I feel as if i’m cursed
As if it’s a misfortune to love her
In this lifetime at least
How brave we must be to love each other.
It’s like
We were both north poles
Only meant to connect with south instead of each other
Opposites attract...right?
That’s how everything was supposed to be laid out…
But there have to be some similarities
Whether that similarity is music
Friends, family, hobbies, sports...
Or gender.
Would you really rather see two men holding weapons
Than hands?
Do you want to see the slits on wrists
When you tell them who they can’t kiss?
Just so you know
I'm a girl
I love a girl
And I’m okay with that
You should be too.
Oct 9, 2019
Oct 9, 2019 at 3:23 AM UTC
Maturity is monumental puzzle piece in person’s life
That single word distinguishes the difference between boys and men
Or even girls and women
Boys are stuck with a young mentality to only focus on things they want
Men know what they need and when they need it
While boys chase after *** real men want passion
While a man is giving a gentle kiss to a woman
Boys are caressing the thighs of innocent girls
Whether you may believe it or not; girls may be more greedy than boys
Girls survive off of the wealth of others
Women go out and succeed themselves
Girls only care for themselves
While the women around them care for everyone else
And i stand here alone
Surrounded by girls and boys trying to grow up too fast
The things that they think make them seem more mature
Only aids them in keeping their adolescent title
The decision is lust or love
I, myself, prefer the latter
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 6:32 PM UTC
My room is cluttered with nothing in the right places
I feel like i don't have control over it
Though it's obvious i do.
Every time i pick something up,
I throw twice as much trash in its place
I never go into my room because that's where
I leave the unwanted.
But the moment i walk in...its overwhelming.
I don't sleep in my room because
Closing my eyes in its darkness
Terrifies me.
And its all my fault because i cause the mess
My family tells me to clean it up
And that no one would love me if im…
Such a mess
But its not that easy. I cant just
Organize it and rearrange it by myself
I need help
But everyone is scared because my room is a
Disaster zone
Im never happy sitting alone isolated in that box
The only way i'll clean it myself
Is if i get scolded into fear of loneliness
Even then
It will never meet expectations
And I'll just give up on changing
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 5:46 PM UTC
Hope and joy shines bright in my eyes
The newer my poetry was
The more deep it got
The more you could feel what I was feeling
They all used to be happy
But the poems weren’t good
Anger and depression was the reason for my poetic fire
I’m proud to say now my poetry is bad
Because I am no longer sad
Someone has entered my life to where
I do not have the ability to feel down
He has stolen my heart
But he can keep it
I never knew how to write happy uplifting poems
The best ones were deep
Feelings
So here is where I shall retire
Until I once again am let down by yet another person
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 12:15 PM UTC
you said that if i want him,
i should go get him...
would you say that,
still,
if you knew
that the “him” i want
isn’t a him,
but a her?
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC
Me at 5 years old-
I know that
We are all treated equal.
I don’t believe that
There is hate.
My mind knows that
Everyone loves one another.
Sometimes people lie to themselves and say
People hate each other for their differences.
I remind myself:
I am happy here.
And you can’t tell me
We live in a cruel world.
Me at 15 years old-
We live in a cruel world.
And you can’t tell me
I am happy here.
I remind myself:
People hate each other for their differences.
Sometimes people lie to themselves and say
Everyone loves one another.
My mind knows that
There is hate.
I don’t believe that
We are all treated equal.
I know that
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC
Anybody ever felt like giving up?
Like they failed at something?
Are you in this room right now? Do you exist?
You made it through.
The only wrong answer to falling down
Is staying down...
And you learned how to fly
What you did was amazing
You wiped off the dust and stepped up.
This life would have loved to swallow you whole
With segregation
Devastation
Agitation
Aggravation and
Humiliation
But you wiped off the dust and stepped up
They say don’t speak
Make you weep
Makes you weak
Everything seems so bleak
For it’s assistance you would seek
You felt like you couldn’t bear one more disappointment.
It put you through a phase
In a haze of
“Life’s not fair I don’t care”
But you wiped off the dust
And you stepped up
This life tried to stomp out your fire
But you found a lighter
And relit your candle
People pushed you down
Pushed you down
And pushed you down
Until you thought you might drown
In tears
In the sound of your own fears
But you wiped off the dust
And you stepped up
You concealed the tears and you fought the fears
Eventually you swallowed the
“You’re not good enough”s
The “You will never make it”s
The “Just sit there and take it”s
But you still had a lingering question:
“Why am I even here?”
And then you made a sudden realization
That you have a purpose on this sphere
Your dreams were hidden behind mounds
But your faith caused an erosion
And now everyone can see who you
Are really meant to be
Because you wiped off the dust and
You
Stepped
Up
And that is why I’m here today
Because I wiped off the dust and I stepped up
I am at a peak
I see everyone. in this world as
Brothers and sisters;
There is no difference between you, me
Or the person sitting next to you
And I can’t wait until the day
The dust settles
And we’re all not just seeking our dreams;
But we are living them
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
now that
I have known
Your love
everything before it
seems silly
and
everything after it
just is not enough
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 3:26 AM UTC
Being a poet is purely
Amazing.
Everyone thinks you have this
Incredible talent and skills
To encourage or inspire everyone but really
I hate it
All of it
I hate that something bad has to happen
just for me to write about it
Like every time I write, something bad happened
and that something is eating me alive
And because I have no one for me,
I have to tell the world about my problems
About every heartbreak
relationship
bad day
bad person
and everything BAD
Trust me when i say this:
I've tried to write about all of the good
in the world
but now...really I look around
and see none
so all I can do it sit around
waiting
for the next horrible
thing to happen to me
again
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
Today was supposed to be my
day off
but i realized as a poet
there is never a day off
everything around you
shapes you and everything becomes more relevant
than it was before
being a poet means,
giving up the simplicity
of life and everything, every day.
you have to realize that everything is made just for you
everything is meant to be seen
and maybe you were meant to see it
and write about it
maybe, and this might be crazy,
but maybe
you were meant to fall in love
and then break your heart into 1,000 pieces
being a poet made me realize
the simple things in life
which I can no longer afford
i take everything into account
and everything into perspective
because all i want to do
is write
and all I can do about my current situation...
is write about how much
I hate being a writer
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC