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Thirty Nine Dec 2024
"Gift Of God"
My name means "Gift of God"
What utter hypocrisy
And a weight on my shoulder that my title brings
I am not a gift of God
More like a Burden
I deserve to be objectified for all my sins
"Thirty-Nine" sounds much better
Thirty-Nine like the number
Thirty-Nine like the number of lashes Jesus received
I need to be objectified
This number is just mine
Thirty Nine Dec 2024
"Im going to **** myself"
You mumbled under your breath
And everyone laughed
Because you were so ******* funny
It wasn't a joke though was it?
Thirty Nine Dec 2024
Too much noise
It's all too much
I swear even the air is too loud
Why can't they just shut up?

The skin on my body
Doesn't feel like mine
I need to get it off to feel alright

And the lights
**** the lights
As they blind my sight

Why can't I just leave?
social gatherings (especially parties because *******) **** :p
Thirty Nine Dec 2024
And as I wait for your spirited reply
I read and reread your messages
Because you're the only one who remains
In hopes to remember your voice
But all I see are your words written in a Arial font
Separated yet connected by this stupid screen
Its the only way we communicate
Yet it keeps us so apart
Thirty Nine Dec 2024
Dear Loneliness,
I don't write letter very often
But since you cling to me like a shadow, I’ll give in.
You're always there,
You scatter those I love like leaves in a storm.
You never leave me
And those who tried to stay
Are gone
Yet you remain
Watching me sob at the night
I feel so lonely but am I really alone?
Dear Loneliness, though I curse at your name, you're the one who stayed
                                                                        Sincerely
                                                                                               Thirty Nine
idk- I mean while I  have a friend we're distanced by a screen (poem idea). My family isnt as close as they used to be and I find confidence in those I cant see. \_(00)_/ oh well
Thirty Nine Nov 2024
That he’s gone
He’s gone
Yet the world keeps spinning
Without a care in the world
Why?
Thirty Nine Nov 2024
I have the heart of an artist
A poetic heart some might say
And able to feel it all
But with a mind like this
And with thoughts like these
What I really need
Is a heart of a fighter
Decorated with razors
That scream “Don’t touch me”
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