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sydneygastaldo
18/F/Montreal, QC
Soon the petals started to shrivel the yellow centers became brittle And I knew it was time to go. Someday I'll be able to stay It's over
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Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 5:41 PM UTC
present is past
I'm shaking I'm starving I'll tell you everything about me You'll know nothing I won't exist I'll crumble and fall into the abyss slowly we're taking it slow you know nothing there's nothing to know
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Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 5:20 PM UTC
you know nothing , there's nothing to know
Violet flowers burst with violence at the seams pain, destruction, agony love and loss and torture too burn it to ash and start anew
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Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
violet
my water bottle stinks with the stench of old ***** white stark cold liquor smell stench old liquor I forgot to shower this morning, so I sit in my own sweat clench quench drench bitter
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Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 3:06 PM UTC
bitter
slice my eyelids open and let the tears pool out anything to feel the sensations I used to write about
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Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 2:53 PM UTC
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it says hello like an old friend from lifetimes ago the embrace is seductive; it's easy to give in Go to sleep it says, it'll be all right It offers peace and sings you a lullaby it says goodbye and you begin to cry this is it's biggest trick; getting you to mourn it's presence by your side it creeps back in, promising never to leave this time. everybody is pleading and screaming on the outside; but they do not understand c'mon, you're not like them; the thing whispers into your head there's nothing for you outside this bubble; your only friend lives inside your head they beg you to look at the sun, try and smile they say, c'mon just have some fun but the appeal of the grey skies will never leave, for this is the part, all the psychs in the world, fail to see you see, happiness is more confusing than depression ever was & the problem is,      you treat it like an enemy,                                           when to most of us,                                                                             it acts like a friend.
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
friend
no matter how much i love you, know I will never truly trust you I’m self aware enough to understand that even the best would run too
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
only trust the cheshire cat
Not a chore to be kind but you treat it as such Not hard to be blind And you have mastered the touch
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC
apathy is your art form
I've learned sensitivity is not taken kindly                       but,                          please tread lightly                                            As everyday, I bruise with greater certainty
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
shh the child is sleeping
the bedrock of this planet was not designed for the paranoid
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
call it what you will