Alex - Hello Poetry

Alex Aug 2018

Night

I awake to the darkness.

I can't see, I can't hear, I can't breathe
Yet I can feel the loneliness

And sadness

Inside.

In the room I sit,
Since I guess I can't
Escape so I'll just fit
In with the darkness within

Cause no one likes the sick

I awake in the light,
But I don't feel happy, nor relieved

I hear the sounds of the birds chirping, and cars passing
But I don't like it, nor do I want to breathe

I miss the peace of the dark, I miss the stillness of the night

I wish I could just stay in my dream forever
They say that'll make me go insane..

But what if I already am,
What if I'm trapped inside?

Alex Aug 2018

Back To School

The time of getting new supplies
And buying new clothes

The time students take time
To memorize their routes

The time teachers dread,
And students too

And the time I feel most insecure,
Cause I'm around you.

Alex Aug 2018

A Message For The Night

Oh night, oh night,
Why can't you stay?
I don't want to face
anyone today.

Oh night, oh night,
Please don't go..
I don't feel like
getting up today.

Oh night, oh night,
I find peace with the moon
And the stars in the sky,
more than the sun at noon

Oh night, oh night,
I hate when you leave me
With the noise and the
scary scenery.

Oh night, oh night,
How I hate goodbye's,
Just promise me you won't leave
me here to die.

Because somehow the day is darker,
Than the shadows at midnight,
Please come save me,
Oh night, oh night.

Aug 2018

emnabee

The secret life of poets

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.

#secret #life #poets

Alex Aug 2018

Guarded

Over the years I have grown my own armor
They have struck me, and embarrassed me
Now no one can see me

I'm scared to say "You're welcome" when someone thanks me
I don't know if they were sarcastic, and trying to get a laugh out of my stupidity

I'm scared to open up, in case someone is quick to judge me
Like they were quick to decide they only wanted to make fun of me

I'm scared to talk, in case my voice fails
And I fall into the black void again, just because I'm embarrased

I'm scared of all these things, but the thing that terrifies me most,
No matter how good my armor is,
I'm never going to be confident enough.

Alex Aug 2018

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All I see are shapes and colors in an empty void.
An empty world, full of empty people.
I can feel, yet I have no emotion.
"Does anyone understand?" I will ask to the world.
No one hears, it seems as if they are deaf to actual problems.

The rich and happy are the ones who get pity when hurt the smallest bit.
The poor and broken are just tossed away.
We are so quick to judge in this awful society,
Unable to break free from the chains.

So that's why we write, it's a small escape.
A small bit of hope in an empty void with shapes and colors.
And that's why we have to help each other,
But we can't..
Because it's far to cold outside.

Alex Aug 2018

A crash of thunder, a breath

A crash of thunder, a breath...

I hear it getting closer
It seems to get heavier
I am scared, but less than before
My shoulders and body relax.

I relax.

But as soon as I got comfortable with the ghost in my room,
It left, and all was silent
Then it came back once more, louder and heavier

Yet somehow I was not prepared.