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Lost 2d
Curled up
As small as
I can

Listening to
The same song
over and over

I close
My eyes
And imagine
Sound waves

I am
Surrounded by
Black black black

And the waves
Mold to my body
Like a blanket
Of noise
And lift
Me up

I’m floating
In the black
The blanket
Heavy and
Draped around
My being

It’s smothering me
but I’m not scared

I let go
And light spirals
Out of my mouth
And eyes
And chest

It pours colors
Streaming like
A light show
In a waterfall

And my lungs
compress into two
Deflated balloons
Their color
****** away
And drifting
Into the
Black
Emptiness doesn’t feel like nothing. It feels like somebody put a vacuum sealer to your mouth and shrank your lungs into tiny wrinkled meat raisins.
How much more broken can I get?
I've been chewed up,
broken down
and crushed into tiny little bits.
the day we met
you planted caterpillars in me.
every time we talked
those caterpillars grew
then cocooned
and eventually
they were butterflies.

i remember they always fluttered around
when i saw you
or heard your voice
or even heard your name.
it was a beautiful feeling, truly.
i felt light.

but those butterflies in my stomach
turned to wasps when you left.

now when i see you
or hear your voice
or even hear your name
those wasps start stinging
my head gets hot
my fists mold into grenades.

i wish you hadnt planted
those caterpillars in me
for everyday i get stung
and its all your fault.
I think about finding you
I think about it every single day
And it kills me to know
That you can move on so easily
That you can find happiness
And that I will just be left in pieces
And I am crushed

Every day
I witness you
Laughing and dancing
When in reality
Nobody knows you at all
And I am crushed

Did those happy smiles
Did the brushing of our hands
Did it mean nothing to you?
I am hurt every day
I am hurt every hour
I am hurt every time
I lay eyes on you
And I am crushed

Although you have pushed me down
I fight to stand up again
For I know
It does not matter how you fall, but rather
It matters how you get back up again
Every day is a struggle
I do not enjoy things I love
And I am crushed

Crushed by the sole of your boot
As if I am nothing more than dirt
Crushed by your hands
As if I am a bothering pest
Crushed by your words
As if I deserve everything that has come my way
And I am crushed

I rise but only to fall
I stand but only to trip
I smile but only to cry
And it all comes back to you
And I am crushed

I am crushed knowing that you know me
You know all my deepest secrets
My darkest times
And still
You have abandoned me
And I am crushed
Kapi Laur Oct 7
"so..what are we?"
fools, i guess
Lost Oct 3
I DON’T WANT ANYTHING
I JUST WANT
TO BE LEFT ALONE

I RESENT THAT YOU CARE

LET ME GO AND
TURN YOUR BACK ON ME
SO I CAN FIND MY PEACE

I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU

BUT IT’S AWFUL HARD
NOT TO GET YOU CAUGHT
IN MY CROSSFIRE OF PAIN

SO LEAVE ME ALONE

YOU’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT WORRYING ABOUT ME

AND I’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT HAVING TO RESTRAIN MY URGES
FOR YOUR SAKE

I COULD FINALLY MELT INTO MY ILLNESS
DRIPPING INTO ONE ANOTHER
UNTIL I’M UNRECOGNIZABLE

LET

ME

GO

PLEASE

YOU’D BEST BE ON YOUR WAY
OFF IN A SEPARATE DIRECTION
TOWARD BETTER THINGS AND PEOPLE

BECAUSE I AM TIRED OF FIGHTING
SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU KNOW
AND I’D LIKE TO REST SOON
Maegan deme Aug 16
I built a prison of paper,
But I willingly let it stand.

To keep my self tethered
To these words only I can understand.

It keeps out the angels,
And keeps my demons in.

So no one can be affected,
From the enemy hidden within.

It's a fortresses built on lies,
with foundations crumbling down.

But I'm happy with being crushed,
As long as you can never frown.
This is something i made talking about how I really only understand the words on the paper and its easier for me to live within them
wishing is dangerous..
if not for you then for me
once i wished for someone
who would save me
and one tipsy little thing
you saved me and then wanished

wishing is dangerous..
at least for me
you know why my wish came true
'cause i was saving all the wishing stars
but ohhh why i cant take my wish back

wishing is dangerous..
such a dangerous thing
but now i would wish
for someone to wish me
even if that would back fire me harsh

wishing is dangerous..
and so ******* wrong
xak Aug 26
they call it a crush, because if the person doesn’t feel the same way

, then you become crushed
Gale L Mccoy Aug 8
cherry pick the ripest fruit
to crush under feet
toss the bruised aside
for another to eat

is it kindness to give
what you dont want
to those who would
gladly have it
or is it sweeter to give
what you do want
to those who would
gladly settle for less

what is the quota
of ripe to rot
that should be given
to whom should the
best parts go
perhaps its not on what
but on how

maybe it doesn't matter
when it turns to wine
in the end

maybe all fruit is better
when shared among friends
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