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#relying
I always rely on you that I don't even know what's true. When you leave, I'll cry like it's grieve. I trust you too much I don't even know my life was gonna crush. I'm glad you're here, but it's like I'm intoxicated with no beer. I forgot how to stand up for myself. I forgot how to move by myself. I can't blame you, but I don't know if I can blame myself too. I'm a shadow, but my shape is what I don't know. What would happen to me if you move away? I won't find my own way. I'm already at my own downfall. Without realizing, I fall. I'm erasing my own independency for dependency.
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May 22
May 22, 2026 at 11:48 AM UTC
"Beer"
Stop relying the memories For hopes
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Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 3:06 PM UTC
Hopes
She threw to many sharp stones. So as her glass house tumbled down, She would pick one of the shards of choir glass off the ground and use it as a instrument. Always playing the same violent violin piece across her dynamical skin. Her mother always knew she had a gift for music. So when she heard the same solemn chorus pitching from the living room ceiling, She darted to steal the show. And become her daughters duet...her piano, To hug her so tightly, Singing and squeezing Until her violin chords stopped bleeding.
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
Glass and She.
Such a feeling came today learning to understand For just yesterday   I could have easily gone     away
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Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
Hope
The bad feeling you had when you knew you should've stopped what you were doing.                           Nervous                        sick inside The bad feeling went  numb & you started to  panic                           .          .          . Maybe since then, you've felt the supreme nausea, and kept it secret no doubt. When no crisis occurs, are we all fools to feel relief? Is to be caught in the act not  the same thing? not as plain to see the answers lie within your soul perceived as instinct .
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
MY STOMACH IS IN MY THROAT.