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Mrs Anybody Jul 2020
she hid
her tears
behind
closed doors
and
a mask of attitude

but wanted
nothing more
than someone
to understand
and
a hug
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Mrs Anybody Nov 2020
are monsters born?
or are monsters made?
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Mrs Anybody Mar 2020
i wrote
most of
my poems
when
i was
madly
in love

so when
i don't write
that much
anymore

does it mean
i have
moved on?
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Mrs Anybody Apr 2020
when
i feel lonely
i look up
at the moon
knowing
that she looks
at me too
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Mrs Anybody Jan 2020
sometimes
I have to
get rid
of thoughts
that I can't even
tell my best friends

that's why
the moon
is one of my
most trusted ones
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Mrs Anybody Nov 2020
My parents' love
is strong;
even after 27 years
they still seem
to feel the butterflies

They share
whispers and secrets,
unknown to my ears

They share
tender kisses and hugs,
making me feel like an intruder
in their own little world

They share
a love
that can withstand
even the most severe storms

They share
a bond
no knife in the world
could cut through


I can only hope
that someday
I’ll experience
true love like theirs
i am eternally grateful for my parents and their love... <3

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Mrs Anybody Apr 2020
i am
a night child

feeling safe
in the
dim darkness
illuminated
by the moon

finding calm
in the whispers
of the trees
an the wind

finding peace
within
the soft screeches
of an owl
and the
chirping of crickets
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Mrs Anybody Sep 2020
The asphalt
underneath me
glistens from
the rain

The rain
splashes
my uncovered
thighs and arms

And the
fresh air
makes me
feel alive
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Mrs Anybody Nov 2020
Tic toc
it’s half past eleven
I had a dream and thought;
I am in heaven.

Tic toc
heaven turned into hell
am I still dreaming?
I can’t tell

Tic toc
it’s an hour past midnight
I am wide awake
and wrapped in by the night

Tic toc
on the clock blinks a fat two
I have only one thing on my mind;
and that is you

Tic toc
now it’s already three
a devil on my shoulder tells me to overthink
and I agree

Tic toc
it’s nearly four
I am still not tired
and think some more

Tic toc
now the clock shows five
and god, how grateful I am
to be alive

Tic toc
my windows let through, the light of dawn
but my eyes close and show me darkness,
to which I am drawn

Tic toc
my alarm rings an hour later
I am exhausted because insomnia
struck again, this traitor
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Mrs Anybody Feb 2020
when
everyone else
is asleep
the thinkers
write down
their thoughts
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Mrs Anybody Nov 2020
“everyone gets forgotten eventually.
there is nothing
we can do
to prevent that.”

I know she’s right.
but I am still scared
of oblivion
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Mrs Anybody Apr 2020
i just read
old poems

and although
some may
still feel
accurate

i feel like
a complete
different person
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Mrs Anybody May 2020
i fell
asleep
with
my tiring
thoughts
and
soft raindrops
pounding
against
glass
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Mrs Anybody Nov 2020
My hands
start to
sweat

My body
starts to
shake

My stomach
starts to
rotate

My heart
starts to
fight with
my head

As I am
overthinking
once again
i dont know why i keep overthinking...

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Mrs Anybody May 2020
one brushstroke
after
another

there a little bit
of white
there a little bit
of blue

a song
fades
softly into
the background

and
my thoughts
once
don't revolve
around you

i don't meditate
but i paint
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Mrs Anybody May 2020
i was
playing
with fire

i let
tiny flames
dance

and they grew
with time

burning me
just a little bit

but i
managed
to juggle
them
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Mrs Anybody Jul 2020
oh papa
please
forgive me

for the
cigarettes
i secretly
smoked
with friends
under bridges

oh mama
please
forgive me

for the
alcohol
i drank
when you
told me
not to


oh please
forgive me
for being
a teenager

making
poor decisions
but
good memories
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Mrs Anybody Feb 2020
small raindrops fell
smelling fresh and pure
as they washed away
the worlds sins
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Mrs Anybody Jul 2020
day by day
losing routine

day after day
losing more
motivation

day after day
missing
my friends

day after day
feeling more
numb
wrote this some time ago, when my little town was still quarantined

