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942 · Feb 11
I hate Greece
Mina Feb 11
The sun is drowning
And the day finally cease
And as the light falls
The night takes from me another piece
But it's ok
What's better than getting close
To the end I always chose
and it's not... getting to Greece
It's ok
the day goes
And i don't care if i overdose
At least i enjoyed it
At least I'm at peace
lol I'm so funny.. sigh...
735 · Feb 15
Beauty in blue
Mina Feb 15
I wanted to write a poem about you.
but what can my words describe.
such a beauty in blue.
i wanted to start with the beauty, the eyes, the love that grew.
i wanted to continue with your laugh blending with your gaze in hue.
but what can words describe.
such a beauty in blue.
when all i can see is a miracle, when all i can see is you.
My weak stanzas struggle, and my pen faints.
when i try and imagine your powerful haze.
when i try to look into your playful gaze.
when i try to imagine you.
such a beauty in blue.
My friend forced me to write this, Help me
621 · Feb 11
The Redhead Beauty
Mina Feb 11
The Redhead Beauty
That i know from across the street
loves pink flowers
and giving stray cats a treat
Her hair is like cotton candy
and her smell is sweet
i wish i had feelings for her
i wish that i cared
at least i hope she's feeling something
not like me in despair
i hope she takes care
of her red beautiful hair
the redhead beauty
loves ice cream
YAYY! my first poem not about suicide!!
574 · Feb 15
Life's A Beach
Mina Feb 15
Life's a beach
Let's walk it, grab my hand.
Far from reach,
Yet right here she stands.
Poor or rich,
We're all on the same land.
Run and breach,
And yet, right here you'll stand.

Life’s a beach,
And I can't swim anymore.
But let's try it,
Let’s dance upon the shore.
Waves will reach,
Then drag us back once more.
Shells that preach
Of dreams we lost before.

Life's a beach,
And I'm eating sand.
Bleh... I'm tired I need someone
403 · Apr 1
I'm Scared
Mina Apr 1
πšˆπšŽπšŠπš‘ 𝙸 πšŠπš–, πš πš‘πšŠπš'𝚜 πš—πšŽπš .
πšƒπš‘πš’πšœ πšπš’πš–πšŽ πš’πš'𝚜 πšπš’πšπšπšŽπš›πšŽπš—πš, πš’πš'𝚜 πš‘πš˜πš  πšπš’πš–πšŽ πšπš•πšŽπš .
πš†πš’πš•πš• 𝙸 𝚊𝚐𝚎 πš˜πš—πšŽ 𝚍𝚊𝚒 πšŠπš—πš πš πš˜πš—πšπšŽπš› πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πš‘πšŠπšœ πš–πš’ πš•πš’πšπšŽ πšπš˜πš—πšŽ.
πš†πš’πš•πš• πš’ πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— πš–πšŠπš”πšŽ πš’πš πš˜πš•πš, πš†πš’πš•πš• πš’ πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— πš–πš˜πšŸπšŽ πš˜πš—.
π™Ύπš•πš πš™πšŽπš˜πš™πš•πšŽ πšœπšŒπšŠπš›πšŽ πš–πšŽ πš πš’πšπš‘ πšπš‘πšŽπš’πš› πšŠπšπšŸπš’πšŒπšŽ.
πšƒπš‘πšŽπš’ πš–πšŠπš”πšŽ πš–πšŽ πšπšŽπšŽπš• πš•πš’πš”πšŽ 𝙸'πš– πš™πš•πšŠπš’πš’πš—πš πš–πš’ πš•πš’πšπšŽ πš πš’πšπš‘ πšπš’πšŒπšŽ.
π™½πš˜πš  𝙸'πš– πšƒπš˜πš˜ πšœπšŒπšŠπš›πšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 πšŽπš—πš“πš˜πš’ πš’πš πšŠπš—πš πš›πš˜πšžπš.
π™±πšžπš 𝙸 πšŒπšŠπš—'𝚝 πš‘πšŽπš•πš™ πšπš‘πšŽ πšπšŽπšŽπš•πš’πš—πš 𝚘𝚏 πš–πš’πšœπšœπš’πš—πš 𝚘𝚞𝚝.
πšƒπš‘πšŽπš’ say πš’πš˜πšžπšπš‘ πš’s πšπš•πšŽπšŽπšπš’πš—πš, πš’πšŽπšŠπš‘ πš—πš˜ πšœπš‘πš’πš.
𝙸 πšπšŽπš•πš πš’πš 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚒 πš‹πšŽπšπš˜πš›πšŽ πš’ πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— πšŒπš˜πš–πš–πš’πš.
πš†πš’πš•πš• πš’ πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πš•πš˜πš˜πš” πš‹πšŠπšŒπš” πšŠπš—πš 𝚜𝚊𝚒 "πšƒπš‘πšŠπš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš–πš’πš—πšŽ"
π™Ύπš› πš“πšžπšœπš πš πšŠπšπšŒπš‘ πšπš›πš˜πš– 𝚊 πšπš’πšœπšπšŠπš—πšŒπšŽ 𝚊𝚜 πš’ πš›πšžπš— 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 πšπš’πš–πšŽ
I have a full beard at 16
358 · Mar 1
"Cry!"
Mina Mar 1
I should write
I must try
I wanna live
Not just cry
357 · Feb 24
Untitled
Mina Feb 24
Pretty birds in a cage
Little birds in a rage
Red, yellow, green and blue
All bonded like a glue
They try, cry and weep
They fly and forget the creep
Young friends of Earth
Flightless friends from birth
Wish they were never born
Until they eat sweet corn
I don't remember the original poem but I tried to write something out of a stanza
311 · Mar 26
Before the light
Mina Mar 26
I can feel the warmth of the sun that yet hasn't seen rise.
But I have a feeling that she'll come and fill my day with surprise.
I can't see it but I feel it.
The same way I sense a dim night.
While the clouds are trying to hide the sun.
in a losing fight.
I just hope that that night is never too scary.
I hope that I once again see light.
I can't capture the sunrise's beauty the same way I used to
303 · Mar 10
bye.
Mina Mar 10
The remaining of your lifeless body
Were some vivid images printed on my eyelids
some distorted memory tapes deforming in my brain

