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#thinkings
I could never believe in such things. Momma taught me to never make promises. I'll only have what I make that I say can be, Even if it means out bleeding the daily dosage than what's given to me. I trust in it as much as I can. Until it's like dad coming back with a pack of cigarettes. It's just an Idea But more make believe, ya? Have it Or Not. Make it or Forsake it. Sometimes fantasy is better than the picture already given. I know, I know! It ain't what it seem! But it's better just an Idea! But it's better a fantasy than what you keep feeding me Dope-a! Morph-a Feel you in my spine! I just saw you yesterday with huge *** smile. But I still can't find you like the rest of my mind. Incomplete. But Not Obsolete
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Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 11:45 AM UTC
Fantasy
i know i don't say it as much as you do but i'm kinda terrified too since the day i first laid eyes on you even though i barely know you and today i met you again and today i sensed happiness again and today as you left to go i had it at the back of my mind, but i didn't tell so and i can't tell you that it hurts cause it's not supposed to i just want to tell you it's not your fault it's not your fault that i'm heartbroken
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Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
Thinking about you again....
If I could go so far back, To send a note that bears a fact, That my past self shouldn't crack, That I said I liked you from awhile back. But knowing that you liked me back, Gives me joy that I could crack, I forgot to tell you that I still like you back, And now you're headed towards the arms of another girl, And now I regret and wonder of the things I should've done before. Until this day I realized that there is no end of this suffering, Day after day it still continues my sufferings,
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Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
Things I should've done
The world stands still. The hand stopps working And everything falls silent. Nothing happens, But everything goes right past me. 'Tick tack" reverberates in my mind, The hand swirls around, Does time exist? The world moves too fast. No matter what ever happens, i'll stand still. I don't walk straight ahead Not right Not left. Just sometimes i look back Try to look forward after it But my eyes are full of tears. I've stopped living, Even if my heart still beats.
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 5:19 PM UTC
Restless