#diary poems on Hello Poetry

Francis Rowell Aug 2017

“And to his surprise, there were butterflies coming out of his mouth.”

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Quite literally, nothing is literal. Everything is a grain of salt in itself, and therefore no matter what we do or say or read or hear or exist, we all die of sodium poisoning. Is that a possible thing to do? Can we live, breathe, exist even if we ourselves are but a single grain of salt to be taken with other infinite grains of salt? Can a grain of salt itself die in general, let alone die of sodium poisoning?

Ah, sand, then? No, that can’t be any better. What about sugar? Absolutely not. What is everything, then, if not a grain of salt to be taken with another grain of salt, and another, and another?

An extended metaphor, maybe. How many grains of salt does it even take to create an extended metaphor, though? How does one measure such a strange volume? Would the measurements even be cubic? Volume? Area? What does an extended metaphor look like? A paragraph, I suppose, so that would be area. But how big would this paragraph be? Average? How big is the average paragraph, and how would anyone ever count the endless amount of paragraphs being written everywhere and everywhen? Further research is required.

I find myself wishing much more than I ever have, or ever should, that there existed any kind of salt-to-paragraphs conversion chart.

If I could, I would. But I can't, and never will. "Que sera sera," Said I, with my head hanging and my eyes holding back a storm. "Que sera sera."

#madness #mythoughts #thoughts #mad #crazy #insane #journal #diary #salt #sorry

kalopsia Aug 2017

deer diary #1

"One night it was just him and me driving through the city. The lights were flashing shadows inside the car and he was smiling while driving. His hair was blonde, again. I told him not to change them often. He just chuckles. His eyelashes protruding and curly like small waves. He looks so beautiful. Huge buildings, lamp posts and tall street lights were surrounding us. There were neon light boards sign on some old bars who plays country or some old music i can't remember. There were people who were strolling down the street in their heavy coats arms clinging to another person by their side. It was never a quiet night here but recently it became somehow. He hated heights so much but he liked city lights and buildings. And i couldn't love him more. When he was in Korea, he sent me a cute love letter, his hand writing was a mess but i thought it was the most perfect one ever. He called every night and asked what I like. I always tell him the same thing for the past 3 years, "I just want you. Nothing more, nothing less." He just chuckles and i know he was blushing. But he still comes home with something for me. He's nice and kind and perfect. He takes my breath-away and i love him so much. He's my favorite painting. He's a masterpiece. He loves coffee too much, i just hope caffeine doesn't eat his system. He liked mornings and evenings. Life was better with his smile shining like the blazing sun and his sleepy voice telling me to go to sleep every night. He liked playing soccer alot. He likes his coffee bitter but his heart was pure and his smiles were sweet. He is very appreciative and generous and I couldn't thank the gods above for this wonderful human right here. He's my sweetest favorite serendipity and i thank him for our unexpected redamancy."

okay so i wrote this on my livejournal last april 29, 2016. you can check some of my writings there (tho its so few) kingdeerhan.livejournal.com

#luhan #deer #diary #love #romance #him #he #prose #spilled #ink

f Jul 2017

Again

I used to have a diary that I named 'Tina' because somebody told me that it made writing easier. As a way to get me to journal.. ?
Dear Tina,
I feel so incapable and small. I feel like **** for all of my short comings. But more than that, I feel like **** for the **** I've had to go through. I hate how as I feel every feeling and especially when it gets bad, my mind instantly goes to the logical side of things. "You're feeling this way as a result of not taking your medication. You're feeling this way because of experiences you had as a child, and that's completely normal." And I list all of the reasons why I feel the way I feel. Why the **** do I have to make logical sense out of how I feel and not just simply let myself feel?
And none of this matters at all. Because at the end of the day it's still going to hurt, and I'm never going to forget my childhood. And I don't know HOW to move on.
And then there are the good days and feelings of euphoria where I feel the pain and I am able to address it without letting it consume me. I know it's there, but there's so much more than pain. Thank god for the times where I'm actually really happy.
But tonight I feel like ****. And I miss my mom. And I even miss the house with ciggarettes in the flower pots. I just really wish I could hug my mom again one last time. And feel her heart beat against mine again. I wish I could have said goodbye. I'll never have that closure. And I'll never have a do-over.
I only hope to be a better person than I am today, and keep on growing. I hope to be kind and compassionate even when I've grown to be so cynical. I hope to never stop finding the sky beautiful and majestic, or the wind soothing.
And I hope to always be worthy of the love those closest to me give me. Because that really is what keeps me going when it comes down to it.
Those that love me make it all worth it.

7 - 22 - 17

#diary #depression #child #medicated #death #love #worth #it

Malak S Jul 2017

Dear Diary,

The words seem foreign in my mouth,
My tongue unable to distinguish the taste
I've been meaning to write to you, to update about all darkness that is beginning to settle within me.
My mind has returned to a maze. One that seams unsolvable.
I'd ask you for a way out but I know that these solutions are never served on a platter.
I'm afraid that sooner or later, the darkness will eat me whole, and nothing will be left of me, not even the words that I've been dying to say
I'm disappointed to say, that I'm unsure as to whether the words can form a sentence worth moving you or him or her.
It's sad to see that another love was left to burn out, it's fire once a sun, has now dimmed into nothing but a speck of ash or dust.
Until next time,
When words can form something..more

#letter #diary #girl #world #universe

Simone Jul 2017

July 3, 2017 - 12:18 am.

And sometimes it feels like I make so much effort for something that doesn't even know how much it costs me.

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I shouldn't expect anything back.

A diary entry with a thought.

#diary #entry

fae Jun 2017

6/7

i got a man.
we’ve been together since we’re 16.
we’re now 23.
so we’ve gone through 6.
about to go 7.
i like compliments.
he hardly gives compliments.
i like to talk.
he hardly knows how to let his feeling shows.
i like the simple things.
sometimes the simplest is the hardest for him.
i like to do things.
he likes to do nothing.
i like to spend my time.
he likes to waste his.
i like it when we’re in sync.
i hate it when he doesn’t listen.
i like it when we’re close.
i hate it when he doesn’t notice the miles come.
he knows i’m far away from home.
so i see nothing but a wasted moan.

#diary

Ramsha May 2017

|| Mind Set ||

There will be a day when you make up your mind to do things you never expected.
There will be a day when you look back at your past and not regret..
There will be a day when you decide to leave and let go...

That will be 'One Day'........
Why not make it today?
Decide what you want not what others want from 'You'......

#mind #soul #you #me #we #her #and #him #diary

Idiot May 2017

Diary

Do
I t
And
Read the
Yesterday.

The head of each line spells "DIARY".

#diary #yesterday

Kelly Weaver May 2017

Dear Diary,

Dear Diary, today is a new day
I waited for all the rain clouds to go away
Things may be looking up from here
I hope I'm not being too hopeful
Dear Diary, I didn't eat today
Not because of self image but rather my stomach's in frayed
Knots and I can't seem to keep anything down
Except the kind words of those who are around
Dear Diary, I couldn't sleep last night though I felt so tired
And that made it so hard to get up in the morning it felt like my
Shoulders were being held down by rain clouds
I wish I could fight this feeling somehow
Dear Diary, people keep asking if I'm okay which I
Don't understand but either way I say
Yes I'm okay, just a little blue
But at night it feels like my mind's split I two
Dear Diary, I cried ten times today
But my parents aren't asking me if I'm okay
I come home each afternoon and lay in my bed until my brain sings a different tune,
Dear Diary, I saw my doctor today
She FINALLY asked me if I was okay and I didn't
Know how to respond because honestly I didn't know on my own,
Dear Diary, I didn't wanna get up today
So I stayed in bed and it was there that I laid
And doodled on my arm with a razor blade until
Every foul thought slowly faded away,
Dear Diary, my parents have noticed my arms
But they didn't seem even remotely alarmed as I
Stayed in bed once more then I added on another four,
Dear Diary, I often wish I was dead because there
Are thoughts screaming at me in my head and I'm
Trapped in this cold body I'm in while I
Waste away as the walls slowly spin
DEAR DIARY, THEY PUMPED MY STOMACH TODAY
AND AFTER HOURS OF AGONY I WISH I HAD STAYED
HOME ONE MORE DAY SO ID HAVE MORE TIME
SO WHEN MY PARENTS CAME HOME THEY'D HAVE ONLY MY BODY TO FIND,
DEAR DIARY, I CAN'T GO ON THIS WAY,
EVERY DAY AFTER DAY IS FILLED WITH PAIN AND I'M
TRAPPED WITH THORNS AROUND MY THROAT BUT
I CANT BRING MYSELF TO BRING THEM UP CLOSE,
Dear Diary, today is a new day
I waited for all the rain clouds to go away
Things may be looking up from here
I hope I'm not being too hopeful.

#depression #selfharm #suicide #razors #pills #sad #diary

Mahnoor Kamran May 2017

My Pen

My pen weeps;
It weeps everyday,
upon the rugged pages of my diary.
A rainbow of tears.

The blue ink sets free
Dark shadows
Looming in my soul.
Deep;
Amidst the hollow wasteland of my thoughts.
They take me
To the nooks and crevices
Of my past.
A yesterday,
So beautiful, So far away,
Yet
unreal.

The red ink,
It paints;
Swollen memories,
That refuse to
Let go of my grasp.
Buried deep within
Yet
alive.

And Indigo;
That sketches,
The abysmal dreams.
That scar my mind,
When the world Is snoring,
In it's beauty sleep.
As i slowly slip,
Into a wilderness.
A madness,
Exhausting
Yet
Infinite.

My words;
Rain upon the blank pages,
With a ink
so melancholic,
It seems like the tears,
Would never dry off.
Yet
they do.

Just like the colours
In my life.
Slipping away,
into pages.

How the cage
of my body,
Confines a heart;
Suffocated
Starved
That sings like a canary,
Woeful ballads Of freedom.
That begs to stretch,
It's wings.
And taste the dew
Of morning,
Lying upon the half awake
Bud.
A charming
melody,
it weeps everyday.*
Just like my p e n.

My diary knows my sorrows the best.

#diary #sorrowals #life #dreams #memories #love #pain