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#lifeexperiences
Often, we are left bitter by life’s trials, scarring us like a Yellowstone branding iron, we are marked forever — But over time, do these horrendous trials ever become sweet? Like the connoisseur’s pick of salted caramel ice cream?
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 4:08 PM UTC
do our salted experiences eventually become sweet?
I talked to god And he told me to be vulnerable I asked why as I'm already full of cuts and bloodied.  You can see I'm battle worn.  He said show them your vulnerability So I did  And I got cut up some more.  I'm left wondering why. I don't understand it I don't know why But the pain is so deep I wish I could die Been praying to the saints Demanding why They don't take me away So I can fly.   Maybe then I can get some peace Maybe then I'll be free Maybe then I can get some sleep Without the pain reminding me But the saints never ******* answer me.
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Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 9:10 PM UTC
Why did you do this?
I went to Space in a space shuttle, I saw stars on my way But little did I know, it would drop me off in a forest. It was beautiful and green, It was alive and full of smiles, The trees were huge but friendly, Birds singing, animals all around me, Unknown creatures were peeking behind the huge trees as if they were shy to greet me, fairies blowing me kisses. I must’ve felt those kisses because I could feel and see spots of my skin moving. But when I woke up, I wanted it to be over. I hated the after results, I was tired and hungry, I couldn’t breathe, my heart was pounding. I was busy slapping bugs off of me. I wanted to pull my hair out, I wanted to bang my head against the wall, Rocking back and forth in full panic mode. I was scared and felt alone, I needed someone sober to hold my hand or just hold me but I had no one. I cried all night long for someone.
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Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 12:13 AM UTC
Drop