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"escapril" poems
awoken by your lullaby i find myself on the sand the waves crash the wind blows where am I? who knows
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 10:08 PM UTC
dawn [escapril, 1]
speaking is a performance the moment someone listens i'm put on a stage with a little number in the corner of my view grading my performance grading how well i do so when the audience goes home and they all fall asleep it leaves just my mirror and I and the clock that reads three practicing, practicing, just talking to me and though i ramble and ramble as if someone were there i enjoy that i am alone that no one is there to hear the last mistake i just made :) .................... oh my god were you listening to me the entire time-
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Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 2:11 AM UTC
is anyone listening? (escapril, 3)
I've always desired to become older to become stronger, more experienced, more alive, so that they would listen so that my pain would have meaning so that every time I cried it was worth making a noise but here I am. the migraines last longer. my patience runs shorter. if a sleep a moment past two I fall apart- I am weak. and haven't improved the slightest since then. I can work a million years and run a million miles, chasing those dreams and the warmth of their fleeting joy, but I'll always come back to you, my stupid, original self. because no one cares if a baby were to cry, such a thing is normal. your pain is normal; there are those who have it worse therefore I will ignore you, as you are worthless, and I lose none when you are in pain. I have nothing left to bargain, to make you feel the need to care, you looked behind the curtain, you know me too well. My lies no longer enchant you. You know how worthless I am. And so here I am, sitting in square one with tears that pass by discreetly, falling in their silence.
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Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 10:29 PM UTC
growth and decay [escapril, day 2]
i'm breathing in and out out and in in and out I'm breathing to resuscitate my lungs i just came from a date with a panic attack we freaked out together and flashed back to good ol' narcan time. breathing is hard. but this is a new time a new start to see how long i can go
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 3:10 PM UTC
escapril- a fresh start