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If i could sing, I'd exhaust my lungs To sing you a song that would heal All the wounds left by that someone Who didn't know what they had until it was gone I'd do all i could to repair your fragile heart, bruised and battered by the cold winds of life I'd strum a melody that brought your mind back together into a place only consisting of peace Where happiness and wonders never ceased. Because a song of healing, is something that we all need to hear.
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC
A song of healing
Oh there's plenty of things That are wrong with me I desire to do better To make my flaws new strengths To not flop at the first sign of changing weather I've got some screws in my head loose And an attention span shorter than the kickback on a black tre deuce Looks wise I'm about as appealing as a dead spruce And that's just my looks, not my personality which is ******* I swear I'm too nice for my own good. And my head moves faster than the gap in my face I've got a **** memory, even if I've known you for years I'd still forget your face But I'm flawed and cracked like a Thursday night  in a love shack And I'm trying to find strength that sometimes isn't there I get so frustrated with myself I wanna pull out my short hair... But through all this, I'm still standing and I know one day I'll get there.
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Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 2:52 PM UTC
Plenty wrong
The brightest days Are after the heaviest rains The greatest pleasures Are after the greatest pains The funniest laughs Follow the most passionate tears True moments of courage Follow the deepest fears Life's funny, you know? When it's dark and suddenly good comes to the light One thing that I'm proud to show Is that I made it through the wilderness, and I'm feeling all right
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Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC
Where the best things are
I think I'm like a mega man fan in 2012 I'm unable to sleep correctly Fiercely debating what I need to do in my life daily Lately, I've been restless even though I know I'm blessed it's A monkey a can't kick off my back Has anybody else been here? Slapped in the face consistently by fear? of not knowing where you're supposed to go or where your river of life shall flow? Second guessing can be a blessing steppin back to consider the lessons life teaches you on the way To where you're supposed to be going it's better than where you've been, I can guarantee. restlessness is a persistent imp. following me like a pulp fiction style gimp so stop following me, I'm done with thee
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
Restless
I'm a spineless puppet A foolish doll that everybody seems fit to play with I'm too scared to say what I feel it's Annoying when I don't want to do something And everybody keeps shoving thoughts ideas and opinions down my throat Like I'm a **** hungry ********** what the flying **** I'm not a sellout so stop forcing yourselves into my head Please, let me grow myself a spine... Before my individuality is dead
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Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
Spineless
Yes. I'm the proud Owner of a lonely heart It's not for sale I'm afraid Because I mistakenly tore it apart. Over thinking and over planning Cracked it like an egg. Yes. I'm the owner of a sad mind Worn and tried from life's ceaseless grind I don't know where to go And if I leave what I'll find. Yes. I'm uninspired my mind has dried up My tears have cried up I want to snap this streak Of anything I write not meeting ny harsh critique But I guess it's better than being the owner of a broken heart...
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
Owner of a lonely heart