Forgetton poems on Hello Poetry

prettii eyz Jul 2016

I am use to it being put last
Nobody cares ..nobody even ask ..i sit here everyday battling depression and suicide everyday trying not to lose to the battle ..being forgetton before u even die show u wat world we live in
Beign forgetten just shows ur suicidal thoughts where right this whole time . And the worst part bout being forgotten is when your own family forgets about you making u feel like **** its crazy nobody sees the signs at all so being forgotten shows me when i take my own life nobody will miss me nobody will care because i am already dead.
So when they lay me down to rest i dont want to see that u love me and u will never forget me because you already forgetten me when i am right here !!
~prettii eyz

Jesse Davey Nov 2015

Soul Mate

It's Dark in here.

I feel the Cold against the pores of my skin. Raw, Numb.
I draw a breath. The air - Icy, Damp and Wet.

I'm trapped inside the forgetton area of my Heart which beats so slowly, almost stopped.
The space in all our Hearts which we do not acknowledge exists.

It's Dark in here.

I'm locked, jailed, forbidden to leave.
I'm a prisinor of my own soul.
Despair my Prison Guards.
Hopelessness my Warden.
Loneliness my Executioner.

It's Dark in here.

I'm beginning to fade. I want to be free, and I think there is only One way. One way to stop the Cold. One way to escape. Yes, there is only One way to find any peace.
I am enveloped in a darkness that is strangling the spark from my existence.

It's Dark in here, without You.

You.

You, the one who is the Light to my Darkness.
The Solution to my life's question.
The Laughter to my sadness.
The Fulfilment to my utter emptiness.
The Warmth to my bitterly cold existence.
The Cure to my terminal sickness.
The Soul Mate to my heart.

It's not Dark here anymore. For when I think of you, I am Free.

#love #freedom #hate #sadness #friendship #girlfriend #light #warmth #loneliness #soulmate

James Tuohy Apr 2010

Sorry Writings

I can feel my heart in two places at once, a dividing line of broken fines. The pain of an existential winter blowing down my spine. The papercut daydreams that i can't memorize. Lead me to believe iam just caution tape on the investigation scene. Each cold sunrise leads me to believe i will always be lonely like the trees. And this bed of bandaids has me disgusing every painful nail coursing through my veins.

These leisureless habits have me question for right and wrong conditions. It makes it all easier to say sorry writings on the wall, yet the pen never has enough ink to explain the ending. I will send no letters, only pieces of forgetton times. I hope that you pay the fines that hold me to the sorry writings.

Lady Bird Jun 2016

DENIAL

behind the deep scars
of a sadden soul
stained with pain
a heart so fragile
cant easily spot all
the falling lies

hard as stone
stained cheeks
a false smile
belly knots and ties
all because of the
over lapping lies

even though
there is a door
tightly nailed shut
through its crevices
are broken hopes
and shattered dreams

eyes droping tears
slowly reflecting
forgetton wounds
of hurt and pain
believe it or not
denial does exist

#heart #eyes #tears #hope #dreams #thoughts #shattered #denial #reflecting

Masedi Jun 2022

The rapture

We have given you all kinds of names
But they all bubble up to one.
You aimlessly float around,
so beautiful,
So fragile,
Only you have the courage to be so vulnerable.

Around you we shrink and worship your magnificence
We want to hold you,
But we are afraid,
Afraid you might burst,
We had forgotten
Forgetton your true nature
irregardless of whether we reach out or not .
You will rapture.

Sprinkinling your remains on us
Slowly you seep in.
unseen,
unheard
You make your way to our hearts, again.
Ohh love, you are such an interesting phenomenon.

Love .

#love #bubbles

Brandt Hott Jul 2020

If I could

If I could find a way to express in words what I feel, then that would be a small triumph in this wall of mirrors where I find myself. I had thought, and maybe was thinking a little too far ahead of the ending. For that I suppose I could ponder an idea or 2. It wasn't that I really didn't have a focus at that particular moment, it was because I felt such an irking to lurk a little more in some other less ventured avenues. It really wasn't on purpose and I'm sorry if anyone felt so left out, but in other words, I guess or suppose, I could had put just a little bit more coal on the fire because everyone seemed to have gotten really cold to the point that they had forgetton why they even came in the first place. I should had listened to my shadow, or the happier ones because they ofcourse had a different plan or motive. I jest or put in jest the same idea. To be is divine, to understand the same is a fools undertaking.

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