#mention
did I mention
how I crave your touch at night
not a ****** touch
a loving touch
a gentle touch
a holding me in the night touch
a playing with my hair touch
a squeezing my hand touch
a kissing me when I cry touch
did I mention
how much I want you to be mine
how I giggle and kick my feet when you message me
how I make time out of my day to see you
or to hear you say hiii
did I mention
how I see you
your coacoa brown eyes
your strawberry blonde hair
your beautiful freckles
your light blue braces
your stunning body of a goddess
do you know how I look at you
and wish you could be all mine
did I mention
how I find parts of you
in every view I see
in the most crowded places
in the most beautiful places
in the places with imperfections and with perfections
I find a piece of you I take with me
did I mention
how you saved my life
by telling me you loved me
by promising one day we’d be near
and never out of reach
did I mention how I see you as my forever
and ever and ever?
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 1:07 AM UTC
To feel you for a while, I did my best,
Overcame depression, waiting for the next
Suddenly opened my eyes feeling perplexed:
Standing on my knees in tears, I pray
Did you mention my name, dear, far away?!
The time is really beyond before and afters
Distances turn to a means as we disperse
Your spirit is here; you sound in my laughters
The cigarette is glowing in the ashtray
Did you mention my name, dear, far away?!
Stretched my soul in such a miraculous bond
No constraint anymore and no discord
Just like a butterfly flying in a void
I found the peace here, please, do stay,
Did you mention my name, dear, far away?!
I feel you turning pages with shaky fingers
I feel your heart beating in a rhyming bliss
Papers will reflect you in your red dress
As you touch my letters, it will make my day
Did you mention my name, dear, far away?!
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 2:57 AM UTC
Dear father,
I am your lil version.
People usually say 1st daughter are father's carbon copy, i belive what they mention.
All your love for me or your decisions
I respect them and never question.
You made so many sacrifices and
Always being an helping hand.
Your strictness gave me growth
And yo u be there for me like under oath.
I want to return but i cant
Now i want to fulfil all your want.
You made me capable, you made me so far
Now its my turn to make you at par.
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 12:44 AM UTC
It’s not your job but it’s nice
Just because it’s not your job
Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do it
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
My permanent mental state is an odd battle between paranoia and self-deprication.
Are they laughing behind my back or am I not worth a mention?
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 5:56 AM UTC
.
SOMEONE
.
ANYONE
.
VOCALIZE
.
EVERYTHING
.
MENTION
.
EVERYONE
.
.S.A.V.E.M.E.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
Depression is a war, one that i’m trying my hardest to battle but still no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to fight. The words are painful, they hurt more than the ones kids at school would yell.
The words I tell myself daily, like **** yourself” they are the echo of this world I was brought up in, they are my fathers words, the bullies, the ex boyfriends, the ex friends. Those are the words that ring in my head, as I tell myself daily how much I would be better off dead.
I look in the mirror and I can’t find anything else to say except ‘ew’ the once pretty boy I knew is now a ghost, an empty shell of someone who tried to take on the world but ran into the wall of reality, that this world isn’t perfect like it’s said to be.
I struggle some days to get out of bed, I stay awake at three am, grasping onto any happy moments I can find in this empty ******* head. I need happiness, I crave it like it’s a drug, and hell to me, it is.
My life is like a dumb game, one that I don’t want to play. I would think I was dead if it wasn’t the constant heaving of my chest as a reminder that i’m still alive.
Depression is a war, like I said. I’m not a fighter, and one day, I’m going to be dead. Maybe not now, or even in a few years but I struggle to live. This life is hell, I have no friends, no family to care. Poetry is my only escape from here.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
Clock strikes twelve
But still no reply
I've been texting all night
I pray to god
You're safe and sound
No tears
But breath still present
How I need you to be
I need your lungs filled with air
And your heart full of blood
And your mind filled with me.
That's how I need you to be.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
youdon'twanttobelikeme
consciously wasting away at the ripe age of 17
smoking to savor the sensation of decay
******* in the graveyard of dreams
or going to vinnies to pray.
youdontwanttobleedthewayido
lies upon lies. im lying now
im. trying to lie down
but my karma is unbalanxed
and i cant feel the sweet release of sleep anymore
so i sit down and weep ashey tears of the mouth
to keep my tastebuds alive.like its the decayi need
while my mind runs 6 feet underneath
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 7:54 AM UTC
Tired,
I crawl into the hole I created,
my resting place.
It is nestled deep in the tundra,
Away from the life I have lived.
Here,
I forget my failures,
that I have burned into the skin
of those I love the most.
Here,
I close my eyes,
and like a needle has been
pushed into my veins,
I forget.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
*** when you're in love is amazing, you can have awkward moments but not care and just laugh it off.
You are comfortable enough to ask for certain things, positions and do what you know the other likes.
