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vanessa-lee
vanessa-lee
Singaporean just a sixteen-year-old who finds comfort in writing and reading.
the stars and the moons the sun and the clouds; maybe between the days and the nights lies a parallel universe where the lines are broken. however I wish that hopefully one day you will be able to travel into this universe with me. and we will, be free and lost in our own world.
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Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
broken lines
anxiety; just like millions of ants biting your heart the mini heartaches, the scratchy feeling you get. unbearable yet you can't escape, the sudden heart attack, anxiety.
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 7:08 AM UTC
anxiety
your voice is: my melody, the best comfort when I'm down Without it, misery kicks in. Not hearing your voice makes me miss you so much. I miss you in my life, can you talk to me again?
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 2:22 AM UTC
voices
I dig, deeper and deeper, as my heart twists and wrench. "Breathe," I told myself, but my mind's in a swirl and suddenly, I have lost all my senses. "No, just no! I need to feel, I need to love!" I cried out, in a plea, desperation strangling my voice. I choked on my spit and coughed violently, forcing it out of my oesophagus and into the sink. My face flushed, all red from brawling and coughing. Blood rushed to my head and dizziness struck me like a bullet, causing me to collapse to the floor. "Why, tell me why. Why am I just simply not good enough?" I sobbed as I crouched into a corner, wrapping my arms around my knees. I felt like a helpless newborn, unable to fend for myself. Life felt so brittle, so fragile, with a tip of a finger, it would simply smash into smithereens. "No, no, but I still love him, I love him, I love him." I whispered, softly for the angels to listen, as I fell temporarily under cover, safe from all those demons, till I open my eyes again.
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
numbing lines
t r u s t repeat after me. t-r-u-s-t yes angel, this is all you need dont despair, dont cry, trust. trust him that he will come back for you. trust him that he will still fight for your love. trust him that he will still love you. now dear, go and sleep. close your eyes and let your soul rest. trust that he will come back to you. now say it once more. t r u s t
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 2:07 AM UTC
trust
even though, you make me feel like nothing. you make me hate myself so much, but I still love you so much. I guess this is when they say, love is blind. but I think, what is more apt, is that love, makes you lose all your senses.
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 12:53 PM UTC
losing senses
I believe that I still have, a bright future ahead of me. so I shouldn't be concerned or overly-affected by small things like you. maybe I should have been more careful, who to give my heart to. but although this is the end, I believe, a new door will open and once again I will venture into the unknown.
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 11:43 AM UTC
future
i heard that there's something called feelings. something that allows you to react something intangible, in-measurable. something called feelings. it can hurt you and give you joy. bring you to heaven and crash you down. and have you ever heard that it come with a person, which is you but with you gone, those things, those feelings, were gone as well and i dont know, what to feel anymore.
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 9:44 AM UTC
something called feelings
our first love. something that was passionate, a time when we all tripped and fell into a deep abyss unknowing the rest but expecting the most.
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 9:12 AM UTC
first loves
have you ever wondered, sometimes, why things just turn into ashes. memories that are grinder, burnt; into fine black powder and with a gust of wind, it flies away with you knowing. until its too late to even realize, that those memories are not there anymore. and perhaps this whole thing is nothing but only a delusion it wasn't there in the first place and that was never meant to be.
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Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
black dust