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3.4k · Jul 2018
Real Life Existential Crisis
Daisy Hemlock Jul 2018
I guess this is what a real life existential crisis feels like.
Small bits of thought swirl through my head,
A tornado of broken glass.
And now that the wind has settled,
I struggle to fit the pieces together
In a way that would resemble a window
Through which I might view myself.
2.2k · Aug 2020
rebirth
Daisy Hemlock Aug 2020
i just ate dinner
now i'm a new person
can we start over?
nice to meet you.
Daisy Hemlock Aug 2018
My mind is an ocean
An ecosystem
Populated by thoughts that swim like fish.
My pen is a submarine,
Taking me places never seen before
The sea life down here are alien and beautiful.
The birds fly overhead
Never seeing past the surface,
Swooping down to catch a fish or two,
Never imagining the colourful creatures
Who reside in the lightless depths
Daisy Hemlock Jul 2018
I am an alien.
A being from another race.
You are not alone in the universe.
I've been sending signals toward your star cluster
For billions of years
Into the vacuum of space
With no response.
You are not alone in the universe.
There is so much possibility of knowledge.
Understanding.
1.6k · Nov 2018
press delete
Daisy Hemlock Nov 2018
maybe i should just press delete
to make my words disappear
because i'm not a poet.
Daisy Hemlock Jul 2021
I've learned to know without thinking
In fact, I barely even use my brain
I'm dumb.
But I know a few things
And at least I have a heart
Daisy Hemlock Aug 2018
I lay here in bed,
The thoughts in my head:
Grains of sand caught in a dance by the desert wind.
But as consciousness slowly slips out of reach,
They settle down somewhere else
Far away from where they started
In this tiny world of my mind.
I had to get out of bed to write this poem, but I didn't want this grain of sand to blow away and get lost forever. Sometimes I get lucky, and they come to me like that. I suppose many things come and go when you least expect them to.
846 · Mar 2018
Her
Daisy Hemlock Mar 2018
Her
Her mind is loud with language never spoken
Peering into the world as it swims through its fishbowl
With a gleaming silver sword, she fights the monsters within
Brave enough to live life differently
She sets out on a voyage: an infinite quest for knowledge
Picking facts like flowers
And weaving them into her tapestry of understanding
Her only true ally is herself
She is independent, invincible
Crying tears than aren’t hers: always emotionless
Mysterious to even herself
And as quickly as she came, she will go
She sees things differently
Understands how everything functions together
How everything is everything
How relative it all is
She is the universe, we all are
And when she dies, she will continue to exist
837 · Aug 2020
hospital
Daisy Hemlock Aug 2020
oversharing
undercaring
people staring
lights glaring
811 · Mar 2018
Poems Don't Have to Rhyme
Daisy Hemlock Mar 2018
Poems don't have to rhyme.
What a way to spend your time,
Constrained within a paradigm.
But, admittedly when they do,
They are quite sublime,
Giving each word a reverberating chime.

Writer's block
Is like a rock,
A door that's locked,
A brain out of stock.

The mind is a forest
Still with places where no one goes
It doesn't disclose the secrets no one knows

There is no line between poetry and prose.
Because poems don't have to rhyme.
but i made this one rhyme anyway
735 · Jun 2018
Rouge Planet
Daisy Hemlock Jun 2018
I am a rouge planet.
Without a sun around which to orbit.
To give me warmth and life.
Small and insignificant.
All alone in the empty sterility of space.
644 · Feb 2018
What Used to be an Avocado
Daisy Hemlock Feb 2018
In the middle of the night I awoke

With a lion growling in my stomach
So carefully and without a sound,
I made my way upstairs and into the kitchen
To fetch a delicious snack for this lion
That calls itself my stomach

As I opened the refrigerater
And as the pale white light it emitted
Illuminated the room,
My eyes began to scan the shelves for something to eat.
When all of the sudden
They landed on a strange
Blackish-
brownish-
greenish
Lump.

What is this strange lump?
I thought to myself.
So with the bravery of a thousand warriors,
I extended my arm
And lifted the container.
I removed the lid.
And inside
What I found
Was

What used to be an avocado.

I went back to bed.
Daisy Hemlock Oct 2018
Greetings, good sir, please, may you be troubled to donate your time and attention, so that I might share with you a little nugget of knowledge? Rather, a packet of information?

Yes?

Well perchance you have not considered this hypothesis,
but I do belive you may or may not be a natural born idot.

A natural born idiot, my good sir?! Why, my heavens, I do belive I most certainly have considered that proposition! In fact, I consider it every day!
a conversation between two dapper gentlemen
606 · Aug 2021
the world is a sandcastle
Daisy Hemlock Aug 2021
someday my house will fall down.
it was never my home

someday my city will burn.
and that's okay

someday my best friend will betray me.
people change

nothing ever stays the same, nothing is forever.

the world is a sandcastle
565 · Feb 2018
Faith in Humanity
Daisy Hemlock Feb 2018
I will never lose faith in humanity
Faith is illogical
And I try my best to be logical
I never had faith in the first place
Daisy Hemlock Mar 2018
Roses are red

Nowadays, roses
Can be pretty much any color
Thanks to genetic engineering.
I bet you  could even find ones that glow in the dark.

Violets are blue

But most people prefer violet violets.
So they tend to only come in violet.

