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shelly Sep 2015
day 1

i wish i could think
of anything
that isnt aimed at myself
a series of daily poems. just random thoughts and stuff
shelly May 2015
i need a place that is warm
that is comforting
with a lover of my own
with waiting arms
i need a place with family
or the comforting ticking clock
i need a home
for my own
damaged and rough soul
this is kinda  weird but then again nothing i write makes sense so
shelly May 2015
fly
i want to fly through the air
and swing from vines
or touch the sky
but i am simply stuck
on this tiny earth
hoping for something
extraordinary
i am having a terribly bad day so i'll probably poem spam
shelly May 2015
i felt fragments of you on my sheets that night
from when you broke apart and spilled your life
like a book with its pages torn
but what you don't realize is
that a torn book is still a book worth reading
shelly Apr 2015
can i trust myself with my thoughts and concerns
like trusting a baby with a young puppy alone
but when i sit in silence and you cross my mind
i destroy myself with harsh thoughts and words
like a war with myself featuring bullets and cannons
and i may seem happy but when i am alone
i think of nothing but destruction around
shelly Apr 2015
i stick to the walls and people around me
like they are covered in glue and i am a fly
i spin out of control, hoping to grasp on to something real
and maybe one day i'll be washed of my sins
and be with my thoughts and stick to myself
this has no meaning nor makes sense but again, i'm posting it anyways so enjoy.
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