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Sunset Meadows Feb 2023
I am from water, from fire,
      from earth and air,
            the spirit to complete.
I am from the busy movement of city
      from the busstling to and fro.
I am from historic land,
      from where many jumped to find gold,
            to find a better life.
I am from the prison of Him,
      from where the truama begins,
            perfect from all around.
I am from nights of games,
      from spondgebob monoply
            from Life.
I am from the seeds of the earth,
      from where the magick starts.
I am from Odin, from Apollo,
      the strong Yggdrasil to protect.
I am from the occult of practice,
      from the forests and seas.
I am from long walks with Odin,
      from his warm embrace,
            from playing fetch.
I am from the theatre,
      from Carlos, from tech.
I am from here.
Sunset Meadows Jan 2023
I’m sorry if this hurts you
I don’t want that
I haven’t told you this before
Not sure if you’ve noticed or not
But the scars aren’t by normal means
Don’t worry they’re not there to end
Just like the semi colon
They’re here because of not ending the sentence
I’m not sure how much you’ve dealt with
I was scared to tell you this
Most people can’t handle it
And I can’t stand to be the burden
I had to get rid of the voices
The lies they keep telling me
The ones I know are false
But the more you hear them
The more you want to trust
Even when they go against all logic
All the memories
Maybe today was just a hard day
Maybe it wasn’t because of the day at all
I’ll probably never find out
I just want you to know that
Adding more art to this ****** up gallery
Has never been your fault
This is a side effect of not ending the sentence
The art may stay for a bit
But I hope you will stay longer
Until the art can stop
#thehiddenpoet #voices #depression #sadness #semi-colon #selfharm
Sunset Meadows Nov 2021
What if we were to live in a world
          Where nothing had a title
                       How would things be different
                                Would people no longer judge?
                                             Would there be no labels?
                                                          Could we live in this untitled world?
Sunset Meadows Nov 2021
You never gave up on me
The butterflies never went away
Even after the years apart
We were finally drawn close

You guided me along
Gave me comfort
Even when we were apart
When we couldn't be together

I don't know why I love you
But I know we have a deeper connection
I've read that you know its real
When there's no explanation for love

I could never express my full feelings
It's too hard to say how or why
Just know that every time I'm with you
The butterflies remain

This may come across as cheesy
But I'm not sure how else to express this

It's like my world was in ruin and everything reversed
Falling in place
With you at the very center

This is the reason
I call you this
The very center
My sun
My star
I modified an older poem for my current girlfriend.
Sunset Meadows Sep 2021
I wonder how long this façade will last
How do they think I'm mentally stable
I honestly don't understand
I can't tell if I'm just that good at hiding it
Or if they just don't know how to notice
Due to how long it's been like this
I think it's me
How did I get to be so mentally unstable
It hardly feels like I'm functioning
I'm just a robot
A person living double lives
Who I am with people
And who I am when it's just me
Left to my own thoughts
I don't remember what it's like to be stable anymore
When can I finally be normal
And no longer be plagued with these illnesses
Maybe I just have to be gone
I knew this was gonna happen
I can't ever be around people
They can't ever see me as who I am
They only see the wrong in their eyes
Why does this always ******* happen
I can't ever make good friends
That's why I'm like this
If I make the pain's trade
I can go on for longer
But how can I when they're so close
I feel like I'm being watched every moment
I know that's probably just my anxiety
But it could be true
I feel like a ticking time bomb
Moved to college and have to live with three roommates.
@thehiddenpoet
Sunset Meadows Oct 2020
Darting back and forth
Lie after another lie
This is how we live our life
Never getting the courage to change
Can't ever be honest
They'll think it's fake
Or make their troubles exaggerated
Always pushing us down
Making us feel worse
I don't blame them though '
It's human nature
Living in the form of I
To avoid conflict we stay out of sight
Just like the mouse everyone wants dead
That's how we're seen
Just the bother
Always complaining about the bad
But how do we talk about the good
When there is none
Maybe we seem negative
But when we see you laughing
We think how
How can that person even laugh?
I could never feel that way
This is how we life our life
This is a poem I'm hoping relates to the people who have been depressed. I want to give you a safe place where you don't feel alone. Let me know what you think.
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