we will only love the poem if we can relate to their words
isn't I right
I have photos on my wall
everywhere i see
the friends i used to have
the old young me
in each picture, there was a memory
and just so much more
but each picture keeps reminding me
the moments, i cant go back to anymore
Those are the times
Where mornings seems shorter
And the nights seems longer
Those are the moments
Where you lay in bed
With nothing but thoughts
Thoughts in your head
Feelings in your heart
Sometimes even just wondering
Why everything fell apart?
Sometimes you’ll just feel empty
You’ll just feel tired
You’ll feel like being happy
Was a facade you always lied
Sometimes you’re just there
Laying in bed
No thoughts in your head
Sleepiness wasn’t knocking on your door
Seeing times passes by more and more
You lay there with your eyes blinking
Staring at the ceiling, thinking
“Why is this happening to me?”
“What was happening?”
“What’s wrong with me now?”
“Where did I go wrong?”
You start to retrace your memories
From the very beginning
You start to think back about those times
Even some bad endings
That’s where the tears starts coming
That’s where your eyes starts blurring
You didn’t know what was happening to you
You didn’t know if the sadness you felt was true
Was it the sadness you kept for so long?
Or was it just because you were tired of being strong?
You didn’t know
But you laid there
Just letting out your emotions with this cry
Without even knowing why
But as you finish crying
You started thinking
Now you’re staring
Not knowing what you were looking
But you felt empty once again
And the cycle starts over again
Finally comes to you
Your eyes now feel heavy
Your mind feels light too
But you know that was already too late
You accepted your fate
Sleep was always came slow
So now it was morning again
And the night became another
her eyes twinkled with joy
her lips always held a comforting smile
a ray of sunshine people called her
she gave soulful glances as her insides took form
deep down she prays for better days
one can only change
what's written on the walls
with the prayer of hope
The inevitability of growing older breathes louder at night.
Creeps in faster during the hours of the am, and smothers you until you slowly dream of a life you’ll never have.
Wake up and repeat.
You’ll never be younger than what you are today they say and that worries you more than it did yesterday, but this is only the beginning from now until the rest of your days.
You remember that line forever.
Life doesn’t get better, it just gets more adjustable.
from a raw, deep place,
peek out of my eyes,
and slide down my face
Today marks a year,
a year since you left
we said goodbye on April the 6th
and I don't want to cry
each time I think of you
but I think of you a lot
So I take a shaky breath,
I wipe my wet eyes,
find something yellow,
and say goodbye
someone that I knew over social media died of osteosarcoma and I wrote this poem for her. She was an angel on earth and spread the love of Christ everywhere she went. Her cancer treatments were far from easy, yet she met them with an unwavering smile. She passed last year. If you'd like to learn more about her journey, you can find her account on instagram @thenookdolls.
Walking to the bathroom in Lowe's.
The Lighting Aisle.
A man rounds the corner,
"Whoa, how you doin'?"
Stunned, I barely register,
but turn my eyes down and hurry on.
Only later do I remember
the way his eyes traveled my body,
the way his words felt
like I felt nothing at all
Only later do I process,
what a disgusting perv!
At an art festival that night
I find myself watching every man around me
Panicking in a pizza place bathroom
Later, thinking on it,
I am angry.
I should have screamed and made a fuss
but I turned my eyes down and hurried on.
Why am I always silent when the time comes?
So what if girls exceed your expectations?
Why do we have to dress 'holy'
in skirts that give us limitations?
We have chests. We have hips.
How long we have to apologize
for the features that God gave us?
Why are our girls
Beat down, held back,
So all the men can look greater?
Does it make them feel powerful
To push her down, sedate her?
Does it make them feel powerful
To keep their women
As second-class citizens?
Dress codes: knees covered.
Social code: Seen, not heard.
Aren't we the reason you're all here?
Why do you make her dim her strengths
For all the men to shine brighter?
If girls have to dress 'holy'
Because boys 'can't control themselves',
Why not teach the boys
to keep their hands where they belong?
I've often wondered what's wrong
With the people daring to feel
Not sure if they're weak or they're strong
For risking what may never heal
Me, I'm not sure if the danger
outweighs the feel of a kiss
given by friend or by stranger
I'm split between “act!” and “dismiss!”
Giving my heart a sharp shove
Or keeping it safe from the drop
When my first reaction to love
Is “Oh sh*t, how do I stop?”