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Mrs Anybody Oct 2020
do you even recognize me,
wearing jeans instead of a dress
because originally I didn't want to impress

or is she all you see?
another part of my "A little bit confused" series that deserves its own name

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Mrs Anybody May 2020
sometimes
you won't
understand me

i am a writer
sometimes
i'd rather be
in the world
i imagine
than in the
real world

i am a poet
sometimes
i'd rather be
alone
with my feelings


sometimes
you won't
understand me

please
respect that
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Mrs Anybody Aug 2020
she is
restless

always
searching for
something
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Mrs Anybody Jun 2020
she was
acting strong
hiding
behind a mask
of indifference
and sarcasm

and she indeed
is strong
even behind
the mask

but not
in the way
you may think

she is strong
because
she keeps going,
crying behind
closed doors.
she keeps fighting,
no matter
how many times
she lost hope.
and she is strong
because she
dares to love
although
her heart
already broke
too often
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Mrs Anybody May 2020
last night
I turned
my music
up loud
trying to
silence
my thoughts

spoiler:
it did not
work
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Mrs Anybody Sep 2020
faint glimmers crackle,
smoke fills the air and lungs,
laughter fill ears.
secrets are exchanged,
jokes are told,
memories are relived.

All underneath
the moon who watches
our sins.
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Mrs Anybody Jan 2020
I hate small talk.
I'm not interested in the weather or this great tv show you just watched.
I don't want to know "what's up" when we could talk about so much more.

I want to know about your true self, about your biggest insecurities. About the things you're proud of, but never mention because you don't want to brag.


I want to know why you don't like the colour of your eyes or the form of your hands. Why you think your eyes are boring and why you think your hands are ugly.
But I also want to know what those eyes saw, what horror and what beauty they experienced. I want to know when and why they were filled with tears. Happy tears as well as sad tears.
I'm interested in all those amazing things those hands built - but I'm also interested in those, which they destroyed.

I want to know what the happiest memory of your childhood is. I want to know whether you liked to play in the sand or if you preferred to sit on the swing, feet high above the ground in the air.
I want to know what you miss about your childhood. Is it the carefree mind you once had or is it the happiness you felt because of the smallest things?

I want to know which traumas you fight with till this day. And how you cope with them. Did a dog once bit you and are you therefore still scared of them? Or does the loud echo of a thunder still make you uncomfortable?

I want to know which songs you listen to. What the lyrics behind your favourite songs mean to you. Do they make you think 'bout cold but cozy winter days? Or do they remind you of warm summer days spent in the sun, maybe even on a beach?
I want to know what path your thoughts are travelling when you're laying in bed at 3am while listening to a special song. Does it make you cry because it reminds you of someone? Or do you smile for the same reason?

I want to know all the dreams you have. How you got them and how you want to make them happen. I want to know whether you’d like to climb the mount Everest or if you want to go skydiving. But maybe your biggest dream is to get married to the person you love, your soulmate. Do you even believe in soulmates?

I want to know in what absurd things you believe in. Do you think aliens exist and maybe they're already between us? Do you believe that when you break a mirror, you've got 7 years bad luck or that the shatters bring good luck?

I want to know whether you believe that we humans will destroy and exterminate ourselves or if you believe that an asteroid will destroy us just the way another one destroyed the dinosaurs.

I want to know if you believe that we can change and influence our future or if you believe in fate and that god has everything planned out for us - or if you don't believe in god at all. And tell me; do you believe in karma?