But when that *** is expected from you, everyday, and there is no time to think "I want to have ***
All you think is "I love him and if I don't **** him, he'll leave"
You lose that spark.
The way your heart use to race at his breath on your neck or his hand moving to lift your shirt off, just evaporates
*** turns into a chore that you have to do daily, like doing the dishes or going to work
It's not longer something that you desire but something you just know has to happen at some point that day.
Love exists without *** and *** can exist without love.
But to keep that love, there shouldn't be the need for ***
Don't tell them "it's *** with you, or I find it with someone else"
*** isn't a chore, and it isn't the key to love.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
One of these
days I'll forget
how your name
numbs my tongue.
But not today.
Today your name
is hot poisonous
gas trapped in
my ribcage.
Today you
are steam burning
my throat
screaming
"Oh god!"
"Oh god!"
"Oh god!:
because you
are going to
be my
shadow again.
You are going to
be everywhere
again.
I keep
having these
flashbacks
of when I
was choking
on my words
as you held me
down.
Of when
he held up
the camera
and you bent
me over the
couch and
You both
laughed as
I giggled and
whispered "stop please"
instead of screaming
because my mother
was upstairs.
When me saying
"I'm done. No seriously
stop."
turning into your wicked
grins in your rotc
uniforms
pointing at your badges
"we're higher ranked
than you. You aren't
done yet." and that...
******* camera.
Always threatening
to **** yourself
when I did "wrong".
Always threatening-
Always
threatening me.
I was your puppet
and when
I spoke for myself.
another threat.
I got rid of you.
But you dug a hole
under my skin and
crawled right back in.
Shot me in the head
and like a maggot
crawled into my
Broca's area
controlling what I
said.
It got worse.
You were *******
other girls.
I got rid of
you again.
You acted like
we were wolves.
But I heard they
mate for life.
I heard they're loyal.
You my sweet,
are just a worm.
Saying you love me
promising you love
me.
And then texting another
girl the same thing
as you're whispering it
into my ear.
I pushed.
I pushed.
I pushed.
You were a
concrete wall.
A snapped spinal
cord between a
paralyzed man
and using his legs again.
The emphysema
that keeps a
person from breathing.
You were a disease.
And just like brain cancer
you deteriorated me
and controlled me.
For 2 months
you were everywhere.
For 2 months you
were always the
ghost around the
next corner.
You followed me...
Everywhere.
Showing up outside
my house to walk me
to school.
Showing up outside
my classes to tell me
you loved me and hated
me at the same time.
Every time I pushed,
you threatened.
Always another suicide
attempt as I tried to
get out of the grave
you put me in.
You kept throwing dirt
on me and saying "I can
finally breathe!"
I remember that one day,
your hands were ******
Glass was everywhere.
Your pocket rattled.
My name engraved on
your thigh.
"Janna this blood
is your fault" as it
ran down your leg.
You stuffed pills
into your mouth,
pushed me away
as I screamed
and clawed at your
throat trying to
get them out.
Next time.
More blood,
less pills,
but you were
dizzy, delirious,
saying you love
me, saying goodbye,
throwing up, saying
goodbye, resisting my help,
your hands looked miles away
which is probably why
for once you didn't touch me.
It's taken me
2 months
to realize the
leaves moving
behind me weren't
you running for me.
2 months to realize
the person behind me
isn't going to capture
me and keep me locked up.
You're back from the
mental asylum.
And just the thought
of your brown eyes
breaks down what ever
recovery I built up.
You are an atomic bomb.
And I'm not sure there's
ever going to be a day
where I don't tremble
at the thought of you.
And if there is, then
it is not today.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
Its been a sad day
The skies are a murky grey
You had wished to be solitary
Into the forest you'd gone, involuntarily.
You walk along the forest trail
Looking about at the leafy veil
When suddenly, you turn to see
A deer overcome with glee
The deer dances and gallops around
It's winter coat flies as it bounds
Why it's so happy? You haven't a clue
But suddenly you don't feel so blue
You turn around and head back home
But the deer to you it seems to roam
You gaze into its brown doe eyes,
And through its eyes, you see the skies.
The stars, the moon, the trees, too!
They're all looking down at you.
They seem to beckon, they seem to call
For you to look up at them all.
You close your eyes, lay yourself to rest.
and wake up in your bed, feeling your best.
You sit up and find, it was all a dream.
But you seem to know just what it means.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
you are working hard,
to keep this laziness alive.
You drown in dark,
push down an empty hive.
Why beat so fast
and freeze my body like ice?
You can't let love last
so why do you still thrive?
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC