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 Dec 2014 Kyle Dickey
KiingRie
Its  like any other day
I get up and brush my hair like any other day
I put on my bravest face  here I go
I enter the school, oh look here come my friends
The ones I thought I could trust to the very end
They smile in my face like nothing's wrong
But Im the one sitting there
Pure and strong when their faces long
When there hearts are broken because their boyfriends played
Them like games with tokens why aren't they true with me
Why can't they tell me?!?!
Why arent they there when I want my life to end I go home
Everyday crying my eyes out because I'm getting hurt left and right
Day & Night
But Hey!
Lucky me Every other day I'm happy like I just hit the lottery!!
I'm just writing how I feel sometimes not all the time I have a family who loves me and friends too don't feel bad
You reflect in befuddled wonder
is it the time to be happy or morose
when is reached that page of calendar
where the year comes to a close.

There isn't much you could do about it
there isn't much you could hold
you tried though your every bit
not all pages were written in gold.

It's enough if you remained fit and agile
it's enough if you got a few smiles
it's enough if you could travel all the miles
you stumbled but walked all the while.

It's enough if you hid some of your pain
your bleeding you kept to yourself
it's enough if once without thinking of gain
you offered a stranger your help.

Little you could do to change the events' course
but you tried and it matters no less
it's enough if you've used your little resource
to make this world a better place.
our little good deeds would be enough to save this world from sinking.
a repost.
A Happy New Year to all fellow poets on hp.
 Dec 2014 Kyle Dickey
Bella Anima
I dont want to cry
    
   Dont want to cry

              Want to cry

                          To cry

                                Cry.
Random
 Dec 2014 Kyle Dickey
Erenn
Hollow
 Dec 2014 Kyle Dickey
Erenn
This body depriving me within 
Tints of sorrows conjured up-
In stains of abstinence of pure hollow
I couldn't breathe last night
My blood clogged up by my sins
Impasse on notions of my denial 

These paths lead me to dusk
At dawn I break just to fall again
I tried my best only to be drowned- 
Repetitively in this weir of waste
These eyes have not seen the world
Only norms that understood my roots of pain

I hid in places that no one knew 
Its host brought me to this ecstasy of elation
Only to realized it’s a transient rapture 
Only to torment & torture my desires
I saw my reflection inside these glinting bubbles
Scars of contempt & disgust
Filled my heart with pure dejection

**Is this what I’m left with?
Will tonight be my time?
Will I be free incessantly?
Are we all really free?
Choose before you lose,
Your mind.
 Dec 2014 Kyle Dickey
Anonymous
You never really notice
How big your tiny bed is
Or how little space you take up
As you try to fill the emptiness next to you
Until you're craving somebody to fill the space for you.

And then you realize:
Only that person can.



                                                                                                                    (w.n.)
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