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thispanman Apr 2021
Eyes
They follow me
Even when alone
I can't mess up
I must be perfect

Eyes
They've become lenient
They watch me
But not when I'm alone
I have some freedom
Not a lot

Eyes
They stopped watching
They're gone
I can do whatever I want
With limits from
The outside

Eyes
Hidden
All
Around
Me

I thought I was free from them
But they are my own demons
That will never leave
I can't mess up
I must be perfect
Because the Eyes
They are always watching.
I dunno
  Apr 2021 thispanman
Sophia
She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote
Check message
Facebook
Check message
Instagram
Check message
Send message
Wait
Check
Look;

When did relationships
Get defined
By a read receipt?
Will we
Now
Only measure intimacy
By a tweet?

What do we have left,
Why can’t we
Go back
To laughter
In a diner seat
  Apr 2021 thispanman
Victoria Jennings
I still cringe when I meet someone with your name

Your name

Like the slowest poison
It never leaves me

Just slowly eats away

Ah your name

How I wish I could eradicate it from my soul
  Apr 2021 thispanman
Diana
You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.
  Apr 2021 thispanman
kmr
My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.
Yesterday, April 8th, was my birthday. I wrote this poem two years ago, when I was 19 almost 20, and on my 22nd birthday I find that the website selected it as a daily and I have all these wonderful people saying wonderful things about my poetry. Thank you Hello Poetry, and thank you everyone else. This was the best birthday present I could have even gotten. (04/09/2021)
  Apr 2021 thispanman
David Løkken
Have you ever felt the silence?
The silence that drags you down,
into to the dark void where everything feels... empty.

The emptiness makes you gasp for air and wish you could turn off your mind.
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