That night was a nightmare
I never woke up from
Every morning i still pinch myself
I bite my thumb
hoping the night is never too firm
hoping the morning comes

It's Killing me how
I'm starting to forget your face
Your glasses resting over your peaceful gaze
Your smile and innocent laugh brining life grace

I miss you and my annoying chats
I miss us playing with stray cats
I wish we wore your 20th birthday's hats

I miss such a young pure soul
I miss you as a whole
And i don't forgive the world for taking you
I don't forgive myself for every second not filling my eyes with you
Before you flew into the void of blue

I wish i said my goodbyes
Before it was too late
Before i knew that that night
such angel dies
i wrote this poem as a honor and remembrance of my real first friend, the real childhood memories I'm glad of every second we spent together, my cousin whom died in a car crash in the middle of august in the middle of the summer turning the sky grey and my eyes rainy,  i wish you were here to tell you that I'm sorry.. i love you
287 · Feb 17
The Gray Colorful city
Mina Feb 17
I get excited for another ride
On the bus of life we go
The limit of the view is my sight
The end of the road is death,
Or at least as far as i know

But the colors of the city dried out
They look faint, They're ugly and bold

But how old am i to think that
how many lies I've been told

Since when did my sight go bad
Since when I've lost all hope
Since when did the city go gray
Since when did the sun get old

The bus of life wont wait for me
but i have no reason to go

The colorful city stays bright
But i can't see anything, I can't let go
I'm starting to hate my life day by day
273 · Feb 19
An awful day
Mina Feb 19
Today was bad
I hate
I ate
Today was fine
I love the snickers add
248 · Mar 8
1.5 Kgs of sorrow
Mina Mar 8
As the clock ticks 12
I go out to enjoy
the cold midnight breeze
the sky isn't clear
but nor is my head
the stars sure were beautiful
but the clouds are too
i guess
everything has its season
but not a reason
231 · Feb 19
I need to pee
Mina Feb 19
I have a close friend named fear
He lives and whispers in my ear

He wakes me up, he keeps me trying...
He keeps me living, prevents me from dying

He makes me work, He let me strive
He keeps the guilt in my heart alive

He's like a bond
He makes me bold
Even in my dreams
I'm getting bombed

He makes me scared
He makes me hate
He's the reason today i ate

My friend fear is always near
He tells me run to the bathroom
when i drink to much beer

