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Ma Cherie Jul 2016
Fan whirring
shirt shifting
cat purring
soul lifting

Guitar strumming
figs and cheese
night coming
more
....... please

I am clueless....
writing poetry?

Cherie Nolan © 2016
.....?
repressi0n Jul 2016
15 minutes felt like 6 months
Do you know that?
Laying on bed, dark room
Sound of music from the radio
Rainy weather, dry throat
Huge sweater, fetal position
15 minutes felt like 6 months
Do you know that?
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to say
Don't know what to find
Looking forward to nothing
15 minutes felt like 6 months
Simple sky in my head
No sun, just clouds
Will rain, will rain
No sunshine, no sunshine
Heart beats last lifetime
No complex thoughts of tomorrow
Just teardrops of yesterday
15 minutes felt like 6 months
Do you know that?
Don't know if wasting
Don't know but enjoying
I'm suffering from colds, and I feel very sick. I wrote this on my phone while lying down in a fetal position. It is so cold outside and i am trying to warm myself. Just scrolling on random websites, looking at pictures and reading articles. Suddenly i realized 15 minutes felt like forever. I think it's how it is. When you don't really know what to do with life, you have no current goals, everything is so slow. It gives you so much time to absorb life. Eventhough you dont really want to. Also, because time is this slow now, you tend to waste it. But tomorrow, you'll be begging for it. Life is complicated.
Every once in awhile
I can’t help
But feeling
Completely clueless

How do people see me
When I’m alone
What do I look like
Being asked to move
Knowing no one
Dosen’t help
As they all assume
I’m all alone

I feel clueless
When I don’t know what they’re saying
But I don’t ask for clarification
In fear of those patronizing looks and smiles

I am clueless
When it comes to the real world
I haven’t had enough experience
Perhaps I didn’t pay attention
When I really should have

I don’t understand
What people are going through
I don’t see the signs
That show
The fears and troubles
They are trying to fix
I just stand there
Blind
Thinking all is right
When all is wrong

I stand there
Thinking how great my life is
I don’t have big troubles
School, grades
Thats it

Still clueless
Still oblivious
I doubt I’ll learn.
A Feb 2016
The moment I think about you
I go to another world
A world where you love me too
And where I can never be hurt

The truth is I don't know what to say
My mind goes completely blank
I have never in my life lost my way
But my heart with your love simply sank

If letting go was a choice
Then I definitely would
But I can't control the strong voice
That's telling me I never should

I have no clue
On how I should let you go
What is it that you do?
That's making me love you so...

Maybe loving you isn't a mistake
Maybe I can close my eyes and smile
Maybe in your presence my heart wouldn't break
Maybe I can just dream for a while...

I sometimes wonder if you feel the same
I wonder if you think of me
I sometimes wonder if you silently call my name
I wonder if you'll ever see...

In the beginning I thought it was fake
I didn't think I'd go this far
I thought it was just a mistake
Now I can't stop wondering where you are

The question is do you care?
Do you even know?
Will you always be there?
Will you ever let me go?

If for any reason I cried
Would you take all the pain away?
If for any reason you lied
Would I still want you to stay?

My love for you is way too strong
For me to simply forget
Some people might think it's wrong
But your love is the one thing I can't regret.
Tab Jan 2016
Ripping poetry books up
Eating yellow paint hoping to lighten up
Nothing is making sense
Do you understand this poem?
Ripping the filters off cigarettes
Saving flowers from an old lover
Strung out on nothing
I don't even understand this poem
It's pointless
Just like you and I
Nirvana Dec 2015
IDK
I don't know what hurts the most
the person
or their memories
their love
or their absence
their care
or the fact that no more they care!
Clueless and confused
But all I know is YOU!
If you could see us now,
huddled up
on this bathroom floor
like the wet towel in the corner,
a most-likely-used toilet brush
covered in
ash & hair
is the next closest thing
in arm's reach
to a real statement.

You want to know what it's about?
You do not
want to know what it's about.

To dunk those
pearly whiteheads
in oil and expect
a brighter shine
would just be silly.

Take the bedazzlings from
their feet
and what is left to judge
that which they do not
want to know?
for all the donors & gatekeepers
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2015
Sorry witches weird
Ayn Rand was sociopath
Welcome to Hellfire
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