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Kris Fireheart Sep 2024
I'm all alone,
Once again...

My empty home is
Devoid of friends.

Still, some,  they call,
Or show at odd hours,
To share a few drinks,
Or maybe some flower.

It's been a year, or
Nearly two,
Since I've left this house
With something to do.

My skin has gone pale;
It's deathly white,
It's been so long since
I've seen sunlight,

The sun feels so bright,
That star from afar,
Still I shun its gift,
And it shows with the sight.

Of me.

I can't explain why I
Simply stay inside,
Instead of living life,
Taking things in stride.

But still I rise with dry eyes,
And unlike some,
I feel a peace.

A freedom to choose
Whether to rise,
Or follow my
Wild heartbeat.
This poem is literally how I've been living lately. I rarely leave my house; when I've gone outside, I notice that my skin is so white I can see the veins now.  Yeah.  My mental issues have gotten worse; I can't work. Dealing with people is pretty hard, meds or not. But I still get up every morning, and sometimes, there's still friends who support me.
I can't express it enough times;
I keep putting down these rhymes;
I keep spitting these lines,
as my inspiring words
comes to ones mind.
I'm giving out expressions,
My lines are like Lessons,
More like a full Confession,
I just want to be a Blessing.
I Express the way I feel,
For, this Poetist is Real
I give rhymes like everyday,
Turn your gray clouds
to a Sunny Day!!!
When you don't have a clue,
believe, I go through struggles too
I know just how you feel
This Love for you is Real!!!
Through good or bad weather,
We'll get through it together!!!!


B.R.
Date: 02/10/2023
ashw Sep 2024
I have dubbed today Saturday Two
But there is no such thing as Saturday Two
Therefore, today is not real
So I shouldn't feel bad for doing nothing all day
Because today has never existed, anyway
And at the end of the day, nothing is real
But if nothing IS real, then I'll have to own up
As nothing turns to regret faster than lack of productivity
And tomorrow dreads it, every time
However, if ALL is nothing, then I'll regret nothing at all
Least of which would be doing nothing at all
Because I'll know that at the end of the day
I could have done nothing, anyway
Today is everything, because all is nothing
Oh how I love today
I love three day weekends
that smile from a distant moment
a moment in time
that burns forever in my dreams

my high school crush
that I let slip away
we shared poetry and laughter
but never love
for I had another
and did not recognize  
that she was the one
meant to be

how perfect it was
that smile
it was real
it was...emotion

fifty years later
and the smile I expected to see again
in other faces
other dreams
never came
Jeremy Betts Aug 2024
How can I love anyone
When I hate myself so completely
"Can't love yourself means the lady's sung, love is done"
That's what they say face to face and back to me
I only feel real between the setting and rising sun
Daylight, she has no use for me
I run when I should stay, I stay when I should run
Any past lesson dissolves immediately
This current tale can stop being spun
I wish to fade to black discretely

©2024
Jeremy Betts Aug 2024
Wanting to feel
The sensation of something real
Needing to heal
Wounds I never wanted to reveal
What I conceal
Will only lead to a repeat ordeal
I keep taking the deal
While not understanding life's appeal

©2024
My Dear Poet Aug 2024
Maybe we can try again
Take the storm away from rain
hide the hurt from the pain
Maybe we can just try again

Maybe we could begin right now
not ask why, just know how
Place the promise back in the vow
Maybe we can start right now

Let’s start now before it’s late
Hold love so tight , we squeeze the hate
Push back time away from fate
Maybe even now, before it’s too late

This one thing I know for sure
Let’s both take less, ask nothing more
Don’t question when or what for?
Maybe then, where we’ll know for sure.
Jeremy Betts Aug 2024
People,
Creating their own hell
Let's keep it simple
Try to be real for a spell
No spiel,
Just an obvious tell
Deceitful,
But not doing it well
A sequel
Was always going to be a hard pitch to sell

©2024
Jeremy Betts Jul 2024
It's hard to imagine anyone loving me
Especially
When I hate me so completely
I'm sorry
But if I have to love myself
In order
To feel love from anyone else
I might as well put myself on the shelf
Out of reach from everyone else
I'm afraid love will never win
It's not as easy as just letting it in
I have to keep battlin'
Just to keep from drownin'
Due to a timeline filled with so much abandonment and rejection
Over and over and once again,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry my sorry means little to nothin'
My devotion didn't start out this thin
This is the outcome of both creation and evolution
Going head to head,
And coming out in the end,
As a problem with no solution

©2024
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