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tristanmarie
tristanmarie
17/F/Iowa
I wish upon a star that I could be pretty What a pity That I have to wish to be pretty It's kinda ****** I feel itty bitty But this is my wish to be pretty.
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Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
Wish Upon
My love for you is like a dam overflowing, roaring out with every ounce My love for you will never die It may cry but only because I care and When I stare I need to catch A breath of air You are my everything When I look at you I fall in love all over again You are my forever, My always.
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Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC
My Love
I know this girl named Ana She whispers sweet things in my ear. Sweet lies She tells me to cut ties That she's the only friend I need She always gave great advice. She was there for me. She helped me look better. She was my trendsetter. I love this girl named Ana She was so meek She wasn't a geek, She was tall, skinny, beautiful but soon later she's changed If I try to eat something sweet she yells at me digs her claws into me She tells me "NO! Don't eat that you'll get fat." I listened to what she told me She never wronged me before. It's been awhile I look different My clothes no longer fit the same. Is that bone I see? What a shame, I wish this were all just a sick game. She tells me all the time, "You're fat don't eat that." "You are worthless" "Why did I ever try to make you pretty" She made me feel ****** I told her to stop, I don't want her advice anymore. This girl named Ana she hates me I try to tell her to stop But now she's on top I can't eat anymore I don't have an appetite Nothing feels right... I hate this girl named Ana She'll hurt you too She'll be stuck with you like glue, You can't break free. She will be the demon in your head. The day Ana left Is the day I died. I can no longer hide, I am now in a grave because I couldn't be brave.
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 5:38 PM UTC
This Girl Named Ana
You are my everything. You're everything I need. You are everything I want. The way your hand caresses my thigh Makes me feel an ultimate high. The way your hand slips down to the warmth of my sweet spot. With the sticky sweetness laced with your fingers now it's getting hot. I need you even more I want you even more I crave you To taste you. You are what I want. It's always been You.
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC
You.
I’m from a small neighborhood we call “Bucktown” From where the bleeding hearts sway in the luscious wind I’m from the tulips in the beds they call home From the smell of blooming flower buds From where it smells like freshly mowed grass I’m from posters that hang still on the wall From where we have Christmas in the crisp cold air From camping to swimming in the sizzling sun From where the tomatoes are big and juicy From where my mom is always there for me From where my dad was rarely there for me I'm from where the winter is freezing Where the summers are torrid I'm from where spring is nice and rainy Where autumn has a cool breeze hitting your neck Sending a chill through your whole body I'm from where you would go to parks From where you would drive around in your car I’m from where there are feral cats roaming the town From where the kittens love to play From where I learned everything I know today.
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
Where I'm From
“Blessed by the Almighty… Blessed be God’s name…” Blessed be God’s name? Why, but why would I bless Him? How could I say Blessed be thou, Almighty, Master of the Universe, Who chose us among all nations To be tortured day and night, To watch as our fathers, our mothers, Our brothers end up in furnaces? Praised be Thy Holy Name For having chosen us To be slaughtered on Thine Altar? You have betrayed, Allowing them to be tortured, Slaughtered, gassed, and Burned, what do they do? They pray before you! They praise your name! My eyes had opened, Terribly alone in a world Without God, without a man. Without love or mercy. Dead inside me, I felt a great void opening...
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
What are You, My God?
She was happy to see daddy doing “better” She couldn’t see the sunken face and the bags under his lazy eyes Daddy would fall asleep driving with her in the car She didn’t know this at the time until daddy almost went off the road Daddy is the bad guys that you see in cartoons and comics Daddy went back to the cold steel bars that he seemed to love more than his little girl She told herself “This time you won’t fall for daddy’s lies” She told herself “I don’t need him” She listened to herself this time Daddy is behind the cold bars Waiting to be free again His little girl is grown up He missed out on his little girl’s life Just to feel the rush of the high The rush of being a bad guy She knows who her daddy is She’s seen his true colors And it’s time for his little girl to say goodbye. GoodBye Dad.
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 10:34 AM UTC
Goodbye Dad