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writingwithteeth
writingwithteeth
30/New York i live my life / in color untouched / in black and white / in a mind full of fantasy / you're invited / if you follow the rules / which you make to break
my poems are not good they are just about you.
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Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 6:35 PM UTC
not.
insane edge and I am lost in a cloud my ***** keeps thumping like it's thunder and lightning and I'm edged up and somewhat losing my mind cannot concentrate outside the idea of being in a bind through endless rope you've threaded throughout my mind.
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Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 4:59 PM UTC
threaded.
the current song playing compels me to think of you. compels me to start writing a poem that won't ever sum up the feelings so deep within me that makes me think of you. I feel sound and foolish for having thoughts of you swim throughout my mind as I should just call you, though I won't. I know you won't answer, not because it's me, because you just don't like answering your phone. and I know this about you and I'm still compelled to think of you even after the song ended.
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Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
compelled.
not sure if you want me or want just *** with me. or perhaps it's the idea of me and the idea of *** with me. the false narrative walls have me cooped up inside myself which is where you want to be. but, is that where I want you to be? answer me.
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Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 12:23 AM UTC
sure.
i love you i'm not in love with you that comes later.
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Oct 22, 2017
Oct 22, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
later.
this world is insane and i'm the same
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Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
insane.
it's not important to be strong, it's important to be real
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Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 7:17 PM UTC
important.
when you're in it you don't think about it how it plays out how it would or wouldn't have been you're literally just in the moment good bad ugly great ok fine and it's all of it every emotion in the spectrum of colors and none
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Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
moment.
so many people write about love with ***** whiskey a joint a crutch i don't have a crutch and i don't have a crush and two negatives equal a positive so what does this poem even mean?
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 9:36 PM UTC
equal.
i know people who are obsessed with *** obsessed with adrenaline and where their next high is coming from i used to be obsessed, OCD to the point of screams, tears, erratic behaviors, all the insanities my sister stopped it and now i'm not obsessed not obsessed with anything. i've done a lot of hard drugs never once got addicted smoked cigarettes, clove menthol cigarettes yes i'm a gross girl baby i smoked socially baby and quit smoking independently baby i used to **** a lot of men hate **** around because of an ex slept with 2 or 3 fraternity brothers i forget because it wasn't important said i love you because it was important said goodbye because that was more important now i'm just really happy not doing any of that really happy working hard and being the best me drinking the best tea, traveling to friends, and spending money on me and watching my bank account fill up because of me i've become so tired because of you and you and you. don't want to spend my pennies, my time on those that don't see me for me and buying pointless garbage items that aren't used or beautiful. i know thyself thou tho is ever changing now that's a sentence Shakespeare can get down with and woof that's pretentious if you judge people un-openly and meow that's judgment because **** just be open and love yourself more than me.
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC
pennies.