I’m interested in all the things and humans who inspire you. Does music and poetry inspire you? Or do you feel inspired by someone’s development?  
I want to know what influence your family had and still has on you. Do you let them influence your opinions or don’t you let yourself be dissuaded? Did they raise you to be a kind human being or to shut down your feelings? And I want to know; what about your friends? How do they affect you?


You see, I hate small talk.
I want to talk about galaxies and aliens, destructions and creations.
I want to remember childhood memories, smells and nostalgias - but also childhood traumas.
I want to talk about karma, fate and god.
About insecurities and fears, about music and its influence.
I want to talk about all the dreams that you want to live up to, and everything that makes them burst.
I want to talk about everything you search for in a soulmate and how you feel, when you think of someone you're in love with.
I want to revive all the happy feelings you've ever felt, but also all the pain that sometimes drowned out the happiness.
I want to talk about all the things that made us feel more alive than we could've ever imagined - and about everything that broke us.

I want to talk about everything that makes us these imperfect, beautiful human beings that we are.
my thoughts about small talks
Mrs Anybody Feb 2020
the snow-covered mountains
glitter brighter
than stars

so when
i blink
i can still
see their beauty
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Mrs Anybody Jan 2020
There’s something about him.
I don’t know what it is, but there’s something.

Maybe this something is his look. His appearance.
He’s like the boy next door. With shaggy hair and hazel eyes.
Maybe it’s his smile. His laugh.

Maybe this something is in the way he moves
or in the way he talks.
Maybe it’s how he keeps eye contact whilst talking to you.
Maybe it’s the way he moves his hand trough his hair.

Maybe this something is the fact that he can be a real gentleman.
But maybe it’s the fact that in heart, he’s still a kid.
Edit: this series is an old one, and at first i didn't even want to publish it, because i do not longer feel this way. But still, i published it, so that the people who can relate don't feel alone.  :))

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Mrs Anybody Feb 2020
Maybe this something is in the way he makes you feel.
Maybe it’s the way he makes you feel part of his friends.
Like he really likes you.
Maybe it’s the way he makes you feel understood.

Maybe this something is his character.
Maybe it’s his diversity.
Maybe it’s the fact that he’s weird in a lovely way.
Maybe it’s the way he is caring and ready to help.
Maybe it’s the way he’s always in a good mood.
Maybe it’s the way his good mood is contagious.

Maybe this something is the fact that he’s just himself.
Maybe it’s the way he never pretends to be someone he isn’t.

I don’t know what is.
But there’s something about him.
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Mrs Anybody Feb 2020
Maybe this something is his sweetness.
Maybe it’s the way he apologizes,
even though he hasn’t done anything wrong.

Maybe it’s the fact that he is really sorry.
Maybe it’s the way I can see it in his eyes.
His regret, his guilt. His honest.

But maybe only I see it.
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Mrs Anybody Feb 2020
Maybe this something is his eyes. His hazel eyes.
Maybe it’s the way they look at you.
Maybe it’s the way he winks at me.
It’s attractive but also really cute.

Maybe it’s the fact, that his eyes are telling how he really feels. Maybe it’s the way, that his eyes are the keys to his soul.
You feel like you could touch it.
Maybe it’s the way you could stare into his eyes forever.

But maybe only I could stare into these eyes forever.
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Mrs Anybody Feb 2020
Maybe this something is the fact, that he has a girlfriend.
Maybe this something is the fact that he treats her well, which confirms my picture, my imagination of him.

But maybe this something is my hope, when he told me, something in their relationship seems to fade, seems to be lost.

Maybe I just like complicated things.
Maybe I just like daydreaming about someone, who doesn’t love me.

Who probably never will.
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Mrs Anybody Feb 2020
Maybe this something is his body language.
Maybe it’s the way you can tell how he feels in the way he moves.
If he’s comfortable or if he isn’t. But maybe only I can tell it.

