Skye - Hello Poetry

4h

Roses Behind Every Thorns

I feel suffocated talking to lots of people,

I feel so lonely in every parties I attended,

I can not stand the crowds all time,

I feel scared about their thoughts on me,

yet,

why,

Do I feel so secure expressing myself in verses and lines,

Voicing every pieces of my thoughts and story,

To the people I never met face-to-face,

And gladly accept any critiques to my words...

I don't really enjoy being the center of attention, and if I can, I choose chat over phone, but somehow, I enjoy doing all things in HP :) I openly express everything in black and white!

#fear #introvert #poems #personal #hp

4h

ericka bonilla

Vulnerable & Naked

The only way I know how to be vulnerable & naked with my thoughts
When I am being honest with myself & with you
I'm giving you a piece of me
You just don't know it
Some of these poems are my secrets
Others just distant memories
My real life experiences
My bliss
My serendipity
My calamity
My feelings
My emotions
My mind
My heart
I am giving you a vulnerable me
And a vulnerable you
So when you connect with my words & thoughts
You are vulnerable too
And knowing that you & I can share this vulnerability
Gives me peace because I'm reminded that we're human

-elissette

Skye 5h

Healing

I want to get better
I need to get better
I will get better
I will get help
I will do anything
I just want to be happy.
~
I have help
I am working on myself
I am making progress
I am happier
I am getting better.
~
****, I am getting worse again.
I made progress... but now I am back to ****.
This is all useless.
Why? I thought I was getting better...
I hate it!
~
It's slowly getting better again.
I just need patience.
It's hard, but it's working.
It's like a dance...
Two steps forward, one step back, two steps forward, one step back... and so on...
The eternal dance of healing.

#healing #journey

23h

Meera

When the heart of a poet gets broken

He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come

That's how true poetry comes into existence

#love #heartbreak #poet #poetry #pain

23h

Theresa Hartley-Mace

Just write

To all the poets in the world
Keep on writing
Keep that pen going
Share what you’re knowing
Write to your delight
Day and night
Enjoy
Give joy
Keep it flowing
Keep on going
Write the good right
Use insight
Just write ok
Until the break of day!

23h

JayJay

Stop

Stop.
Stop thinking about her.
Stop it!

Challenge: If you were to expand upon this, what would you add? (I'm curious as to what you all would say)

#love #lovehate #darklove #intrusivethoughts

Skye 2d

Overstimulation

Ears ringing, like after a concert.
Each sound, each voice, each tapping, each clicking...
Just—too much noise.
Too much...
Too ******* much!

Eyes burning like flames.
Too bright, too white, too dark, too...
Many colors blending together, creating a mess.
Too much...
Too ******* much!

Skin irritated, like a hundred bee stings.
Clothes rubbing, skin itching, scratching—makes it worse.
Each sensation, like a shock through the whole body.
Too much...
TOO ******* MUCH!

#overstimulation #feeling