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Hello poetry says,
"To support this poem buy suns".
Dear hello poetry,
I don't even have money, to buy buns.
My parents gonna beat ****t out of me if i told them i want money for poetry🥲
I am convinced
that 85 percent of H.P.
is composed
of chatbots.
a fake-*** poem
in the style of Rupi Kaur
Still sky of ebony,
So silent are the streets,
Town’s quiet but I
Can't sleep at all

I hurt the most come eve,
Jealous thoughts and scary dreams,
Why can't I just turn
My mind off?

I've not her gilded wings,
I've not his beauty,
Why do I lie and say I’m not
Another one of envy’s victims?

I tell myself sweet things,
But I still focus on this pain,
And I, I wish that I could shake you
From my thoughts

But like snow in Summer’s heat,
It just doesn’t happen,
It just doesn’t happen
I wish we would never meet
But here we are again,
Here we are again

I heard you left last Spring,
May came, you turned twenty-three,
Moved back in with your ma and pa,

But Ma hurt, and Pa would drink,
I know it wasn't easy,
But you stayed ‘cause you were
All they got

You told them you would never leave,
Tired of the city,
You would start a new life
Far from it

Mom passed next morning,
Did Dad cry or say anything?
Or comfort you
As you wept?

I know you want him to be
There for you when knocks misery
You just want him
To care enough

But like snow in Summer heat
It just won’t happen,
It just won’t happen
When I close my eyes it's you I see,
And I’m scared you’ll find someone else,
I’m scared you’ve found someone else.

No more’s the sky ebony,
Cold dawn over Autumn streets,
Another night where I
Didn't sleep at all

Three years, we still don't speak,
I wonder how you're doing
This city life's become too much

Been thinking of moving,
Maybe settle down, find somebody,
Build something I can call my own,

Well I hope fate's good to me,
I've been down on my luck lately,
I just hope things start looking up,

And if cross our paths, then we
Can share fond memories,
And what we think the future holds,

And like snow after Summer heat,
It could always happen,
It could always happen,
No one knows what time will bring,
We'll just have to wait and,
We'll just have to wait and...

Wish for the best.
Holding on is the same as letting go sometimes

You are holding on to somebody you had to let go of
Here it comes again
The maelstrom of thought that kills
The corroding energy that eats
All it does is take
I hate it
And yet I let it in so easily
Without fuss nor fight
I let it take control
Driving me straight to its signature domain
An empty space of despair
I can't escape here
I hate it here
And yet I sit and watch as it pullover
Dragging me right to the thick of it
Do I like it here?
If yes what those that make me?
A *******?
A soldier?
A survival?
A man?
Nah it definitely not that
And yet I watch
It manifesto slowly converting my memory
Good is bad and bad is bad
It spread and spread
Always taking
And yet I watch
It as it all now
there nothing left
And yet I don't move
Fight! Fight!
A whisper, it's fading
But I don't respond
It continues, and yet I didn't
Weak, it watches with me
Without judgement or hatred

"What happened? Where did it all go? Who...who are we"

It questions, the only sound in this tar of Tartarus
But I only have one answer

"I'm tired"
🙃🙃
.....but body language
    can be fake
A kiss
can be prelude
to love
or is just
a one-off-
each case differs
with its story
whether happy
or unhappy
in varying intensity

and those
who haven't
kissed before
or being kissed
know not
its mystery
and what
has been missed
I say I’m fine,
It’s just easier that way,
No questions asked,
No truth to betray.

I smile and nod,
While I’m breaking inside,
Too scared to speak,
So I run and hide.

I’m tired of lying,
Tired of pain,
Wishing this silence
Would wash away like rain.
I can’t keep it in anymore and I know it. But I just can’t speak out the words.
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