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tincan
tincan
F a kid with an imagination
is this reality am I real ? the questions that ponder my mind they are made of steel I am confused helpless frustrated when these thoughts come to mind I become truly blind I cant help but wonder why ? When will these thoughts become concur and e n d I hate thinking that these people I know see hear can get inside my head my thoughts are mine but sometimes I feel like people peer why ? cant they just disappear
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
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emotions are the center of every attraction some pull you back while others take you out sadness takes you in and out and can never be controlled anger takes you out controlling you it feels as if it will never perish happiness is short rare helpless true can last for a lifetime if you use it wisely being scared afraid maybe for the future the present the past it pulls you back hoping to take you down there are many emotions that cant be described you can try but it will never truly be right these basic emotions split into parts some can help some you cant stop
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
emotions
The air smelled of strong perfume The sky was lit with coral hues The babies mouth was lit with a smile Although it didn't last for a while The sound of crying filled the air The ocean breeze was abound with despair The coral skies suddenly turned azure And the night that was coming wasn't very far
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Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
Pink and blue
I only obtained two harsh-grating flowers If only I could find some that weren't so sour One that if I lose it would not hurt One that if I keep they would not leave The flower I want will want me back It will always stay pure and will not crack I won't be left crying whenever they vanish Cause this flower will never punish I won't be fooled into thinking a ripped flower is pure because that happened once and now I'm sure when I find it it will be nice one that doesn't come with a price The thing that I always forget is that a flower can only be pure for so long It eventually rottens and breaks and it is something I can't embrace A flower eventually dies and nothing will change that
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Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
The pure flower