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#isomnia
I know you don't like her, But how am I supposed to know, I wasn't even born then, I didn't ask for her genes, I didn't ask for it to flow through my veins, I don't know her that well, But,based on the stories u told me, She made life a living hell, People hated her,she was crazy, She was only respected for her man, She didn't like you too, She was lazy, I remind you of her,I know, I look a lot like her, Don't hate me too, I'm not like her,not like you, You called her stupid for years, Now she's old,and has dementia, I'm still young and have flowing tears, I don't know how to deal with this isomnia.
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Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 1:29 PM UTC
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In a room full of people Yet I'm so empty inside So tired of putting on these masks With nowhere to hide Under my bed in the midst of the night my demons run loose and keep me up with fright I'm constantly running Away from myself Screaming, shouting, crying For anyone to help And as the sun rises I've survived another day Still clinging on to the hope That this will all go away
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Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 7:06 PM UTC
Fighting Myself
The computer dried my eyes out while streaming TV shows for a couple hours. After being mentally exhausted my heart grows vulnerable. My depressing thoughts cloud my head with toxic; mustard gas. I can only escape reality for so long. What now? Not everyone can feel comfortable at home. 12:21 A.M. I look outside my house to find the dimly lit streets welcoming my mind. I grab my keys. I grab my phone. I grab my cigarettes. Let's go for a walk... "How are you feeling?" **** off.
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 4:37 AM UTC
Restless Mind
Can I be your dream? There to explore the stories untold The one hidden beneath your body language You and me... No one to unfold the coffers within but we... It's a starry night for you But cupid strikes me to insomnia It's  high time... Should invoke you And it wouldn't be like another night you survive With a touch, with warmth with sighs Waking up and asking oneself what was it that left me by five?
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
Can I Be Your Dream?