Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
kaleidoscopickidPoems
they say, **** kid you write so much" i say, "how could i not when my home was stripped off words for so long - so ******* long that my lips cracked like aged paint tearing off walls. and i thought my voice will forever be lost in these desolate rooms that i learned how to scream without having to make a noise." and maybe if they say, **** kid you write so well" i'll reply with a shrug, "maybe for you... but i never thought about it all i know is that i've felt empty for so long - for so ******* long that now i let myself write. write whatever. to fill the empty rooms with new, colorful paint." -n.c.
0
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 8:09 AM UTC
**** kid
they say, **** kid you write so much" i say, "how could i not when my home was stripped off words for so long - so ******* long that my lips cracked like aged paint tearing off walls. and i thought my voice will forever be lost in these desolate rooms that i learned how to scream without having to make a noise." and maybe if they say, **** kid you write so well" i'll reply with a shrug, "maybe for you... but i never thought about it all i know is that i've felt empty for so long - for so ******* long that now i let myself write. write whatever. to fill the empty rooms with new, colorful paint." -n.c.
Just wrote this and didn't even edit it or check for errors. I guess sometimes being impulsive in writing lets us surprise ourselves with what what we truly feel inside.
#poem#poet#poetry#me#compliments#writing#writer#selflove#feeling#howifeel
kaleidoscopickid
Written by
kaleidoscopickid
20/F/Philippines
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 8:09 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem