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thegreermagnus
thegreermagnus
27/M/Florida Thinking on emotions, thoughts and beliefs, and identity, I lose words, or I let words loose.
Don't make a habit of starting bad habits. Be patient, resisting urges.
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Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 12:03 AM UTC
Quitting Drugs
It was cold outside, but my blood was warm. It warmed me as I bled onto cold concrete. I would have tried to flee. I was almost put to rest. Ignore that I was warned. They tried to take my life.
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Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 4:57 AM UTC
Warm
I just wanted to sleep during the days I spent sober. I did not want help. I wanted to forget. I needed to stop, but it felt like all I had was myself. I thought no one cared. I heard what they said— that I'd gone too deep —but I drowned it out, holding my breath and diving down further. I had to come up for air, but I stayed underneath the surface. I was fine with not breathing. It did not feel worth it. I dove deeper. I would have made it back alive, but there was nothing to go back to. I just sunk deeper and deeper. I gave up, and I didn't have to. I thought I made the right choice, and I didn't need to. No one ever had to see me again. But they did.
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Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 11:24 PM UTC
Free Diver
Spontaneously, I start Free-styling poetry for my friend. I end up thinking, "I can't believe I said that out loud," But then it hits me, deep down, that I wish there was a crowd. I've been to a few open mics, and It was nice to share what I write. My legs shake on stage. I gave up trying to control it. I'm proud in spite of The way I look afraid. I refuse to hide it When my legs shake.
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Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 7:24 PM UTC
Counter-intuitive
Are you aware of the infinite mirror of awareness? You can always become more aware. Just think of your relationship to the present. Think about your self-esteem. Then process it. Then think about what you think About your inner reflection. Judge yourself a little, But don't create a victim. Detach yourself from your self; Look down. Listen as if you aren't yourself. Know who you are, And accept what you're given.
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Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 6:28 PM UTC
Listen to Me
Instruments have  limits. They are like people. They have only so many notes, And they can't speak your soul With a small vocabulary. There aren't words to nail Down the essence of you. They won't do you justice. . We will never know the Extent of Mozart's beauty; His music is an attempt to Jump and break the ceiling. His music is awe inspiring, It's his soul, watered down. He had no limits at heart, But there's limits to sound. There's many like Mozart. Maybe you are one of them.
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May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 12:36 PM UTC
Are You like Mozart?
Meaning in my scars, etched letters on my arm - A man with a Bowie knife Letters form the words: "Dredge soil from his soul; a lake without mud's alive." Seemingly unharmed. Best feeling ever had - was spared from the shiny blade. Now I'll stick around. Scared? No, I think I'm brave; let destiny have its way.
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May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC
Loyal Pain
You are inspiring like a honey badger That carelessly steals from a bees' nest. You have no sense of pain; it's strange. You're hard diamond, shaped for strength. I would die for you if you went to war. If only I had flesh and blood to bleed I will be your assistant in your show Where a magician throws knives.
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May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 4:34 AM UTC
Oath Δ13
I had an epiphany in reverie A time like that is when You need to be quiet Words will dilute it Words screamed at me There was so much meaning That was the moment When something was so special That, if I dared describe it, It would have vanished The time when Words were superfluous But, oh, it was so special I wish you knew it
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Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 5:47 PM UTC
When Words Were Superfluous
nostalgia screams of the summer fling we had as teens i was short and you were taller we looked awkward i reminisce of the hot day at the pool when you went to raid your family's fridge and brought me a tub of ice cream you forgot to bring a spoon                                                      you struck a chord and i became a fool for you we were young and our love was sweeter than dessert before us, i felt neglected you blessed me by caring you were good to me you gave me memories to cherish
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Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 1:46 PM UTC
Young Love