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tyonna-a
tyonna-a
American They tell me life will pass me by if I don't open up my eyes and thats fine by me. so wake me up when it's all over. When I'm wiser and when I'm older.
A thought hit me so very random it was I realized that I was completely alone No I was not lonely But I knew I had no one I did not want to be bothered I did not want friends I sought isolation I wanted to be alone With my thoughts My music My books And that was enough for me
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
alone
The light shines at the end of the road Glimmering as beautiful as gold When I reach it what road should I take Im far too naive for this trip The decision almost impossible to make I cannot wait for someone to guide me This is a journey that I must take alone Which street leads me to my dream Which one will lead me to a disaster Both roads look great from my view What if neither one is what it seems So ill stand here with the light next to me Waiting for a sign or opportunity At the end of an empty road is where Ill stay Until A strong wind pushes me forces me to a pathway
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Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 6:06 AM UTC
decisions
No one ever cares to ask how am I feeling. I always assure that everyone is feeling okay Though noone ever checks on me. My problems are disregarded. There are situations worst than mine of course. I am never the receiver of advice. But I always give it. No one cares how sad I may be. No one cares to comfort me. No one cares to know. No one gives me answers. No one gives me anything. I dont get help. After all, I am the helper.
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Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 11:22 AM UTC
The Helper
I loved you. Not for who you were, But for who I wanted you to be. The perfection you held In my mind, was limitless. There was no wrong you could do. Every moment with you Was like a fairytale But then something changed You changed My thoughts changed. All your flaws became obvious to me. All at once, you fell short of perfection. You were no longer my perfect movie scene. My expectations for you were unachievable. I made you perfect But somehow,somewhere, reality hit me. I didn't love you. I loved what my mind created. I loved what I wanted you to be. And for that, I am truly sorry.
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Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 8:49 AM UTC
Perfect Reality
Everytime I believe I am truly happy. I lose grasp of it all.Like a baby snatched from the wound. Taken from where they feel safe, cared for, warm and comfortable. Its taken from me, not shortly after I've learned that it was my home. I can never feel safe when Ive finally found that comfort zone. I know it won't be long before it will be taken from me. Even when I shelter it as if it were my own child protecting it from any possible harm and any chance of me losing it. It's still taken away. Taken away so often that I no longer want it.Maybe this is how it is supposed to be.Once you lose something so many times.... its clear that you don't deserve it.
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Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 8:42 AM UTC
Deprived