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smolbean
smolbean
15/F i'm tired. just a little bit.
sometimes i wish to find someone who would hold me while i bleed wrap me in daydream words as my ribcage drips bitter fluorescence adorn my fragile soul with sprinkled stardust and tell me its okay while they unfold my jagged horizons stitched with blunt needles and love me for the dark between the constellations the shadows under the brightest planets hold the twilight in their palms and show me I am alive
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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
is anybody out there
you visit my head rather frequently more than i had hoped you would the one tangible star that came across my fragile soul even I am too afraid to love but regardless i sing to you inside my head hoping you would stay a little bit more maybe continue breathing a little bit of life into me for just a few moments i thought you would stay forever because the way you smiled like i mattered meant everything to me.
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Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
to you
the sun shows our promises of tomorrow we all walk beneath it knowing there is a tomorrow because thats how our world works theres a today and then a tomorrow. the usual. it's not supposed to go out   of   order we're not supposed to be stuck in the past wondering if there would ever be a tomorrow for we can't seem to shake off the night in our body system our insomnia riddled souls drown us deep into the everlasting reminder that there may not be a tomorrow. beneath our closed eyelids within our captured brains all of our sunlit promises suddenly seem so irrational.
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Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
1:44 a.m.
we pour our words on a piece of paper words that were once whispers that floated through the wind. too quiet for anyone to hear too gentle for anyone to hold onto. yet they were the cries of agony from cuts and bruises left to scar our heavy souls we pour our words on a piece of paper in hope for our whispers to be heard.
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Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC
a reason to write
You are what you eat they say but if thats certain i’ll probably die soon for I keep swallowing my words eating itself alive
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 3:44 AM UTC
words
the pain of losing someone it strikes sharp a needle aimed exactly right where it breaks the most and the tiny hole created slowly grows heavier burdened by the swallowed words you could've said to them you force yourself to stop the bleeding in your gaping hole but your arms are already tired from trying to hold onto the last shred of light your feet are stained with bruises and cuts that leave crimson colored footsteps they left you with the bitter aftertaste of unspoken words candy cotton promises of the future we never got to share the smell of smoke from burning hazy memories in the fire of our charred throats you hear the world as deafening emptiness and everything around you has turned into ashes of silence
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC
a needle to the heart
its 2:34 A.M. the city lights are covered by curtains i don't remember shutting i can feel my trembling hand but i can’t see it the ink black atmosphere that wraps around me reminded me of no one that i was alone. that i am alone. that i’d be alone. so I made a mistake i welcomed the monster underneath my bed gave her a name and let her take mine. i know she’s the monster everyones supposed to fear but once you're really alone even the monster underneath your bed is someone you can talk to we got close maybe a little too close she snuck through me and i breathed her in. now, i am cracked. i am shards and spilled ink. my teeth hold me back like I'm a prisoner within myself i am reduced to nothing but empty words leaving no trace of who i used to be the world roared and swallowed me i’m gone. its 5:48 A.M. the marigold light finally peeks its eyes through the distant echoes and silences but its no use i guess monsters aren't the worst things after all.
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Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC
what happens at night