He makes me fear what i can't see
He gets me anxious, he makes me wanna ***..
i wanna *** but I'm too tired to get out of bed
227 · Mar 18
Lies
Mina Mar 18
Truth is we lie and believe it..
We stare into our own souls through mirrors
And deceive it.
We search for something to guide us.
And with the smallest inconvenience we schuss.
We cry and beg for light.
We love and admire the night.
We lose ourselves and drown in tears.
Then treat self-consciousness as a curse, a fear
We're wandering on a cold boat
With no steering wheel, and no coat.
Are we humans or animals
155 · Feb 5
The hole
Mina Feb 5
A hole, A road, A Dream
All lie on one path
All will get you screams
All will pass.

your road you'll follow
With happiness and sorrow
With a heart that's hollow
Through countless time

Walk or run, it's all the same
You can beg the road to change
but your sun won't answer
And the shadows you fear remain

But don't worry
We will all fall
All in the deep dark hole
With screams or a moment of silence
We'll all fall of the cliff
We're all going into one big hole.
we're doomed
145 · Feb 4
Me
Mina Feb 4
Me
Who are you?
I shout to her from distance.
only to hear my echoes back.
maybe you're nonexistent.
Or is it me who can't see?
The noise never fades.
And I cannot set myself free.

I march through the marsh.
with the mire clinging between my feet.
The voice calls like a ripple.
Vibrating through the trees.
and the more I try to silence it.
The louder it screams at me.

I see her again - far away.
"Who are you?"
I shout from my place.
she responds back "Who are you?" just to fade again

the noise won't seem to stop.
and my feet ache from running.
I'll get myself together to turn off the yelling.
but we just meet again.
is my faith sealed around this i mumble to myself.

Who are you?
she shouts from a distance.
"Who are you" i question her back.

I don't like this place nor do i understand her.
should I just stand here and the noise will make me move again?
or should I move fearing the dark?

I sit with myself mumbling these thoughts making an annoying noise.
Then i see her one more time running through the trees.
Coming to me.
with a face annoyed and not pleased.
she shouts with her voice diseased.
"Who are you?"
do i even know the answer to the question?
perhaps, do I know me?
I just hate her, and don't wanna hear her.
she mumbles annoying noise while thinking to herself.
she's mad and doesn't wanna forgive herself.
she is just hearing her echoes!
do i give up on the noise?

Who are you?
I scream through the thick air with doubt.
β€œWho are you?” she question back,
But this time, the response shakes in my mouth.
She’s no stranger i know her face,
She’s the noise I’ve been trying to chase.
I run in disbelief
yet she stays in place
I remember, she’s me.
The noise never leaves, but neither will she.
I'm just trying to understand myself.
142 · Mar 2
Mrs.Cupcake
Mina Mar 2
IT SLEEPS IN MY RIBCAGE
CLAWS SUNK DEEP
IT WAKES WHEN I DO
IT ***** MY SLEEP
IT SHATTERS MY SCARS
IT BEGS ME TO BREAK
TO FALL APART
A CAR WITH NO BREAKS
A BEAST UNCHAINED
I CAN'T **** IT'S CUTENESS
SO SHE STILL REMAINS
Her name is Mrs.Cupcake
She's ******* on the carpets
I love my cat so much BUT SHE MAKES ME MAD SOMETIMES but I would never hate her
113 · Apr 1
Never good enough.
Mina Apr 1
I thought i was good in a lot of stuff.
School, skills, smiling when lifeΒ Β got rough.
It shattered me a hundred pieces when i heard it.
"not good enough"
Now I'm fighting for a title i never had
looking at myself, amazed by how bad.
I was delusional i knew it.
But I'm the worst i found out.
the less  you know the better I guess
111 · Mar 16
Betrayal
Mina Mar 16
It felt like a bus hit me
A venomous snake bit me
Marching venom in my body's warfare
I felt betrayed and weak
Couldn't let out but a silent squeak
My eyes widened with doubt
My brain couldn't find a way out
"Is this real?!" Again and again
At this moment there was such unimaginable pain
Questions flooded my body
My thoughts turned ******
This feeling is like musical chords
Something I can't describe with words
....
106 · Feb 19
geΓΎyld
Mina Feb 19
A little fella runs around.
He's stupid, he's mean.
He has no hope, no purpose, no sound
No afol, no geΓΎyld, no dreams.
This ******* is me.
I hate English classes
101 · Feb 17
I wanna pee
Mina Feb 17
I have nice a friend called fear...
he softly whispers in my ear

