin Fever
I taste it on your lips I feel it in my throat Can you taste it on mine Bile and ***** Car rides home- why am I driving again? Don’t look at me like that with that phony smile. I see it every time I pass the liquor shop. From a hundred different men. You’re just the same. Look at you. Squeezing my hand like a child. Bottle blue like my thigh. I catch a glimpse of the moon through the rear view. His frown staring into my soul. I feel it in my throat again. Catch a whiff in the air. Bile and *****
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Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 12:35 AM UTC
bile & *****
Same words recycled from the laundry mat. 3 lines. 3 times. 3 inches away. Angel wings now- Bunny. Who are you? (reused) Where’s my brain? Where’s my brain? Repeated - recycled - reused reused reused Grains of sand billow in the wind. Thoughts piling, trapped tightly behind the door. Don’t take me yet. I’m not me. I’m not. Bunny. There’s nothing here. Nothing. I’m walking, breathing. Soft blanket, buzzing fan, warm candle- Shhhh I’m gone.
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Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 1:18 PM UTC
333
Tendrils spiral - surrounding me again in cardiac arrest. Blip blip blip - down. Leave me alone. Let me- Iridescent buzz from a ceiling fan in the black void. Am I swallowed? Did the abyss swallow me up? I feel it in my bones- in my marrow. Never let me go. Zombie creatures, like the women on tv, circle - cross legged. Silence, numb and cold. What do you want? I see your eyes now, beautiful monsters. A mirrored image. A burdened season. Everything I used to know.
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Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 4:51 PM UTC
cardiac arrest
Blub Blub BLub Pooling - swarming - rising above my chest A buzz of a fan - the crinkled whispers of leaves Fade off and drown into static. What else is there? Why do I have to stay? Can’t I leave? Can’t I go? What is keeping me here, but you? Hypocrite! Salty air on your tongue. Theres nothing you can do now. It’s at my nose.
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Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 11:28 AM UTC
static
Sometimes the world seems Like it wants to Envelope In a different haze of purple Im drowning in this atmosphere Come get me Come get me Before I die Before I die I could turn this into a song But my bones are too brittle They can’t Stand to mess this up Come get me Come get me Before I die Before I die
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Feb 19, 2025
Feb 19, 2025 at 11:12 AM UTC
brittle
Stardust after dark, pooling under me. Filling, spreading, rising to my tattered jeans. Blue stains falling off my hips. Fire streaks dart to my veins. It’s in my blood now. You’re in my blood. Don’t go- now that I’m addicted. You ****** don’t go.
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Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 11:25 AM UTC
stains
Sell my body. Photos. Fleeting hands. For your attention. For your love. Do you want this? You’re buying it. Bile rises. Snap. Fingers go numb. Snap. I dont want this. Would you love me Without? If I was a cloud. A vapor. Would you still be here? Do you even want this? What do you want?
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Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC
what's the price?
are you listening to my muttered cries? questions spilling from my brain like an oil leak. can you give me an answer? stardust from your lips. I want to know you. do you know me? feel my life draining. heels digging in the dirt. this is it, my love. don't worry anymore. I love you.
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Jan 17, 2025
Jan 17, 2025 at 8:59 PM UTC
don't worry, my love
Is it something that I know or thoughts from elsewhere? Im falling farther, farther, farther. Where am I? It’s 2008, again. Looking in from a grainy lens, it’s real. Why when the pixels align it’s so blurry? I’m going insane. That same little girl couldn’t relate To this- to me. Who is me? Is it her or something else, A festering monster swept in by harrowing riptides? This is it. Sewage for brains, trash bags for lungs. She couldn’t relate to this.
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Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 9:44 PM UTC
2008