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"fcked" poems
Tired of the lies Tired of the weakness I feel inside So many years So much time Effort to just get fcked Wouldn't it be my luck Lucky enough to fall in love with my best friend Took me three years to let you in Didn't immediately allow the love to flow Scared to lose a friend But ended up gaining a lover 3 years together and you made me a mother Beautiful daughter Smart as fck Then you started fcken up The lies just to get what you want What was the purpose Of making me happy to play me like a game Being in love wasn't enough in your brain I'm tired of the mistrust and hurt I don't think I will ever love again But why did you do this to me , my best friend ? Why does it feel like I belong in your arms but you hurt me and drive me insane ? Why does it feel like regardless of all the games when we touch we are meant to stay ? No one attracts me in any which way But I'm letting go of all ties I never want to get hurt with all the lies Time heals all they tell me All the same How can you forget someone who impacted your life in so many dramatic ways . . . Staying strong and never looking back cause what the heart wants hurts me real bad . .
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
Tired
Where did you go? My strong grandfather lying dead in his coffin still and lifeless Once the picture of manliness strength, masculinity and health now a lifeless corpse Like a human sized robot with a miniature pilot a pilot that simply left and a biological suit just lies there Unable to even open his eyes or move a muscle I don't understand death I don't get what it is The pilot leaves and goes where? Alone in a room with a white coffin and my grandfather's corpse I stand and try to get a hold on the moment Leaving me fcked up Searching for meaning
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
Where did the pilot go?
I go to the washroom to freshen up The bar is loud I smell something familiar Smells like you It smells like you Comfort I don't want to lose you I'm sorry I'm ****** I know We're fcked We know
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC
sorry's
When everyone's started to be an eyesore, When everything made me swore, Feelin' ****** wherever I go, Should I just follow the flow? Nothing much to be said, I'd rather kept silent; and let the noise stayed in my head, No one cares,instead being ignored is what I get. My heart is filled with hatred, My ego is not going to be shattered, My voices are unheard, Feels like to rip everyone's shirts! I tried to calm myself down, I repeated it for one more round and I heard a sound That happiness is not easily to be found. a.b
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
Fcked up poem
I agree theirs two worlds The world you let others see And the one you write The shame you feel , you hide it away The hurt and pain closed and locked up with a key The things you feel but do not say You eyes reveal . . What you really feel Glossy from so much pain Stronger you are yet you hide behind this facade No one can feel your pain But through you words you let people in . . Inside of your brain as mixxy and crazy as it is I write and speak my mind without saying it out loud I conceal my face feeling a disgrace *** is she another one of those girls who got fcked over and fell on her face Was in the top of the world and lost her grace ? So much gossip but I can't relate Don't want to hear anyone say my name Close my eyes and make others looking in go away Far away from the truth of my words Go away from the sorrows I will say Go away far far away . . What will they think . .
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
Afraid
Drunk with evening dew, and the wind blows cold as midnight nears the white light on the edge of our queen sized minds and then we fcked and his voice choked the warmth of tenderness; in spite pursued how far away what they seem when do we arrest he explosion of which came partly disguised their own concerns. After dinner she remained in bed sight sought for quantities of absent lovers upwards each prose disclosing underneath the dawning gray
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
Upwards Rose
my showers, stinging my meals, none my friends, equally as fcked up my mind, hollow my heart, beating my purpose, lost my scars, visceral my will, dead my sleep, awakening my dreams, comforting my reality, daunting my life, ending.
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 3:19 PM UTC
3:19am