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The papers lay bare
the ink unbroken
The desire languished
I am not joking

I have not a word
there's nothing to say
Time to quit writing
It ends as of today

So long fellow poets
The time seems so short
I lost my desire
And I now know it

Carry on will you
There's much to be said
Don't lose you your way
"Goodbye",
is all that he said
I dined on eternity and got cavities !
Essa Freedom May 2015
You think I still love you
You think I still want you
You think I miss you
I laugh
I'm done with you
You broke all my walls down
I've rebuilt them
I've gotten over you
Quit acting like a child
You put yourself up on such a high horse
Ha!
You made me quit caring
I thank you
No one can hurt me now
zap-man Mar 2015
fly
imagine we could fly
just reach out and touch the sky
what a dream that woul be indeed
none
introvert Mar 2015
Like an elastic band,
Kindness expands beyond,
I feel like it's a bad luck charm of sort.

You don't acknowledge it-
Like you should, love.

I'm taken back,
By this cold
Fact.

I hear your voice at the back
Of my head,
I feel a skip where the beat
Should be.

One step forward but never
Much progress
In that.
Inked Papers Feb 2015
Maybe, poets write because they have unstable feelings.
Maybe, poets write at 2am, in order to ease it.
Maybe, poets write to contain their feelings in to it.
Maybe, poets write *hopelessly.
Maybe, poets write at 2am hopelessly hoping, that, someone, on the other side of the earth, someone is awake to read the poem.

*And maybe someone awake, maybe, to care.
Maybe one of Hellopoetry's purpose.
Invisible...
       What am I,
    If not for you--
                         Someone to hear me through?

No--
     They can't understand
  And neither can you.
            Sometimes it is better
        Not to be remembered.

                            Deny what you said--
                      Hold these shaking hands,
                               Dry my tears,
                         Shape my heart.

        I'm sorry----
                   I'm more drama
            Than I'm worth in reality.
Uredo: Burning feeling of skin.
Poetic T Dec 2014
Well Fu#k you,
P#ss on a stick you f#uckwad
Jesus
Christ
In
Heaven, a talk about religion,
Its like I've killed five people
Then smiled at the camera,
I understand their are views
Believe
Pray
Atheist
The second coming of the anti??
Matter
Abortion
Christ
Tell me what's got your man thongs
In a twist,
Which view is right,
That each person has a view,
But don't believe in their symbol,
"What am I prince"
Then the cold shoulder
Hits,
Smacks,
God
Almighty, I have respect for others
Yet to not believe is the highest
"Crime of all"
"Please respect, as I do you"
"Yes my thoughts are the minority"
"But don't hate, segregate, class lower than you"
"My thoughts are my own"
Just because it don't believe in your deity
Respect  me as I respect your thoughts,
Even though I don't find them *true..
Conversation with a person in the street, I respect others but to say I`m an Atheist seems to relegate me to filth... please do not be offended I respect all but because I don't you get the picture..
Just Melz Dec 2014
I realized...
I accept no love
Because I deserve **none.
It's OK that I'm unloved, cause I really don't deserve any anyways...

The title is a quote from the movie/book "The Perks Of Being A Wallflower", amazing movie, beautiful quote.
JR Falk Dec 2014
I often find my self worth fading.
I mean less and less every day.
Everyone around me seems to be so lovely,
All of the people I talk to,
The strangers on the street.
But as I sit here and wonder how to start conversation,
My mind floats away,
Mercilessly taunting me,
Just out of reach.

I feel as though I once meant more to you than I ever will again.

I feel as though I once meant more to everyone than I do now.

I often find my self worth fading.
Oldie but goodie.
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