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eunoia May 2016
people may scoff at your interests,
tell you it's a stupid,
waste of time.

you're not popular;
the popular kids play those games
those games you're not interested in.

but it doesn't matter
your interest makes you happy

it saved your life,
when you felt like falling into the pit of depression,
it was there,
almost lovingly.

they made their comeback,
and now it's time
for you to make yours.

and if you fall,
it'll always be there to save you,
like it always had.

because nothing is more important,
than your happiness.
I've been gone for 5 months; I'm sorry.
Isn't there something that you enjoy, but no one else appreciates? They laugh, tell you it's a waste of time, and tell you to play their game of lies instead.
But don't listen to them; if that thing makes you happy, stick with it.
Nothing is more important than your happiness.
eunoia Dec 2015
60, 59,
the countdown has begun;
55, 54,
2015 was anything but fun.
50, 49,
alone on New Years Eve, as usual;
45, 44,
my desire to be loved; immovable.
40, 39,
i've had countless brushes with death
35, 34,
and it's like feelings of nostalgia are ****** in with every breath.
30, 29,
no family present on this miserable day,
25, 24,
all alone; make way as the unloved fade away.
20, 19,
i hope next year will be better;
15, 14,
that is, if i last until then.
10, 9,
i suppose it's crazy that in a few seconds,
something 365 days long,
will be over
5, 4,
oh please don't let this be the end...
3,
2,
1,
...
i am alive.
*happy new year
Since no one was there for me on this New Years Eve, I decided to get my laptop and type down every thought that crossed my mind during the countdown, then turned those thoughts into a poem.
Happy New Years, and I hope everyone has a wonderful 2016.
eunoia Dec 2015
shortly, this book will be slammed shut;
and i simply cannot wait
for this dreadful tale
to be brought to an end.

hopefully,
somewhere in this vast library of life,
a new book will open!
and i will soon see the light;

because Christmas time has come and gone
and so have my old tears,
but now it's finally time to say goodbye,
and hello to the new year.
"new year, new me"
i've gone through so much this year... i'm thankful that i am still alive.
eunoia Nov 2015
theres that one place we all know,
where when we step inside,
all our memories flood back to us,
whether we like it or not.

as the slow, soft music hits me,
and the ambience and candles light up the atmosphere,
i feel a strange sort of déjà vu
not knowing if i've been here before or not.

the sound of couples dining all around me,
kind of makes me sad.
as i have this feeling that i've had my chance before,
but its slipped away.

im writing this on the spot,
as i know this feeling won't last,
because when i walk away from this place,
that feeling of déjà vu will have past.
eunoia Nov 2015
music plays,
crowds cheer,

guns fire,
people scream.

couples dine,
everyone relaxes,

buildings are burning,
smoke fills the air.

the once bright tower,
is now dark as night,
as innocents are murdered;
is this right?

all we can do now is,
give our condolences,
aid the injured,
and pray for the living.
pray for paris.
eunoia Nov 2015
"why do you write poems?
maybe you feel an emotional connection with it,
or maybe,
you don't care at all.

maybe you don't feel anything while writing;
maybe you feel confused, irritated;

maybe all you want to do is destroy someone's life and laugh in the face of danger,
maybe you just want to jump out the window,
and **** yourself.

however,
your choices right now
will impact your future
maybe you won't even have a future,

so take care of yourself.

because no matter what happens,
you'll be alright
and you'll get through it,
i promise."

but...
promises are made to be broken.
eunoia Nov 2015
hush, child;
don't listen to what the others say,
because the truth of the matter is,
no one hates you more than you do.

when you grow up,
you will, inevitably, hate yourself;
hate your body,
your physical image,
your own personality.

but i'm here to tell you,
here to tell you that it'll be okay,
you'll be okay,
because in reality,
nobody loves you more than i do.

you don't need a boy to comfort you,
because i will be there,
by your side,
always;

when times are dark,
and all hope seems to be lost,
think of me,
and even if i am not alive to comfort you,
my spirit will always be there for you,

because *i love you
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