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Kalliope Jun 3
Who will I be today?
How will I feel?
There's one thing I want,
one feeling so real
Yet I won't have it, I'll sit back and yearn
That light I keep grabbing-
I don't really deserve
But I'll think of him-
when I eat ice cream,
stuck to the roof of my mouth
like peanutbutter
When I'm standing alone
in the eyrie of crows,
flashlight in hand without a lover
I'll think of him-
when I make a bold joke, no one else gets it but I know that he'd choke
And that laugh-
I could never forget
My favorite performance prize
that I'll ever get
But I won't.
No, not anymore
Now my days are silent
with with a little more
chaos to my lore
Every morning I remind myself we don't work,
Your memory spends all day convincing me otherwise
Kalliope Jun 2
A vivid imagination
is good for the soul
It makes you funny,
makes you feel whole
Ideas on ideas
minute after minute,
Make believe so real
you feel like you're in it
Until the negative thoughts consume the plot
Imagining the worst, more often than not
Henryk Jun 2
These thoughts we have that swirl around in our head,

Sometimes all they do is hurt us instead.

All I want to do is embrace you in my arms, but I must say I find it hard. 

Perhaps in another time, in another life we should, be everything that I know we could.

I know how you feel, I feel it too.
But what your partner think of you.

This is written with love because you know I care
Please tell me what I should do, because I know it's not fair.
Henryk Jun 1
A mother sees her son crying:

Mother: "My son, why are you crying".

Son: "mother I am in pain".

Mother: "Where does it hurt and I shall make it better".

The son points to his heart

Mother: "Oh my sweet boy. The only way to heal that which ails you is to confront that which you fear".

The son stares into the sky

Son: "Why...why, why must I feel this way"

Mother: "Because we are human, we laugh, we cry, we love. Sometimes it's not about the "how" you feel but the "why".

Son: "Mother, does the pain ever go away?"

Mother: " Of course it does, you have nothing to fear because everything will be alright in the end and if everything is not alright.......then it is not yet the end".

Son: "Mother, how did you overcome that which you feared?"

Mother: "Well that's simple. I met your father and we stepped into the unknown together. He said with something unsaid on both ends surely we know the difference" .

Son: " I understand now. It is not the "why" I must focus on but the "how" to move forward".

Mother: "One day you will find your reason to keep moving forward and it will surprise you in ways you could never imagine".
Kalliope Jun 1
She lived her life like this-since she was fourteen,
Could never tell reality from her daydreams
Until she met disappointment,
that's a good tell,
This isn't wonderland Alice-
its your personal hell
And you can blame bad luck, **** cards, the wrong genes,
At the end of the day
these are YOUR seams.
This is real life,
stitches need upkeep
yet you're so surprised
its not like in your sleep-
where you're adventurous,
mouthy, and tall
Not this anxious ball of anger,
tremendously scared to fall.
Fear is ever controlling when you let ot grow past the make believe
Christina O May 23
Another year older,
Another month tugging at the heartstrings.
So many emotions.
Happy, worried, sad, anxious, and happy again.
Everyday a toss of the cards.
I avoided the storms,
Wished upon a few stars,
And prayed to God with all might.  
I watched the movie screen and cried at the scenes.
Missed a few people who have gone on,
And looked back at the last few decades.
My life isn’t perfect.
But why would I want it to be.
At least I’m still here.
Just a poem about May, my birthday month. Another decade older. This month has been so full. Holidays, my birthday, storms in my state, and a movie meaning a lot of me being released in theaters.
Alex May 23
I smell the smoke before i can see it,
I feel the rod before it breaks. I burn the cake before it bakes.
that's what it is to me.

I split you off before you leave
I **** myself before i die. I leave before you say goodbye.
that's what it is to me.
Kalliope May 23
Wash your hair
Pretend to care
Sit and stare
That feelings there
Fight or flight
Stay up all night
Mariah Apr 21
My, my, my
If there aren't times
I sure despise
Finding myself outside
。⁠:゚✧       ☆      ✧:。
Shame, shame, shame
  That at the end of each
Of every day
The wind is hoarse
From howling out my name
miy Apr 5
day by day
i try to walk away.  
it chases me while i’m trying to forget.
it’s not someone, it’s something.  
feeling like i’m lost, feeling that i don’t have a say.
day by day.
i try to stay away,
stay away from the thoughts.
i don’t wanna betray myself.
trying to rely on myself.
day by day.
i just accept my fate.
is it truly mine to take?
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