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samanthax
samanthax
23/F Floating through existence
It's hard to get over them When spoken words remind me of those days When men were boys who had no toys postures and behaviors trigger Yes, they trigger me Figures, I can not trust this space Smells take me back to the places, I see faces and shapes that wait I promise the truth when I say 'I'm not overreacting, but my mind and body are."
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
Cued Memories
After all I did for you, I will not take this... ...How dare you? -Pride
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
Love's enemy
"I love you" ~trigger warning~ does He mean it or is it just to say? He stares at me ~trigger warning~ He leans in I feel uncomfortable ~trigger warning~ "I CAN'T" I screamed as I pushed him away This takes me back yesterday
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
Trigger warning
Death seems to come closer as the days are over
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
Scared for my life
My eyes hurt because I force myself to keep them open. When I close my eyes I see scenes I cant forget, I have regrets. I'm a sinner and yet, I complain. I complain that people don't remember my name. I complain when I get the wrong order. I complain about life. But I'm grateful for the strength in my legs. For my legs that support my body when walking. The ability to hold a pen and write. Sense of humor, friends, family and air. I am thankful for my eyes, they help me see. Not just see what I have now, also what in the future will be.
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Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
(Un)thankful sinner
Unspoken words flow through my pen They are the tear that cannot leave my eyes And thoughts that linger to the halls of my mind Trying to find ways out without doors to meet I'm blue but words beat me up until I'm black Scars that remind me its real Bruised by life's ways Most days, I cannot take it That's when I bleed on pages Samantha | © 2017
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
bleed on pages
She felt the pressure to push me out that's how I was born I felt the pressure to complete but I failed I felt pressure to say yes I felt pressure, Pressure to succeed Pressure to make them happy Pressure, parents have no idea Pressure. . . Panic. . .pressure I felt pressure to allow I felt pressure to permit Pressure I felt Pressure to go along Pressure to be someone else Pressure I give in Pressure I give up Pressure messed me up
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 2:55 PM UTC
Pressure
I knew I was good when they asked me "What's good?" and I paused I paused for way to long My go-to answer was nothing new but now there was a lot of new What would I mention, what would I share? With him still waiting for my response I smiled And all I could say was "A lot" and walk away smiling
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 12:31 PM UTC
At my best
For the past days I've thought about a lot of things Lately there have been many announcements, from baby showers to wedding rings Not that I'm looking for any of that at the moment I just realized that I've been less focused Distracted by what I want blind for what I got It's not fair you don't get to feel what I feel but at the end of the day you are always here I'm slowly dying wanting to like what you're supplying wanting to like your personality, your speech, drive, just you in totality But I can't You hurt me daily, not sure if its on purpose You belittle me, make me feel bad about myself never good enough and always at fault But... I love that your consistent, always there I love that you physically care I love how you push me to my limit sometimes I love that I can be myself with you any time How can I let go? When I don't like you But I love you
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Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 8:01 AM UTC
It's Not Fair
People don't seem to understand. It's really something I don't have in my hand. It's not a matter of I don't want to, I don't feel like it or Im not in the mood. I really have days when physically I can't move. Try they say, show up. Make it work and grow up. I don't get to choose what's for today It's the moment I wake up that I can say, God thank you for another day. It's a trigger, you accusing me Of not doing my best, giving the best of me Saying I exaggerate and am lazy Even more when you show it daily Im happy I know Jehovah He is my stronghold every time I fall
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Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 4:37 AM UTC
I Can't