tiffanyscicluna
What I can say is that writing all of these poems has given me an opportunity to keep on living, as about two years ago I had been through hell. I wanted to kill myself a couple of times after that rough patch, but instead I focused on writing all I felt, and somehow it helped me cope without having to take anything for my depression, anxiety and Ptsd. / Each year that passes I can see the improvements I made physically and mentally, They might not have been a lot but they made a lot of difference.
One may ask,
For my best poem.
None can be given
As the best one
Is still being written,
Each one I write is great
Until another is made
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 4:09 AM UTC
Round & round
In circles I go
An Endless cycle
That finally was gone.
After that,
What is there left,
Just an empty bottle.
A few dropplets,
Are only left,
Remains of what was,
And no clue of what will be.
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 3:31 AM UTC
*Oh a kiss
What a bliss
It is something
I ought to miss
Such a mess
I ought to be
Into an abyss
I fall with thee*
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
In a moment of an act,
A cruel memory fogged my sight,
As my acting started to fade
My past emotions started to crawl out,
I started walking and trembling,
My eyes wide open,
I did not always see what was in front of me,
My past came back to reality
and mixed up with the act.
It ****** me up completely,
causing me to not breath
Panic took over,
And tears made their way out,
When they asked what happened,
No words could come out,
I only blutterd out bits of words,
With no meaning to their ears.
As out of fear I couldn't speak a word,
Until I was calmed down with another one's touch.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
My imagination,
Is a mishap
Of my own creation.
Due to it,
I tend to lose myself in thoughts,
And forget about reality,
As in dreams,
I can create my happiness,
To escape the cruel reality.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
*A connection
Between two,
That lifts your soul,
Like a feather,
Flowing upwards slowly,
And as if that feather,
Was blown your way,
To find your lips
Merely touching them,
Leaving you with its soft touch,
Like a sweet gentle caress...
That takes away
All life's weight,
As tears go down your face,
Each one relieving you
From your own pain,
From the guilt
Of your own creation.
Just to be left falling,
Into someone's arms
Hoping for that, to mend your heart.*
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 2:40 PM UTC
A heart lost,
Battles half won,
Injured souls,
Lifeless bodies
Pilling up...
Blood shed,
Watery eyes,
Till all that's left, is
Sobbig for the dead
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
*Sun, Wind, Rain,
Are such a powerful source,
We tend to forget,
To forget,
That these are,
What give us life,
That sun,
that burns our skin,
Yet lights up,
Our day,
The sun without which,
Our eyes won't see,
That fierce wind,
We feel,
On our lips,
That light breeze,
That caresses our cheeks,
That cold showery rain,
Dripping on our skin,
That makes us tremble,
With such cold
The skies that cries along with us,
For a world whose beauty we're taking away.*
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
Petal by petal,
Torn from its stem,
"You like me,
You like me not,
It's a game,
I'm playing not."
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC