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so_nice_so_smart
so_nice_so_smart
21/F/Saskatchewan, Canada hey y’all im a sad nerd
Why am I so quick to crave death? When things get difficult And my world spins I haven't truly suffered Not nearly enough Even so My body aches to be still To stop entirely I crave the silence and peace That comes with a grave Despite this I persist Like a **** through the sidewalk cracks Ever growing Craving the sunlight
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Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 3:03 AM UTC
Craving
it’s dark storming, loud the rain spatters my windshield leaves me nearly blind i don’t see the blur sandy brown fur, beady glowing eyes until i hit it head on my life flashes on the side of the road fading out in the ditch i stare at the beast in this moment, we are one in the same
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Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 1:04 AM UTC
in the moment
I stood on the bridge Head dangling over the side With dark waters below I thought hard So hard that my head started to spin So hard that I couldn't breathe And then I did nothing I could have taken the plunge All it would have took is a little step A small push But I didn't I don't know if it was fear or willpower That made me walk away And somewhere in the back of my head It felt like cowardice I thought it was going to end But tonight, I survived
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Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 2:51 AM UTC
Tonight
As I was falling asleep I opened my eyes And suddenly it felt like the darkness Was encroaching on me Threatening to swallow me whole I couldn’t breathe I couldn’t think
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Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 8:12 PM UTC
I thought I was drowning
I can feel anxiety gripping my stomach Clawing it’s way into my chest cavity I can’t breathe
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Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC
Breathe
My body doesn’t feel like my own It feels as foreign as the forest Empty and quiet Unsure of the way back home My conscious feels distorted Warped beyond my belief Balancing on my frontal lobe Threatening to fall My limbs feel like tattered branches Clinging desperately to the trunk Only the bark is so thin and frail That it can barely support even itself I am not myself anymore
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 12:44 AM UTC
I am not myself
I can’t stop thinking about you About the way you laugh The way you squeal at the sight of fuzzy kittens Or the way your cheeks dimple when you smile You’re always on my mind You were the light at the end of the hall Assuring me that no matter how dark my days will be You’ll be there to shine on them But you don’t really feel the same, do you? Not anymore, at least I think our sparked died out Flickered from our existence But I still can’t stop thinking about you Even though I know you’re not thinking about me
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Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 6:53 PM UTC
I Can’t Stop
I had told myself You will never be enough Until it was true
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Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 2:21 AM UTC
Never Enough (A haiku)
I     have learned that depression knows no bounds, Don’t      let it get too close. You can never Know      just when it will sweep you off your feet next, or Who     it will take away from you. I     have learned from experience that I Am     simply a tourist in my own head.
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC
Tourist
You look at a person A stranger, a loved one, a partner And you think; How can one person be so beautiful? Inside and out you see an aura of unimaginable beauty A friendly face An intoxicating laugh A smile that makes you smile without even realizing it And then you look at yourself You hate the way you smile, all crooked and mouthy The way your cheeks are too pudgy Your glasses too big for your face Your voice too soft to break through the chatter of others But you You are a lion whose voice is booming thunder With claws that can tear through the veil The one you’ve kept yourself shrouded in for too long You should be proud Proud of your wild and unruly mane Proud of your scars earned from battles with many others Not to mention the battles you wage on yourself You could move mountains and uproot trees if you tried But you don’t You look at yourself Your cheeks too pudgy Glasses too big Voice kept under lock and key Vocal chords dusty with disuse Your heart is so big and so beautiful You see so much in everyone else But can’t bear to see anything in yourself You are a wild flower sprouting through the cracks in the sidewalk You could move mountains and uproot trees if you tried
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
You Could