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  Mar 2021 J
TheWhisperingPoet83
WHERE ARE YOU RIGHT NOW?

Where are you right now?
Are you alright?
Are you happy?
Are you sad?
Are you alright?


Where are you right now?
What have you been up to?
Why are you happy?
Why are you sad?
Will you be alright?


Where are you right now?
How are you?
How is your day going?
How do you feel?
Hope you will be alright?


Where are you right now?
Is it a good day for you?
Is it a busy day for you?
Is the weather nice for you there?
Is everything going to be alright for you?


Where are you right now?
What will you do today?
Where will you go today?
Who will you see/catch up with today?
Will everything be alright for you today?


Where are you right now?
Let me know if you are alright?
So, I can smile and know,
That you are okay in your day.

© By HF-Whisper
22/4/2020
  Mar 2021 J
TheWhisperingPoet83
TOMORROW

Tomorrow will be a new day,
A day you can start again,
Or continue as you are,
A process of improvement with yourself,

Tomorrow will always give you another opportunity:
To live
To grow
To learn
To achieve,

To smile
To experience
To give
To accept,

To feel pain
To feel hurt
To feel sadness
To be strong,

To listen
To watch
To be kind
To bring joy to others.

To smile again
To love
To feel love again
To be loved,

Tomorrow will arrive again,
For you to get one step closer;
To your goals,
To your vision/direction,
To your dreams.

Tomorrow is your future,
Tomorrow is a mystery,
Tomorrow is a surprise,
Tomorrow is………….

Good night my friends,
Let’s dream of what tomorrow will bring for us.

-TOMORROW
© By HF-Whisper
23/4/2020
#-Let’s dream of a better tomorrow.
  Mar 2021 J
Sophia Marie Rose
Your fingers caressed the keys
like a gentle waltz
I was utterly transfixed
by the way you carried a conversation
I shivered at each note
the melody resonated within
You were telling the piano about me.
J Mar 2021
acting is a lot easier than people let you believe.
First you pick a person,
some sort of simple, easy, fun-loving personality
some range of phrases for said personality
mixed in with reactions of course, and
BAM
you got the gist.
my character is funny in the way that they're sort of me.
I'm very fake.
I've got this habit, you see, this habit of smiling and laughing.
"it's fine, it's funny we're laughing."
I'm the therapist, they come to me, I help.
I collect shards and paste them together
abandoning my own flayed pieces,
ignoring my own shattered self.
But that's okay!
See that's okay!!
Because J!
J!
J doesn't mind being stepped on!
OH ** **!
J DOESN'T MIND BEING USED AND TORMENTED!
NO NO CONTINUE PLEASE!
J doesn't MIND only being talked to when others need something!
Please, go ON!
Because J!
J WILL LET YOU?
and why?
maybe it's the separation anxiety
or abandonment issues
or the fear of being alone in a general way
or a fear of being hated
maybe it's because J is so ****** use to being treated like a
******* DOORMAT!
that it doesn't even phase them anymore
it doesn't even matter anymore
it's part of the normal world
day-to-day life!
. . .
I smile a lot.
I laugh a lot.
More than most.
More than I should.
Some would argue that it's simply too much
am I trying too hard with it?
is it somehow obvious?
. . .
I left my first period to the bathroom. and proceeded to
sit down on the hate this word
and yet i couldn't cry?
WHY?
someone else was in the bathroom.
I wanted NEEDED some sort of a break
and yet J
and yet I
I could not give myself leniency.
Even alone
even if the person there didn't matter.
So when she left, a shed I still could not cry
and i split skin instead.
I had planned it for a while
nowhere near deep enough of course
couldn't be caught bleeding all around the school.
I had my blades in the bag,
I tucked them into my pocket.
some of the juice splattered itself onto tile floor
onto blue jeans
onto hate this word paper
wrapping itself around my arms,
pleading with me to please, please stop.
but who the **** cares
because
. . .
I smile a lot.
  Mar 2021 J
Dustin
I tell the moon stories of you.
I wonder if she tells you about me too.
  Mar 2021 J
Just Another Flower
You are a savage
Causing me so much damage
I remember when you treated me like a soft peach
Now I'm all bruised and battered
Like a peach in an all-night corner store
Now I'm crying on the floor
While you bang on the door
You say you love me, sure
I believe you, dad
No, I'm not mad
I don't hate you, I add
Stuck in this prison
Disguised as a castle
~23/3/21
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