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Sunlight, clocks, alarms:
They call for us, "Wake up!"
Convincing us to stumble out of bed,
Unwillingly,
As the bedsheets, the blankets, the pillows,
Are all we have.

Bosses, teachers, parents:
They call for us, "Now work!"
We persevere through the day,
Unwillingly,
Another coffee, another biscuit,
Are all we have.

Paperwork, homework, chores:
They call for us, "No rest!"
Barely surviving, we continue,
Unwillingly,
The hopes of evening, night, and stars,
Are all we have.

Eventually, it is another day over:
There is no cheer, only a sigh of relief.
We stumble to our beds, wondering,
Unwillingly,
When did we become,
Like this?
I didn't know what to post for my first poem... I guess this is okay?
I need to go away from here
I'm starting to go insane
I need to go far away
so I can release this pain
I don't want to worry about tomorrow
I don't want to talk to anyone
I want to hear nothing whatsoever
I just want this day to be done
Why does my head hurt so much?
The pills I take are not working
Why can't I stop panicking?
I feel like my brain is bleeding
The noises I hear are getting louder
I need to go for a walk
I need everybody to leave me alone
I don't want anyone to talk
I take more pills that I don't want to take
but my head hurts some more
I leave my house and I want to puke
I don't want to hurt anymore
My hands are sore I sit down and I start to cry
if this headache does not go away soon
I'm gonna have to say goodbye
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: May. 1, 2009 Friday 6:22 P.M.
I will never pay Hellopoetry $5 to have a poem be on the front page next to poems that are trending. I can't think of a more horrid thing then selling premium placement on the sight. There is no longer credibility, nor integrity on Hellopoetry.com. I will be looking for a new forum for my work. I am disappointed Hellopoetry.com would do this. You don't have to have talent nor anything interesting to say. I am done.
They changed the name of the front page to "what's hot". What is hot about having to buy your way in? Absolutely nothing. No real substance. I have never wanted to not be a writer before, until I noticed all this light shedding horseshit. A sun icon! Hey! Hellopoetry.com, sunlight is free, you ******* morons. Take away the sun and put up a dollar sign.
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