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cianni 7d
my teeth hurt
needs never met

an unknowing liability
eyes wide at life
and i do care


my feelings hurt
Chris Pea Jul 13
I need to feed
to sate my greed
I need to kiss
the one I miss
I need to cry
but dry I sigh
I need to play
on another day
I need to laugh
also a bath
I need to scream
another bad dream
I need to drive
to keep me alive
I need to read
my soul to feed
I need to create
it's not to late
I need someone
for warmth and fun
I need to live
theres more to give
I need to care
for another out there.
Jordan Ray Jun 27
When you're cold
Am I wrong
For hoping he keeps his jacket on

When you're sad
Am I shallow
For wishing he'd leave you to wallow

When you're tired
Is it spiteful
To hope that he pushes your dreams away

When you feel safe
How wrong am I
To hope that you'd catch someone else in his eye

When you speak
Am I so bad
For wishing he'd turn all your words into ash

When you go to bed
Would it sting
To hope that he can't make you feel a thing

I hope he lies, I hope he cheats
I hope he stumbles when he speaks
I know it's wrong to wish you pain
But sin keeps leaking from my brain

I'm sorry that I'm not sorry
For praying that you drift apart
Because I'm selfish, I'm so selfish
But I need you in my arms

I can't stand to let him make
You feel so loved and feel so safe
I hope that karma stays away
Because I've got nothing good to say

I'm sorry that I'm not sorry
For hoping that you drift apart
Cadmus Jun 22
🖤

Like a child running to his mother in tears,
seeking warmth in her arms,
only to be silenced with a slap.

That is the ache of being let down,
right where you thought safety lived.

⛓️‍💥
Some wounds don’t bleed , they echo in places we thought were safe.
Lord Aconite Apr 8
I,
The unwanted created by a jealous insecure baby
For an insignificant purpose of eternal gratification

I, the unwanted
Created to want and need
Neither of which I have no control over

I’m the unwanted,
Casted and ignore
Forever invisible

I’m the unwanted,
All I want is love and comfort

I,
The wanted
I find the concept scary and unpredictable

I’m the wanted,
I fear everyday would be the last

I,
The runaway
Why?

I’m the unwanted
Forever a ****** of this concept
_______
The
Nihilist
My First Poem, Hello
redberry Apr 24
"You're special"
"You're worth it"
"You're so unbelievably important to me"

But
But
But

I won't choose you
Nor will I fight

But
But
But

"I really do want you"
"to be with you"

"I WANT this"
"You can't tell me I don't love you"

But
But
But

"You deserve better"
"I can't meet your needs"

and so...
"I won't choose you"

But...But...But
My only need was for you to choose me
To reflect my choice
of choosing you
In disappointment I sit now
Pooled around me what I cannot distinguish
From tears and streams, it flows through me

My needs now washed away...
Jellyfish Apr 13
27
The number grows but
I still can't tell if I am whole.
Every day is nearly the same
until it's simply not.

Even family changes or moves on.
No one is safe in the long run,
Not the encountered stranger,
the acquaintance or friends...

Nobody knows when they'll meet their end,
and it scares me.
I don't like the YOLO philosophy,
but here I am again, pondering.

I'm trying to make sense of everything
I'm wondering what exactly I need...
What can help me be happy?
I wouldn't say I'm ashamed but my past is embarrassing?

I guess I'll continue and just keep going
I'll keep trying my best,
For as long as I can,
I'll try to get through this
You're so embarrassing, go cry when no one's watching
Julie Mar 29
I need that, I need this,
our whole life revolves around needs,
trying to find purpose in things.
but what do you desire
from the depths of your soul?

What does your heart whisper
when everything else falls silent?

You have to pay attention,
because if you're not careful enough,
you might mistake the voice of your heart
for the voices of others.
et ce serait une tragédie
Maybe I’m a wind-up toy robot, blindly walking down this path,
maybe I’m a pullback toy car, moving forward by taking a few
steps back. Maybe I’m a box of random Lego pieces, building up
a life, without an instruction manual, maybe I’m just a firecracker,
exploding with less passion – so I sometimes add fuel.

Maybe I’m the one trapped in the castle; quietly hoping the world
doesn’t see a man battling his own dragons, as a damsel, maybe I
don’t know how to fight for myself, cos I was shown that fighting
as a believer isn’t a good example.

Maybe I’m looking for love, just because everyone seems to be  
falling in love, maybe I’m trying to fit my hand in everything,
to protect myself from failure – wearing all the title gloves.

Maybe, maybe, maybe – but all the maybes aren’t always the
possibilities we want. So maybe I should instead be more definite
on all the needs I want.
Quis sum ego?
Vir, poeta, amator.
Aut ego iustus amissa sum?
Ego feci nomina illa usque.
I'm doing better with learning, still not the best though.
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