it was him and it was me
the two of us sitting
on that bench there watching
the waves as they crashed against
the wall that protected us feeling
safe against the world everything
in place nothing to say but
i love you
Jan 25, 2020
Jan 25, 2020 at 8:03 PM UTC
my shirt soaked, right out of the wash
my face stained, the ink running from his words
my nails bleeding, chewed off like a barbie's head
my voice gone, taken by a witch's curse
he's made me cry more than my bath holds
i've wasted so much money on reapplying mascara
there's no point in getting manicures anymore
the screaming and crying has left me speechless
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 11:53 PM UTC
who am i?
i mean really
my words
my actions
what do they mean?
the way i dress
what does that say?
make a phrase
a sentence
a word
im begging you
tell me
who am i?
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 11:13 PM UTC
verse
Distant memories feel like dreams
Thoughts of back then put me to sleep
My old friends, the stars who look down
Have even forgotten I still exist now
Can I forget i still exist now?
Can we just go on existing now?
Pre Chorus
I don’t care who sees or stares at me
I just want someone who’s there for me
Someone who will stop and stare
Not look away and doesn’t care
Chorus
This stupid town can go **** itself now
These ******* people can go away now
I just want to watch the stars
And greet them as old friends
On the hood my mom’s car
But i’ve seen how it ends
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
Copy and paste
It doesn’t matter
As long as we get it done
Just ******** our way through
Trying to get it done
Writing answers on our wrist
Stained from all of the ink
Because it doesn’t matter
Nothing does
They say get enough sleep
But make us wake up early
They say to put our phones away
But track our every move
They tell us to put our ourselves first
But as long as we make good grades
Because the only reflection of you is your GPA
And when we cry
When we break down
When we show up with bags under our eyes
They yell
They scream
They’re disappointed
Because they set up expectations
And you know you can never meet them
But you try anyway
And everyone is shocked
When you just can’t
Because you’re tired
You’re hurt
Your wrists are stained with ink
You’re trying to get it done
But it doesn’t matter anymore
It just doesn’t matter
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC
A regular Sunday afternoon
My only company, the sound of the dryer
Finishing my pb&j because
I don’t want to do my homework
Trying to occupy myself
Just long enough to not analyse poetry for class
And this is what I do every Sunday
But I’m not going to remember it
I won’t be feeling like this on Monday
When I’m back at school and my work is due
This feeling of a quiet Sunday is short lived
For it only lives on Sundays
No feelings ever last
Like the feelings I felt a year ago
I don’t know what it feels like
To drive on silverbell and almost be home
To eat lunch outside by the track
To say “booksack” and not have to laugh it off when I get questioned
For everyone to know my real name
To not be annoyed at my parents every time they speak
To have dark hardwood floors
To have lots of friends
I can’t think of anything else
I forgot
But I have to go finish my homework now
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 1:33 PM UTC
my ice cream is melting
but i just started eating
i love ice cream so much
even though my rooms freezing
i'm eating it up with the smallest of spoons
because i feel guilty alone in my room
but i wouldn't be eating ice cream if i really felt bad
maybe i'm eating it because i feel sad
i really don't know what i'm feeling anymore
it's all become blurry don't know why or what for
i'm always so tired i want only sleep
but i have to get up and do some stuff
i finished my ice cream so whatever
i don't care how this poem ends
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 8:33 PM UTC