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wanderingnote
wanderingnote
Before knowledge, be stupid Before love, be weak Before insight, be doubtful Before sadness, be happy Before success, fail Before you die... live For life is a rollercoaster Sit back and don't fall :)
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 8:44 AM UTC
LIVE
I want to die I get upset over really small things I don't think I can do it I'm just so fragile I don't want people to see that Don't want them to see me crying 'Cause it's so pathetic and ridiculous I just smile when they pass by I'm so weak I feel helpless Don't ask me what my problem is I swear it's not worth it I don't want to talk about it either I wish I know what is wrong with me I don't know I'm just wrong I am angry At everything Nobody understands 'Cause nobody's as weak as I am I hate myself No... I hate that I have to teach myself how to be human on my own It's okay to make mistakes It's okay to mess up But don't be stupid Now they're looking at you They're talking about you Why are you so weird? I am alone.
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC
Weak
Why read a book? People say for entertainment Or to learn things For me, simply it is To feel and to be somewhere If you're like me And you don't have a life It often gets boring and sometimes... depressing. There's nothing that feels more fulfilling than to have a book in front of you You read and the words **** you into the novel The rest of the world dissolves away Reading makes me feel hopeful That someday I'll have a life of my own Maybe I'm just one of those characters who start out being loners And later have adventures of their own with their remarkable wierdo friends and fall in love and such... I don't know Who can tell? When you read, It feels like anything is possible I can't be that optimistic in real life But when I read, I don't loose hope Reality can be a ****** sometimes But you don't always have to deal with it Escape! If you can afford it
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Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
To the Land of Imagination
I can't think of any happy thought My world is black and white Oh, I'm color blind I don't recognize the hue of my emotions I think I'm depressed Distant images, faded, memories of me smiling, laughing... we're they real? I feel not For I knew I had been feigning all along Now I don't know what real happiness is It sounds to me like a made-up conccept How do you know you are truly happy?
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Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC
Teach me how to be happy