#myfirstpoem
Why is it that a stranger's gaze is the only thing that truly comforts me
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 9:31 AM UTC
When I first met you, I did not like you.
I hated that you were always on top of your work,
That you were always so focused all I could do was lurk.
I hated that you always tried to be the best,
Competing with me in disregard to my request.
I was jealous of you because you were so perfect.
You made everything seem so worth it.
I never saw you walk away with anything other than an A.
All work was done in the best possible way.
I found myself comparing myself to you.
I wanted to be perfect too.
I tried to change myself to resemble you.
It actually helped me get out of the blues.
Many would say that you should never change who you are,
But when I was with you,
I felt like a star.
I started to distance myself because depression got in the way.
You were my first real friend and I doubted you would stay.
I dug myself into a hole to get away from you,
With this sadness following me too.
I never looked back to see you following me.
I would soon realize that you were a precious treat.
You stayed with me for a very long time,
You stayed with me until I was ready to climb.
Until I met you,
all I knew was demons
But you soon convicted them of treason.
You demonstrated the definition of a bright light.
And I could never thank you enough for showing me what was right.
Continue to be you: such a beautiful rose.
Dispose of any thoughts that may oppose.
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 7:11 PM UTC
Splitting apart
Peeling into two.
Too many lies that I've grown up into.
Being ripped in half
A memory of the past
But glass never breaks down the middle.
Broken pieces shattered on the floor
Be careful were you step or you'll get hurt more.
I'm torn down the middle because I can't choose.
I'd rather stay with me than live with you two
Separately
-Divorce from a child's perspective
Jillian Jade
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC
beautiful; the pleasing of the senses or mind aesthetically.
a word so simple, but yet im so scared of it
when something is rare to you
and almost foreign
fear accompanies each time
im scared of the opinions of my peers and my people and myself
i stand here trying to look like everybody else
i stand here and try to be beautiful
the stereotypes are degrading
it feels as if our beauty has grading
A, B, C, D? Y, does so much beauty go over looked?
some girls hear it everyday
others wait for a lifetime
a word so delicate and charmingly used
that eats away at my brain
as i point out the hues of my red under-toned cheeks
and stare into the mirror
just trying to see clearer into myself and not just what i see in front of me
i have a fear of looking different and my fear is a reality that i live everyday
i don’t look like you and you don’t look like me
but i still so strongly believe that you’re more beautiful than me
and you can tell me all you want and as I hear the sympathy in your voice
i give myself a choice to either listen and lie
or go home and cry
the tears ive shed for my looks are the same tears ive shed for the books
as i remember each time previous that I cried on my bed while staring at gorgeous girls
and wondered, when will i be praised for my beauty or i question if I have beauty at all
and i soon fall into a deep pit
staring at my body and into my own reflections eyes as i slowly start to crumble
break down in defeat, hard to recover
get knocked off my feet
look up at a light to dry my tears
walk outside the bathroom door and face my fear of being asked “did you just cry?”
to which i answer “no” and make up a stupid lie
im not begging for people to tell me im beautiful
im begging for people to be more open
and never thinking of closing
don’t tell me im funny, tell me i have a pretty personality
don’t tell me im smart, tell me im intelligent because smarts are probably beautiful too
and don’t tell me you miss me, tell me you want to be around my lovely self
or don’t at all
and be open and tell me that i have a ****** personality
or that i brag about my grades
or i get too annoying for you
because what pleases you, pleases me
gaining a new perspective of someones beauty
no matter the fire from the response
whether it be from thoughts, actions or words
there is beauty in all of it
and please don’t be like me
cause can’t you see?
i never thought i had beauty
until i wrote this
and now i see what i wanna be
because now i see beauty in me
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
comes a time and a place where everyone wants to give up.
just keep your head high.
throw the middle finger up.
and tell the negativity you don't give a ****
comes a time and a place ya gotta keep your head held high.
look up in the sky.
and believe In the big guy.
if you work your hardest to make it through.
