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  Dec 2017 han
Jon Sawyer
Poetry is for those who write it,
not for those who read it.
28 December 2017 - How I feel about poetry.

Short edit: I've invoked a bit of controversy over this poem, and that is a good thing in the grand scheme of things. I just wanted to clarify an important point, however. This poem is not intended convey that poetry is not at all for the reader. I only mean to express that the writer is in the unique position of having written the poem, but there are many readers. I tend to write poetry for myself, but I'm happy if readers share in my poetry.
  Dec 2017 han
Katie Solomon
The moster underneath my bed,
She comes to me nightly,
Gently plants her arcane kiss of fear,
Upon my pacing heart -
Her name is anxiety; she's with me again.
Oh why won't she just leave me alone?
I beg her to go, but instead -
She sentences my mind, to the darkest punishment.
An ongoing cycle of panic -
She consumes my rationality
She paralyses me, with terror.
I'm trapped in my own body
I lay restless.
Leave me alone.
Please go away.
Please go away anxiety.
She doesn't listen to my pleading.
What if you die in your sleep?
Did you google these symptoms yet?
She asks,
You're dying.
han Dec 2017
Your lack
of appreciation
for my poetry
and favorite songs
says everything
this art is what I am
if my soul has a language
this is it
if you can’t speak it
I don’t want you
December 27th~han
han Dec 2017
Every now and then
I stop my mind
for a moment
and let myself feel
exactly what I’m feeling
I let my heart
be in charge
&
What I find
is almost scary
I realize
maybe
this isn’t
the reality
I want
December 27th~han
han Dec 2017
All this time
You tried to knock me
off my feet
Onto my knees
but you only taught me
how to stand
and rise again
against you

All this time
You tried to silence
my voice
and my power
but you only showed me
how powerful my voice is

All this time you tried to
brainwash me
with your words
but you’ve made me
a forward independent thinker
because I know your tactics

All this time
you’ve wrecked my life
burned my bridges
tore apart my home
meanwhile
I was getting stronger
rising from the ashes

After all this time
I’ve realized
You don’t hate me
You’re afraid of me
and of what I’ve become
It’s been a rough year, but I can feel a revolution coming on. Trying to take triump in tribulation:)
December 25th~han
han Dec 2017
You don’t understand
Why I care so much
You don’t understand
Why I’m so anxious
You don’t understand
My stress
My heartache
You just don’t quite get how
Your silence hurts
You don’t comprehend
My unexplainable sadness
& I think that’s why we’re here
You don’t get me
as much as you try
I am too much
for you to understand
yet I apologize
for being who I am
You don’t get
Why I’m apologizing
& I guess I don’t either
December 14th~han
han Dec 2017
I talk too much
Words spill out
haphazardly
Whereas you don’t
You have little to say
and I take your silence
as not caring
rather than simply lack of words
I talk too much even for the both of us
December 8th~han
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