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thoughtsfromyouroutsider
thoughtsfromyouroutsider
22/F/texas Short thoughts from your outsider
He molested me But taught me about the Romans As if to give me the tools to survive it Father, I am a rock Made of stone Cold and unfeeling I finch from affection Is this the direction? Is this how you prepared me for the world . Pulling my pig tails too tight you remind me that the world wouldn't be this nice . I expect the worst at every turn. Ice blue eyes haunt my nightmares and offer false promise He molested me but He taught me about the Romans Accepting death Accepting pain as an after thought of being human standing as a solider Standing tall and brave Accepting everything as a lesson You only can control how you react: How I retract Reject Reject Reject Loving everyone more than I love myself. Give Give Give If my capacity for love were a pie Id have given every slice to someone else Meeting my gaze in the mirror Eyes glazing over Nothing left for self.
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Jun 10, 2023
Jun 10, 2023 at 10:27 PM UTC
The Romans
I long for affection from my peers But this fortress I've built prevents me from getting close because of this I'm the loneliest person i know melancholy still envelops me every second parts of me fight to step out of my fortress but the pain of the ones I've loved the most holds me instead Id like to say I'm over it Its nothing but a distant memory but id be lying I think about it everyday it replays like a broken projector I'm forced to watch Strapped down to these theatre seats My tears staining my face forever I ache for their touch to be held close to feel that warmness only another body can provide Neurotic might as well be my first name You can tell just by looking at me I'm crawling in my skin I will not let you in ever again maybe that's the saddest part I cant forgive you not any of you. I might have created this façade that I am whole again but I'm the best actress in this tragedy its almost comical how I've attempted to sweep everything under the rug Part of me demands justice the other just wants silence to all of these repetitive thoughts Anguish devours me constantly but disassociation is my game I'm not sure how long i can play My patients is wearing thin no longer wanting to deal with this because there is NO solution but to forget to forget is impossible So I remain incredibly alone.
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Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 1:35 PM UTC
October 15th, 2020
Lately i've been reminiscing of the past how it went by so fast i'm reminded nothing lasts Everything is in constant change yet we are constantly wanting to turn the page Lately i've been thinking on how im always alone days weeks years a l o n e I don't even really notice I couldn't tell you on what i focused on to pass the time How i"ve wasted my seconds Now actually trying to feel my existence is horrifically overwhelming feeling my soul crack beneath the waves of melancholy everything's b l u e
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Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 9:52 PM UTC
June 26th,2020 8:37 P.M.
I quit my job because the pay made me fell worthless. You just got back into town and im already so hi in the beautiful sky you couldn't find me even if you tired. your baby is almost due and i feel like your brand new a defined woman who would chose rather to not let my toxicity ruin your dream of family maybe im cutting myself off too soon because i know its for the best and i love you so much my dearest friend.
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Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC
November 9th, 2018
wanting to write but tired of singing the same                                    desolate tune. Im always experiencing impending doom It gathers in , spills in the room until all i can feel is panic the Iceland of my chest is becoming to thick each breath I take is labored and im just so tired all                  the                      time.
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Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC
November 6th , 2018
Looking for the correct path to take. back and forth my head swivels. Dizzy with possibility. I'm capable of building myself up I'm also quite talented at self destruction The art of mutilation tired from over working myself fatigue has become me. or most of me at least. constantly shaking and quivering form lack of nutrition Lack of sleep to many cigarettes Too much poison. I guess.
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
November 1st, 2018
361 What I can do—I will— Though it be little as a Daffodil— That I cannot—must be Unknown to possibility—
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Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
What I can do—I will
1233 Had I not seen the Sun I could have borne the shade But Light a newer Wilderness My Wilderness has made—
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Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
Had I not seen the Sun
The absence of my peers has conditioned my mind to dissociation. Reality comes back starving for what little sanity I possess. It laughs and scoffs in my face as I continuously trip and bruise my Knees. And at the end of the day I crawl to the deep cave where i dwell Licking my wounds choking on the taste of copper this isn't what I was destined to become I'm still your daughter. Here I found myself in the slaughter house where you've decided i belong. I make friends with shadows and the night has become my confidant Sorrow spills from my lips in manic chatter. my cigarettes are always almost gone. I've fallen behind and i'm out of breath I need Rest. my feet keep walking and my eyes keep searching for safety wearily and discouraged , telling my self , keep going , keep going , keep going , keep going.
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 5:37 AM UTC
October 6th, 2018
losing you has been difficult. Your now on your way to become ash Then into a bottle Ill keep on my shelf along with the others i've lost. The others we both loved. If there is a heaven I sure hope your there, and i hope all your pain is gone and you enjoy the sunshine on your skin. I hope your helping all of us out that need help. Like me. I'm retracing my same o'l steps, I don't mind the detour this time. i
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 5:25 AM UTC
Loss