alia - Hello Poetry

May 3

Liana

No one

I saw them
I saw her face
And I'm sorry
But I couldn't just watch it happen

They were not going to get away with it this time
No one messes with my friends.
No one.

You can call ME names
Make comments on MY body
And laugh at ME
But there's no way
That you're doing it to her

So there's a chance I get protective over my friends. They were mocking her from afar and I marched up to them and gave them a little piece of my mind. I never resort to violence, but I made sure my words made it clear. I didn't get to say as much as I wanted to those disgusting terrible people because someone pulled me away but they better get it now. No one messes with the people I care about. NO ONE. ❤️❤️❤️

May 3

Libelle Marcellus

Here’s The Type of Person I am

When I sit alone,
Someone will ask, “Can I use this chair?”
Then carry it to another table
To laugh with friends over there—
Leaving me, still and silent,
Closed off like a clam.

Have you ever felt like this?

#lonely #alone #foreveralone

alia May 2

hmm..

i smile

    (like i’m fine)

        but

each word
        each look
              each silence

          chips away

                and

     i sink,

                 slowly
                        quietly
                              invisibly

     until

       nothing.

         just
             me

               pretending
                  to be
                    okay.

Apr 29

Peter Gerstenmaier

Another you

Just like that, outta the blue
I realize that no matter what I do
There'll never ever be another you

And it hurts like hell...
Btw, how great is Chet Baker??

#blue #you

alia Apr 29

Clock Hands Spin

The clock hands move, they never rest,
While I stay stuck in yesterday.
I try to give the world my best,
But still, it finds a flaw each day.

Apr 29

Abbott J Hardison

Trust

I have trust in you,
So very thankful that I can,
I know you're loyal.

#haiku

alia Apr 28

If the sky could break

If the sky could break,
would it shatter like glass,
or melt like a candle,
too tired to last?

Would the stars come falling,
like secrets we hide,
or would they just flicker,
then quietly die?