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Nobody Can Tell I Can't Breathe. So I Tell Myself If I Scream These Thoughts. Loud Enough In My Head Maybe Someone. Will Hear Me. I Can't Breathe. Please Can A Single Soul Hear Me? I Feel The 10 Pound Weight On My Heart. And The Thorns Around My Throat. Will I ever be weightless? I Don't Believe People Actually Care. But Then You Can Repeat. My Favorite Things I Forgot I Told You. You Will Always Know Me Better Than Myself. I Can Feel In My Bones You Get Annoyed. Every Single Time I Reply ‘I Don't Know’. I Struggle To Believe You Saying It’s Okay. Is It Really? Do You Only Talk To Me Out Of Pity? Or Is It Really You Care?
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Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 10:03 AM UTC
To Breath And Get By
I use to look up to lightning and ask it to give me a sign. Every single time, the unpatterned electricity dazes the sky. I love lighting. It brings me peace. I love lighting. The natural off-pink it paints above I could be killed. and still smile as I sink into a dry sea of pavement. Lightning gives me a sign to keep going. Each mumble and crash it releases Knowing that it will never touch me Sadness and thunder are the like circles overlapping. Both are shaking in grief. As the world seem too much for them The two circles seem to go round and round. Dying down and exploding that appear to go on for hours Some people put their knees to their chest. As the circles whirl around each other Shaking as they drain energy Storms could never go on forever. They may look like they will never end. But they always do I still look up to dry lightning and ask for a sign. Mother Nature kindly responds. You are loved. -K.J.K.
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May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 12:19 AM UTC
Dry Lightning
We are prey. We have been prey since elementary. We are still prey to this day. Every drill. Every shooting. Every threat. We are prey. We are born helpless. We live helplessly. Nothing has changed. We live in fear of each other. We live in fear of the reality of being prey. Isn’t it crazy to know what it feels like to be hunted? We are not deer. We are not bears. We are nothing but power-hungry animals. This is not a message of “Just be kind,”. But to never accept. To never normalize This Society. You either live in fear. Or you're part of the fear. -Kat.J.K
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Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 7:19 PM UTC
To Know What It Feels Like to be Hunted.
I loved you more. Then I loved myself. I sat there and forgave. All your flaws All your anger All your secrets But it seemed like you could never love me. I tried and tried. I huffed and I puffed. But it was like a wall I couldn't entirely blow down. It was like you went out of your way. To try to get me out of your life. I gave you more than you deserved. I just wanted you to love me. -Kat. J. K.
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Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 11:31 AM UTC
You Never Loved Me
I loved him. And he loved me. I feel like I lost myself. And he found me. I love the daytime. Because I miss him at night. Little did I know he Was planting bombs Disguised as flowers I got addicted so quickly. His absence created a Growing desire in me He had me wrapped. Around his finger And then he broke. me into little pieces and Scattered my remains at the Corners of Earth I am lost again. With no one to find me -Kat. J. K.
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Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 5:06 PM UTC
Love Bombing
I fell in love. But not with you. I was in love with the way you made me feel. It was like I could sprout wings. From my back and fly away. I loved you not. But I could never get back. The way you made me feel validated You were ruthless, cruel, and abusive But you were so patient. I thought you loved me. And I thought I loved you too. I lost my mind. And it felt like you were the only One who could find it That was the day I drowned. -Kat. J. K.
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Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 10:52 PM UTC
Love Isn't for me