#notapoet
I don’t claim to be a poet—
no illusions I’ll publish.
I just like to pen a verse,
maybe read it in public.
Just a wavering voice,
trying not to sound cliché.
My themes aren’t romantic,
or epic in any way.
If what I recite is drivel,
it won’t embarrass you.
But if you find you liked it,
a simple nod will do.
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Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 3:07 PM UTC
Every time I shower, I stand froze on the bathroom floor,
my gaze locked on the wall.
The water dripping down my hair,
the little voice whispering,
"Was any of this even fair?"
No matter how many times I try to figure this out,
I never got the answer. Only tears.
Maybe it's because I bared my heart
while everybody around me was busy tearing it apart.
- J
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 10:38 AM UTC
A poem has rules and structure, a rhyme has to be well thought out and neat.
My words much like our love lack these qualities right now… like our love they are raw without rhyme or reason, not well thought out and by all means an absolute mess… and I think it’s beautiful, the way my brain turns to goo when I think of you. The way my heart forgets to keep its walls up when you hold me. The way when I see your smile I can’t understand the funny bursting feeling in my chest. I can’t explain how the curve of your smile against mine feels like two wholes becoming one. I can’t explain why two weeks ago I could have lived without you in my life and how the idea that I did baffles and hurts my heart. My words, like our love are full of boundless opportunities that could go on forever and climb to the greatest heights, if only my heart could speak clearly… I can’t explain what it feels like to walk alone cold scared constantly slipping looking for shelter in all the wrong places and the relief I found the night I fell into your warm embrace, I can’t explain why you smell like home, feel like safety and kiss like passions personification….
I mean maybe I can, maybe I have some words but do they make much sense coming from this love drunk fool?
Oct 5, 2023
Oct 5, 2023 at 3:24 AM UTC
I tried
I'm spent
I give up
I relent
I quit
I'll just stop
I can't stand
I just flop
I'm broke
I'm a mess
I've no *****
I regress
I've failed
I won't fight
I'm lost
I can't write
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
I don't write poems.
I write the thoughts of the broken.
Whether it be a broken heart or a broken soul,
I will try and speak for the unspoken.
Whether it's from memories or stories, I will try my very best to do this.
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
dream, tired
wake up, tired
get up, tired
get going, tired
hi, tired
bye, tired
leave, tired
come, tired
sleep, tired
dream, tired
exhausted, tired
echo
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC