"I reached my hand out to the night sky"
"And I plucked a star that was shining high."
"I fell asleep on the crescent Moon"
"And fished in a sea of stars singing a lovely tune "
"I woke up and bid good morning to the sun."
"Another day in space"
"It was another day done.."
"Lost in a world that doesn't exist."
"I ball my hands into a mighty fist."
"A fight for existence. A fight for mattering."
"In this battle, bruises and tattering."
"My heart has a goal."
"And its the only one it has."
"I want to live life!"
"And exist, to exist."
"To run away from the past, and exist to exist!"
running away from your past isnt a very smart thing to do but i do it on a daily basis so i cant really talk
"The world couldnt handle her. What makes you think that you?"
"Trapped in the stars and an ocean of blue."
"She calls, she calls, she calls out to you!"
"Hurt, in pain. Mentally that is."
"She sees the end button, yet she fears to press it."
"She wants to be free, and this is only way she knows how."
"Somebody, somebody please stop her" now!
"Oh, she's too far gone."
"Her life she threw away."
"Some might say.."
"But truly now she feels free."
"She's finally with the Stars and the Moon."
"Now finally at peace..."
"she sees the end button, yet she fears to press it."
something to make me feel.
pop a pill and then this world feels so surreal.
smoke a bowl,
and my problems are gone with the smoke.
give me something strong
something that will make me choke.
my life is a joke.
and I'm trynna get through it,
but i can only depend on substances that are therapeutic.
How can you not feel alive?
It seems as though i feel that way all the time.
Not Dead inside. Far from dead inside.
More Hazy or ignorantly blind.
Feeling as if you don't exist, and not many people seem to mind.
But maybe because these are the feelings i hide.
Yes, these are the feelings i hide.
uhhhive just started writing poems again so go easy please! id really like only constructive criticism
man she angers me so
she wonders why i say ill "get up and go"
its pretty obvious
though she cant see
i hate being here
i hate being me
this poem is about a woman i hate
what does love feel like?
is it warm and welcoming
or is it ice cold to the touch
does it have a taste?
does it taste like your first lick of ice cream and a blistering hot summer's day
or is it as sour as a baby tasting a lemon for the very first time
does it make you shy and flustered
or sad and miserable
are all these feelings still happy ones ?
all these questions i do not have an answer too
for i have never felt the sensation of love
and never will
for i am someone who love disregards every time we walk past each other
like perfect strangers, it ignores me
and when i feel like love is coming closer onto my grasp
it grabs me tightly by my shoulders
and embraces me as if ill fall when it lets go
then at my most vulnerable and at the times i feel the safest ive ever felt
it grabs its infamous jagged dagger
and pierces it through my glass heart and lets go
leaving me to fall in my void of loneliness and heartache once more
and laughing at my meek, and pathetic life
then leaving as my heart shatters into a million little pieces that not even the most talented of artists mend
i reaally like this one honestly im proud of myself personally i wrote this when i had just woken up too
In her ultimate for as a human being.
Her skin unclothed.
The soft wind passing against it.
Her body shivered.
Her mind dull.
Have you ever seen a mind of only black and white?
Air flowing through her nostrils.
Air passing back out.
She looked around.
She felt simply human
i really like this one, for me it seems to tell a story about a lost girl whose alone in this beautiful place, though i dont exactly know where lol. but she isnt scared shes just there, know?
im just a ball of pessimism
all my hopes and dreams are that of imaginative things
it inevitable isnt it?
for me to be the way i am
i was born innocent
but the life ive lived has made me this way
i know its not okay
but i cant help it
all of my pain and sorrow are yours to borrow
if you promise to keep it
forever and tomorrow
please hold my sorrow
for i no longer can.
"Plastic surrounds me"
"It makes me feel fake"
"I mean, everyone is artificial for goodness sake!"
"There bodies aren't natural"
"So isn't their minds"
"They live life in this plastic world"
"Yet I'm slowly falling behind"
"Behind the curtains they put on their plastic faces"
"And spend another day in this plastic life"
"Everything and one oh so fake"
"Its as if nothing really exists at all"
"Maybe its the plastic society we live in"
"Its sad we as humans have come to this"
"To where everything is plastic"
"Everything is fake"
"Nothing is real"
Nothing truly exists
ouuuu oh so dramatic arent i?
"Feel free to abduct me!"
"And take me to a different place"
"I was born in the wrong world!!!"
"A world of people who call me crazy.."
"A world of greed, a world of pain."
"But I bet other planets are the same.."
,"I know I can never truly leave the pain and greed.."_
"So don't drop me off on a planet full of different species."
"Drop me off in the middle of space."
"And let me float, finally free."
"Violence is the beat of her soul,"
"Her lips redder than the blood of a cut."
"Her eyes had no shine, unlike the stars in the sky.."
"She was losing her red color."
"Her cheeks no longer a bright crimson red."
"Her hand cold, so was the rest of her body."
"The girl laid there"."
"Looking into nothing."
aaaa this one is kinda bad
"She could see everything that was Divine"
"Everything like space and time"
"Her body made of galaxies"
"Her eyes dripping with stardust"
"Her mind was many Suns"
"Her heart was black holes."
"Cold like space"
"And deadly like the words she spoke."
"Her name, was everything."
"And she was Divine.."
oh so much space
"She didn't care about what they said"
"Her eyes sparkled as she laid in bed."
"Her heart wasn't hurt by their words"
"Her heart wasn't hurt by their actions"
"Her eyes remained dry."
"Her heart didn't let her cry."
"Her soul didn't let her die"
"She had grown numb to it"
"Numb to people"
"Numb to the words"
"Numb to the world."
this one is mostly abt me, though its not very true since im a huge crybaby. im pretty sure that all of my poems are about me in some way, shape, or form.
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