#habits poems on Hello Poetry

Anna Mosca Jun 2016

Presence

it is so
that every morning
I go about pressing the foot
on the same path that’s how

habits are formed good ones

I’ve learned in between

steps to make treasure of
observation new revelations
as they come blossom

in presence

This poems belongs to the collection of the California Notebooks 01

www.annamosca.com

#life #beauty #path #walking #spirituality #morning #habits #presence #anna #mosca

orangeoreos Jun 2016

Bad Habit

Your breath is my smoke
Smoke that penetrates with relief that lingers

Your kisses are my alcohol
As each kiss covers my lips with the taste of your desire,
I crave for more

Your touch is the drug in me
With gentle hands that explores my vulnerabilities,
Your passion that allows my spirit to break free,
And your sweetest sin that takes my sanity

They say you're my bad habit,
That I should quit you.

Oh how I Wish I Knew How to Quit You.

recently watched Brokeback Mountain.
that line crushed me. -_- :(

#habits #vices

Lex May 2016

As Long As You Notice

I want you to understand
that I turn everything that matters to me
into an item of personification
I want to scream to you that
when I see your hands stretched out of the car window,
I need to capture that exact moment and
turn the contrast bar all the way up
I thank whatever is above us that you can't feel the way my heart beats
and that I can't ever express it correctly
****, I'd love for you to be able to feel things
Just as deeply as me and
the knots in my stomach are a constant reminder
of the *** holes in the road
As if they are screaming at us
as we drive over them
I hear them all night long, however,
I cant seem to focus on anything but the *******
contrast bar

I see you in yellow and blue

#love #feelings #pictures #night #driving #personification #camera #habits #contrast

Cynthia Jean May 2016

Perrenial........dew

The peace of God
flows
through the channel of trust

the elevator of thanksgiving
helps us
rise above
our life's circumstances

create a revolution in your life

as trust and thanksgiving
become
perrenial habits.....

cj 2016

written a while ago

#trust #peace #god #of #revolution #rise #habits #above #thanksgiving #perrenial

Brent Kincaid Apr 2016

ORDINARY LIFE

Hot dogs get chili
Burgers get mustard
Porterhouse gets steak sauce
At least the last I heard.
French fries don’t get vinegar
That’s totally absurd
French fries get ketchup
At least the last I heard.

Toilet paper rolls off the top
Toilet seats need to be up.
Tea is iced and in a glass
Coffee should be in a cup.
Tuna casserole is not for men,
We need meat and potatoes.
We only like marinara sauce
Instead of raw sliced tomatoes.

Salads are lettuce and dressing
Especially of the cheesy kind.
Eggplant is all plant and no egg
And tastes like watermelon rind.
Finger sandwiches are a waste
Especially those with watercress.
Cold borsht served in flat bowls
Is not much more than a mess.

Sushi is nothing else but
Some overdressed hunks of bait.
Pork bellies are pudgy bacon
And deserve a better fate.
Sweet breads are neither;
Sweet nor are they bread.
Steak tartar is just raw meat
And should be cooked instead.

Brunch is a truly silly word
One needs make up the mind.
Either have lunch or breakfast.
I don’t mean to be unkind.
We can be a confusing culture;
Combining things so badly.
Give me the basics, nothing more,
And I will go imbibe quite gladly.

#poetry #mundane #normal #american #habits #plain #ordinary #brent #kincaid #non-fancy

Ana S Apr 2016

How I deal

The way I deal with my problems.
It isn't the best way.
Sneaking out to get the things I need.
Coming back high and unable to think right.
Yeah the street lights are blurs.
It's how I deal with losing her.

The way I deal with my problems.
Isn't always the right way.
I get in fights a lot.
The pills make me manic.
I no longer take the ones that calm me.
Instead I chose to stay up high.
Until I crash real low.
That's how I deal with losing her.

#drugs #depressed #loss #her #girls #bipolar #coping #habits

Rotten Meat Apr 2016

I'm Not Sure

I cry full in tears tonight
Lost, not knowing what's going on
I want to rewind
I want to just start over

Why am I who I am now?
That month in 7th grade,
Changed who I really was, completely
This is what I've become

I don't want to be here anymore
My cover is ruined
Can it just be the end of the story?
This is like a never ending book

As I lie down on my bed
I held the pills in my hands
15 of them,
My hands began to tremble

I put the pills back
And held onto 'his' jacket
He let's me have it for a couple of days
I find comfort, when he's not around

I tell myself: Everything is gonna be alright
But no, it's not
Nothing is going to be the same
Can I just disappear for a while?

I don't know what to do
Feel so lost
Insecure
Never felt this in a while

Its another new day
Forget it
He'll be there for you
Just forget what has happened

I've swallowed the pain for 6 years
Not telling anyone about it
Not asking for help
Just kept it silent

So I can move on from this
I'll be alright
But I know I won't be the same
I'll be changing again

Still, as I sit here in the classroom
Wearing 'his' jacket
I don't know what to do
I just don't want to go home

I feel safe around him
He gives me comfort
I wish I could be next to him tonight
I wish I could

Just breathe, you're gonna be alright
He's there for me, always
I trust him
I'll be alright

Still, as I go about my day
I can't stop thinking about what happened
I don't want to go home
Don't feel safe there anymore

My overreacting thoughts
Eased as I think about him
Not a day he's not on my mind
Today, I find comfort,

as his arms wrap around me

#life #depressed #lost #help #insecure #comfort #struggle #habits #mistakes #overdose

Anna - Apr 2016

the day

the day i lost my innocence
the day it all changed
the day i took a blade to my wrist
and watched my blood drain

i didn't know it then
but i started a deadly habit;
one that would keep me up at night,
reign over me like a queen and put up a fight

i have not yet broken this habit
and maybe never will
but as long as it doesn't **** me
i think I'll keep the thrill

#depression #habits

Dencio Apr 2016

Bad habits

I have this bad habit of biting my nails whenever I'm nervous. I didn't seem to grew out of it when I was a kid. And to me that kinda **** cause you can tell straight away that I'm not doing okay, You would be there by my side calming me down telling me all this nice words just to soothe me. For as long as I can remember whenever I get nervous you would be at my side instantly.

But one day I was trembling and I looked for you but you were no near my side, I started biting my nails until one of them started to bleed, I had remembered that you were no longer by my side anymore. So I stopped biting my nails.

#sad #personal #realization #acceptance #habits

Ry Elle Mar 2016

Temporary Tendency

Why are we so quick
to refer to a story we've read
or heard,
in past tense?
As if just because we're done with it, it no longer exists

#breakup #humans #habits #temporary