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xenna
xenna
I love to write, even though I'm not that good. Still thanks for reading my poems.
I know I'm difficult I know I'm hard to handle I know my mind is my worse enemy But I'm trying to suppress the screams I know I'm stressed I know it's hard to breathe I know it's hard to communicate But I'm trying to put a smile on my face I know I'm too much I know my anxiety is taking control I know I no longer wanna exist But I've been trying for years I know your love started to fade I know the way you look at me changed I know that you know I see it But I'm trying to still believe you care I know your stressed I know you don't mean what you say I know you pity me with the "I'm sorry" But I'm trying my hardest to be blind I know how you dont look at me when I speak I know you dont wanna hear my pain I know you dont think about me anymore But I'm trying to have time go back I know, I know, I know But I'm tired of trying now
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Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 12:10 AM UTC
Trying
Here we are... A brewing toxin of emotions That will bubble and fester Out of control Here we are... A creation of chemicals Of two mixtures Combining; entwining Here we are... A living example of love Living experience of mistakes The forshadowing events of regrets
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Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
Here we are
Dance, tormented soul. Sing, broken heart. Cry, fractured bones. As your master hits the ground. Pounding their fists against the pavement, Causing the floor to be written with flesh and blood. Speak, tearing flesh. Stand, damaged mind. Move, sealed lips. As your owner screams. Only allowing the darkness to hear. Causing silence around them as they gasp for air. Reach, crippled arm. Draw, collapsing eyes. Swim, invisible cries. Your master lives, yet dies. Breathes, yet Drowns. Smiles, yet hides. Scream, shaking fingers. Bleed, unspoken words. Write, oppressed emotions. Your master loves you, yet hates you. you cannot dare to leave unless they decide to leave this realm. So you must stay to become your master's body and mind.
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Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
Your Master
Am I not pretty enough? Thin enough? Thick enough? You've cheated me on me twice Now its my turn to roll the dice. Am I not good enough? Smart enough? stupid enough? To get stirred by your words So my mind can miss the worse. Aren't I enough for you? Funny enough? Sweet enough? I was told I was a fool For falling in love with you. Don't I love you enough? Am I clingy? Am I distant? I forgave you the first Thinking you'll never do worse. However, I was dead wrong. Thinking it would be a beautiful song, But my heart has been torn As my mind has been worn By the lies you had spew And everyone knew. I gave you my trust, But all you wanted was lust. You had put me in a trance, But there was no romance. I gave you one last chance. Now, I don't believe I can trust another man. You took my heart And broke it apart But from this tragedy I had grew rapidly. So I say thanks For no longer leaving me blank So I could be able to see That you were never right for me.
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Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
I'm Enough
I am me, but not really me. What do you mean you ask? Well this is my body, But in my mind there is someone else Who's on top. I cannot breathe with out their say Nor can I think without their thoughts. I am their vessel, their ship. I am nothing but a doll that cannot live without it's owner Go ahead and call me insane But, the person on top Will force me to believe that's crazy.
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Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 4:11 AM UTC
No Longer On Top
Darkness develops, deadly We become drenched in it By nightfall Yet, we sleep when it's Fully appeared. Darkness develops, deadly For we consider anything Evil In the rage, category of Darkness Still most beautiful things Lay within the grasps Of the shadows That we forget sometimes
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Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 4:01 AM UTC
Beauty In The Shadows
Hello Hi How are you? I've been good I've been meaning to ask. but why do you always hide behind a mask? What do you mean? Well I've seen you struggle Yet, you don't cry. You just act shy And just smile ... It's ok if you don't answer I don't mean to pressure. I was just wondering why You never cry. I cry... But on the inside Because the shadows of my past Lingers on to me. I hate to have it reappear. It haunts me when I'm happy. It slips it's way through Before I sleep. I wasn't always Smiling... Yet I do it to avoid the questions That others will always ask. So to me, ignored by these Stubborn people. I do nothing but smile. I smile To tell myself to try and forget the past, Yet it still stands in The corner Glaring at me I'm sorry, I didn't know. It's ok I just never showed.
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Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC
A Conversation
The wind ravishes the trees. They sway in fear. They scream with their cries. As we sit idly by.
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Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
The Trees
The wind blows lightly, Brushing against her face. Letting her hair run rampaged. It was raining, No one on the streets. Waiting for her bus. With tears in her eyes. The rain masking them. So much on her mind and no longer willing to tell. She was living out her Daily routine.
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Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 3:02 AM UTC
Daily Routine
I fear the beasts under my bed I fear the monsters who corrupt society I fear the creatures that allow the racism and stereoypes inhabit their mind I fear the inequality that people say we dont have I fear the critizism we get for doing what we love. I fear the place where we have become I fear the reality that others love I fear the media who supports self confidence but tears it back down again I fear that the world is nigh with how we treat the world. I fear the wars that we start which can be advoided. I fear the wars we see on our streets I fear the gangs today, When back then they didnt harm the innocent I fear this place were manners are wanted but not performed. I fear fear but not as much i fear how humans have become When people question if we still have humanity Where people question if we are truly equal Where people question if we are diverse Where people question if we truely are free. Where people question why we scapegoat Where people question if the governmet will be there Where people question the loyalty. I fear what humans have become the most
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
I fear...