he gets me up
he makes me run
he remind me the work is never done

he makes me brush
he keeps me clean
he keeps my conscience crisp and keen

he makes me study
he makes me train
he hates to see me fall behind again

he makes me dress
he makes me care
he makes me look at the mirror and stare

he makes me move
he makes me try
he usually tells me not to cry

he makes me do what i dread
he makes me do my messy bed

he makes me work
he makes me strive
he keeps the guilt in my heart alive

he makes me cautious
he makes me bold
he makes me fear growing old

he keeps me balanced on the brink
he hits me hard like a brick

he's like a bond
he makes me bold
even in my dreams
he makes me think I'm getting bombed

he makes me scared
he makes me hate

but almost always
this friend is near
he makes me run to the bathroom
when i drink too much beer

he makes me fear what i can't see
he makes me wanna ***...
i know i know, I'm not funny...
78 · Feb 20
Not here not theirs
Mina Feb 20
I'm not
    I wasn't
       I wont
                              I've been told, I'm delusional
We aren't
    we weren't
       we won't
                              We're told, we're delusional
idek anymore
73 · 3d
my new look
Mina 3d
I'll peel my skin for your warmth.
Just don't hate my new look.
Mina Mar 8
I always say ill learn it.
I've never really tried before.
but i feel myself being a master pianist.

disappointing right ?
56 · Mar 8
Vegetables
Mina Mar 8
vegetables are gross.
aren't they ?
What's worst
than seeing
raw cold broccoli
on a red plastic plate

I understand they're awful
but what if i just can't write
52 · 3d
Another attempt
Mina 3d
Not trying to ruin your fun
You're just a little bit late
Don't try to help me I'm done
I've been fighting through rage and hate
Sorry to leave you stunned
But sometimes feelings you can't shake
Steal and leave you with none
So "come and hold up the gun"
"**** the soul with one"
But once again I run and fail
Cuz I'm an afraid little c*nt
sorry if this was awful
42 · Mar 8
The Dream
Mina Mar 8
Last night I was choked
by my brain not a rope
it gave me hope
it was a dream
so good i forgot worst scenes
when i woke up i cried
to sleep again i begged and tried
i got out of bed with the biggest frown
the devil was wearing a crown
laughing at the scene
laughing at me
that night has opened my eyes
and im never going to sleep again
41 · Feb 23
?
Mina Feb 23
?
squeaking doors
bulking chores
ash scent
screaming eyes
changing will
gloomy cell
slowly ****
passing time
I'm just fine
?
Mina 5d
If the mind could talk it would say a lot
Punishing words, burning hot
it would fight itself for a decision
that doesn't need the slightest precision

If the eyes could speak they'd wish not
from the horrors this obnoxious world got
They would rain to ease the mind
that still can't decide

If the legs could express they'd cry lot
marching forward, tied by a knot
yet they follow the path of the unknown
like a stray cat roaming the cold streets alone

If scars could wish, they’d beg to erase
The skin they haunt, the time, the place
Trained for pain, deployed with pride
Now just tally marks we try to hide

And if the pen could live, it would join the riot
Etching screams into verses, never quiet
But it belongs to a mind that’s fractured and blind
Spilling blood instead of rhyme
33 · Apr 7
Tried and Tired
Mina Apr 7
Maybe it's not meant to be.
I shot my shot and fired.
I played myself to believe.
That I'm OK care free.
But ohh, the assassin life hired.
He put a gun to my head.
I told him to fire.
Cuz I'm so done to beg.
My wet eyes are tired.
So down to be held
So leave my neck wired
"I'm sorry"
But life hasn't been something I ever desired.
I'm sorry
Mina 7d
locks loops in place
cuts strings of hope
A blade powered by a radius of despair
Back and forth through life
An AC connection binds
My nerve cells through my eyes
so I bawl them out till it's summer
dried my pipes
I'd need a plumber
Now, you might not get the flow
cuz it's how my sick brain goes
I'll live in circles till god knows when
till I finally decide when it ends
When I close the curtains of the shower
When I solve the circle without a power
When I'm dried of the last drop of hope
When I believe the lies of the rope

— The End —