Maybe this something is his humour.
He doesn’t take everything too serious, which is great, because he always relaxes the mood.
Maybe it’s the fact, that he sometimes tries to relax the mood in inappropriate situations.
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Mrs Anybody Feb 2020
Maybe this something is the way he’s trying to make me laugh.
Like when he makes a joke and waits for my reaction.
Or when he moves along with music with the awareness, that it looks funny.
And I think that’s really sweet.  

I mean… he’s such a ******. But it’s sweet.
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Mrs Anybody Feb 2020
Maybe this something is the way he is a bit childish.
But in a sweet way.
Maybe it’s the way he’s walking springy when he’s in a good mood and not surrounded of people.
But maybe he’s only like that when he’s with me.

Maybe this something is the fact that he’s not ashamed in front of me.
That he sings along with songs, no matter if it sounds good or not. But maybe he just does this when he’s with me.
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Mrs Anybody Feb 2020
Maybe this something is the fact, that he won’t disappear out of my head.
When I lay in bed, with my headphones on, I often find myself thinking about him.

Fantasize about dates we will never have.
About a kiss we will never have.
About a future we will never have.

Maybe this something is that these daydreams are stuck in my head, even though he doesn’t even do something…
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Mrs Anybody Feb 2020
And even after all, I don’t really know him.
Even after all, I’m not sure, what I feel for him.
If he is my imagination of an amazing boyfriend.
If it’s a crush.
If it’s love.

But I know that there is something about him, something I’m not really sure about.
Something that messes with my feelings.
Something, that I want to get to know.
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Mrs Anybody Apr 2020
imagine
we all would have
a playlist
with all
the songs
we used to love
but
forgot about

a lot of them
would bring back
memories
bonded to
joy

some
would bring back
memories
bonded to persons
we almost forgot
too

and some
may bring back
all the memories
we associate with
pain and
agony

but we would
still listen
to 'our' songs
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Mrs Anybody Feb 2020
when
there's no one
i can talk to

when
even the moon
is gone

i grab
a pen
a piece of paper

and write
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Mrs Anybody Apr 2020
her body
was stuck
in a room

while
her mind
was free
imagining
all the places
she wants
to see
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Mrs Anybody Aug 2020
we should
live
like sunflowers -

leaving
the dark,
the shadows
behind us

and facing
the light,
the good things
in front of us
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Mrs Anybody Apr 2020
no clouds
cover
the sky

and
warm sunrays
hit my skin

makig it
tingle
with warmth
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Mrs Anybody Oct 2020
for once I would like to be the one,
not just second choice

for once I want my feelings to be mutual,
not unrequited

and just for one I want to feel loved and desired,
'cause I've never been

so just for once, for once
I want to be the one
the chorus of a song i wrote (and yes, my poem "falling" is part of the pre-chorus of the same song)

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Mrs Anybody May 2020
i always
miss
the right
moment
for
a split second
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Mrs Anybody Aug 2020
“what
do you feel
when you think
of him?”

“I honestly
don’t know.
there are
so many things
I feel
when
I think
of him.

Among others...
confusion.
just
a little bit.”
it was a beautiful, warm night i spent with my best friend. we talked about everthing and nothing, when she asked me about him...

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Mrs Anybody Jun 2020
maybe
i am more
in love
with
the thought
of being
in love

than actually
being in love
with
someone
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Mrs Anybody Feb 2020
even the moon
has its
specific time
to shine


yours will come too
a little reminder ;)

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Mrs Anybody Mar 2020
lately
familiar love
is not enough
anymore

lately
i want to
experience
a love
where i can
feel even more alive
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Mrs Anybody Mar 2020
i hate
to see
someone dear
to me
hurting

because i know
that i can't
do anything
to make it
better

the only thing
i can try
is to be
there to listen
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Mrs Anybody Mar 2020
if anyone who
knows my identity
would read my poems
i would be ******

because
i am not ready
to show the world
my darkest secrets
and
deepest desires
when it would
also know
my face
sorry for my language... :)

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