Sugar is sweet

I don't really know what love is,
And my emotions are all shades of gray.
But I can't get your smile out of my mind.

And so are you

I bet you would never guess
How much I think about you
Because I am just part of the background.
I am a stranger to you.
Daisy Hemlock Feb 2018
There must be a rhinovirus
In my hippocampus
Because I am slowly going insane
How else can I explain
My notion
That the Sonic Hedgehog gene
Is what's keeping me from being a cyclops?
502 · Feb 2018
You
Daisy Hemlock Feb 2018
You
In an infinite universe, you are an infinite mystery

You are a hypercube, a pan dimensional entity with the possibility of never ending invisible sides

You are a tiger chasing its tail

You are a strand in the translucent fabric of reality

You are my friend, my enemy, my lover, my family

You are a stranger

You are a symbol, a code to convey a message

You are God

You are nothing

You were born to die but will never cease to exist

You are a microbiome, a world, a home

You are the sum of your parts

You are not meant to be understood

You are a unique copy

You are a paradox

You are a tool created by the cosmos for which to understand itself

You are we
478 · May 2018
One Frigid Morning
Daisy Hemlock May 2018
Tiny whirling particles
Tumble as they descend from the sky.
I sit in the warm yellow library
As I observe them through the window.
Originally published Tuesday, February 20th 2018
436 · Mar 2018
Climate Change
Daisy Hemlock Mar 2018
Sea levels rise
And the cruel frigid waters
May one day flood the island of my mind
429 · Aug 2020
pawn shop
Daisy Hemlock Aug 2020
My mind is like a pawn shop.

Most people wouldn't care about all the odds and ends in there.

But if you do, and you can make a fair exchange, anything in there is yours.

So shop around any time,

You never know what you may find
Daisy Hemlock Jun 2019
my poems are so good that they're bad. they are infinitely deep and meaningful and therefore don't mean anything at all.
Daisy Hemlock Apr 2018
If each neuron in your mind were a tree,
How big do you think
The forest would be?
393 · Feb 2018
Astronomy Club
379 · Aug 2020
numbness
Daisy Hemlock Aug 2020
i wish i could love someone as much as my cat loves me

and i wish i could feel something when i touch myself

i wish my life existed outside my room

i wish i had things to talk about
369 · Aug 2020
sleep paralysis
Daisy Hemlock Aug 2020
i received a hug from an invisible force
it felt amazing
until i realized i couldn't move
355 · Nov 2018
untitled, number 342
Daisy Hemlock Nov 2018
Some find me amusing
Some find me bemusing.
Others find me vexing
Or even perplexing.

I don't care what you think
Unless I do.
But I mustn't look down
And start feeling blue.
345 · Feb 2018
Mr. Koon
Daisy Hemlock Feb 2018
Mr. Koon, what a loon
What you taught us last June
Will be forgotten soon
Most probably by noon
292 · Sep 2019
my instagram account
Daisy Hemlock Sep 2019
is eating me alive
its digital teeth tear through my flesh
blood is on the screen

all i ever wanted was to be loved
will probably private later
283 · Aug 2020
song name ideas
Daisy Hemlock Aug 2020
milk is just grass
stupid questions
what's music?
*** is weird
there must be more to life
spider
can i brush your teeth?
i'd smile for you
even though you don't deserve it
273 · Mar 2018
Today
Daisy Hemlock Mar 2018
Would it be ok
To disappear away
Today?
247 · Nov 2018
discombobulating
Daisy Hemlock Nov 2018
Here is a poem I composed for you,
Like the ripples in the laces when I tie my shoes.

Discombobulating bobbleheads,
The knobby knuckles,
The seat belt buckle.
Introspeculating lobby beds.
The bumps in the road were on my head,
Disconnecting me from the thread.
227 · Feb 2018
Words
Daisy Hemlock Feb 2018
Once spoken gone
Once written ignored
Millions of them
Reused and recycled
Pointless
But worth so much
I have so many thoughts, so many words to speak, but why should I?
222 · Oct 2018
Please, don't read my poems
Daisy Hemlock Oct 2018
I set the box on the shelf, watched it click into place, aligning with the others: rows upon rows of boxes, identical, never changing.
The conveyor belt carried them up and away. Who knows where they are all going. All I know is that this is my home. The place where I'm safe. The place I belong.

The quail and whippoorwill went their separate ways. They fled the storm, diverging in opposing directions. Packed a suitcase and flew away, never to be seen again.

Don't get caught in the storm, she told me. But how can I get caught when I am in the center of it all?
174 · Aug 2020
misunderstandings
Daisy Hemlock Aug 2020
I wish I could be the right thing

For the right person

But I'm the wrong thing for everyone

And everyone's wrong for me
172 · Aug 2020
the brutal truth
Daisy Hemlock Aug 2020
I'm tired of impressing people, or trying to I mean.
But once I win someone over, I'm bored of them
Daisy Hemlock Apr 2018
Allow me to tell you a short little story
Of a man from a distant land.
He had a name.
His name was Matt.
And this young man named Matt,
Also had a cat.

He was having a little chat
With his brother (quite a brat).
They spoke of this and that
Standing by the doormat.

Opened the door to his flat.
And within it, saw his cat,
Wearing a purple hat,
Whilst sitting on the mat.

"What is that?!"
Said Matt.
"Where on earth did you get that hat?"
But, of course the cat
Didn't answer that!

— The End —