I bet you won't believe what you can do.
with yourself.
if you don't believe me just try it out.
than you can see what being happy is all about.
I'm speaking from experience and all my struggles.
when I was down and felt like the brown stuff in your shovel.
Written by: Kyle Frederickson
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC
How scary it would be,
To fall into a love
That is not reciprocated
I couldn't sleep tonight.
What kind of **** is that?
You say
We’re moving too fast, and
You aren’t ready for something serious
That’s fine.
But your body speaks another language of magnitude
While we lay on my teensy, tiny mattress for hours
As my vision slows
From the spliff
That we smoked,
We laugh
You don’t have to say a **** thing.
Because your body speaks volumes.
My exclusive, elusive comedian
You say
You might have to abstain from me
For a couple of days
With a laugh
Because things are moving too fast
Because it’s not really a big deal to not speak
Because I don’t like that joke
Because I don’t think it’s a joke
See,
If you wanted slow,
You wouldn’t kiss me with a striking urgency
That makes my heart beat anything but
“slow”
You have a funny notion of this
“slow”
Because the feelings I have for you are alarming
Because our head space is not alike
Because we’re moving way too fast
Because I forgot this isn’t a two way street
Because
“Slow”
Is when you moan my name
And you tell me you adore the sound of “nail” rolling off your tongue
And I agree
Because
“Slow”
Is when my ****** belongs to you
And only to you
Because you said so
Because I agreed
Because
“Slow” is when you tell me
That you are infatuated with my body
Because you know what to say
Because I’m sick
Because you knew that
Because that’s all I wanted to hear
Because I want to know *what the ****
Kind of slow this is*???
I refuse
To fall victim to a love that is unrequited
And I refuse to expose myself to you
Raw and unapologetic
Because that’s who I am
Because suddenly it’s
“too much”
And I’m
“too young”
and you
“aren’t ready”
But you ****** me
Like you were
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 10:06 AM UTC
I stretch like a thinning cloud
Watch me and I'd be gone.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
My sick little dog
Wiggles and bothers
Let's go out, out, out!
I take random pictures
Brooding.
What would I miss?
She sets the pace
Sniff, pause, backtrack
Dance.
A breeze plays with strands
Of a weeping willow.
A million hidden smells.
Today
For both of us
It is enough.
-ALA
March 21, 2016
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
My love for you will never fade,
It will only increase with a high rate,
You give me strength to stand-up tall,
And you are always there every time I fall.
Everyday you are on my mind,
Person like you is hard to find.
When I first saw you,
You took my breath away,
And I fell in love with you from that very first day :)
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
Everyday I fight my loneliness.
Everyday I tell myself I am strong.
I can survive on my own.
I don't need anyone.
I don't need you.
I don't need you, I want you.
I want you next to me.
I want my heart to stop hurting.
I want you to tear down my walls.
Storm my castle.
Take me over.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
Maybe Suicide? :
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Maybe it'll be one of those nights when the sadness swallows me whole,
maybe it'll be one of those nights when I take control.
Maybe depressing songs will relieve me from the sadness,
maybe taking these pills will help fade me into blackness..
And Maybe life just isn't meant for us all,
maybe it's just time for me to make the call.
Tonight it ends, I slit my wrists and free me from my mind,
maybe this poem will help others not be so blind.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
Let me tell you about an adventure of my mind
So calm and simple was she
Tremendously smart and immensely beautiful
I muse almost and always on how the elements were cherry-picked and made into such a wonderful whole
A genius in the embodiment of one of us
An angel in the wrong place but at the right time
Some kind of a mortal immortal
It was a decision to approach her
Now. No, maybe later. Better still never.
She made me for at least a moment have one wish in life
A wish in gold for the price of a bow
Oh Cupid look how you made me seem
So stupid, but yet for serendipity sake.
I brood on her thoughts in my mind more than I do myself
After my muse I am left drained of every modicum of vocabulary
Except one
Amazing.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 6:51 AM UTC