kathleen

kathleen 1d

ribs

Once upon a day quite boring.
As I wondered, Weak and hungry.
I studied the fridge full and waxing, bursting with the pure love of man.
While i looked, nearly clapping,
Spotting the ribs upon their racking.
Glazed and glistening, gently stacking—heaven’s feast at my command.
Ribs so tender, richly stacking—heaven’s feast at my command.

for funsiess

kathleen 2d

Afraid

I’m afraid you don’t feel the same.
I’m afraid no one does.
I’m afraid I’m keeping people from being their best.
I’m afraid I’m holding them back.
I’m afraid that I’m one of the weights on their shoulders.
I’m afraid if I follow through, I won’t be letting them free.
I’m afraid that I’ll just be letting go of something worth keeping.
I’m afraid that my life is worth living, and I’m wasting it.

kathleen Mar 26

Hoping

They say it’ll get better soon,
That someday I’ll feel ok again,
And I just need to wait it out.
So I’ll believe them.
So if I die still in this hole of hurt
At least I’ll have died hoping
That there was a light at the end of
The tunnel.

Mar 26

Lyle

Tell me

tell me what you see
when you look at me
of course you see the same thing
the same thing I see

of course you see the same
ugliness and darkness
of course you notice
the emptiness and worthlessness

of course you see the same
because there's no prettiness
no worth, no light, no fulfillment
Tell me how you notice the things you say you do!

Mar 24

Ari

the invisible pain

I often look across my skin
for a cut or bruise,
a scratch paper thin,
just for a glimpse,
of the pain within.

Everyone's scars seem laid bare,
others helping them with care,
the pain I feel
seems all but real,
cause no one reaches,
no one tries,
to see the hurt
behind my eyes.

I always feel like my internal turmoil is just my delusions,
and that I'm just fine and I'm only acting stupid.. I tried so ******* this poem T.T Also give me tag ideas, im still pretty new here idk what to put...

Edit: *** how did this go viral I’m so happy :D

kathleen Mar 24

not allowed

You’re not allowed to be different because then you’re just begging for attention.
You’re not allowed to be the same because then you’re not unique.

You’re not allowed to look too nice because then you’re a
try-hard.
You’re not allowed to look laid back because then, are you even trying?

You’re not allowed to be friends with too many boys because then you’re a pick-me.
You’re not allowed to only be friends with girls because then you’re obviously a lesbian.

You’re not allowed to wait until marriage because then you’re a *****.
You’re not allowed to be experienced because then what man would want you? You ****.

You’re not allowed to be too fat because then you’ve let yourself go, and you’re such a pig.
You’re not allowed to be too skinny because then you’re sickly, and why won’t you just eat?

You’re not allowed to speak up about the cruelties of man because you’ll ruin his life, and you were asking for it.
You’re not allowed to stay quiet because why didn’t you tell us? I would’ve supported you.

You’re supposed to be perfect, but not so perfect you drag down other people.

But we’re all just girls and women, and why can’t you just let me be?
I’m just trying to find my place in the world.

We’re all the same and all so different, all unique, and we all can relate to the social pressure of being all of us women.

Mar 6

Mary Huxley

Unspoken

I carry worlds within my chest,
silent storms I don’t confess.
A smile, a nod,a quiet plea,
hoping someone sees through me.