Ithink poems on Hello Poetry

PK Wakefield Apr 2010

ithink

when

ithink

on that idea
that is
me

i

question its
validity

Isabella Rizzo Nov 2016

Ithink

I've never been in love before,
nor has anyone ever been in love with me,
I think.
But I think I might be able to love you,
and I think you might even decide to love me back.
Not yet, of course.
Right now I just like you.
Right now I am just very much in like with you.
And I think you're in like with me too.
I think.

raw with love Apr 2014

reasons

i think about the girls
in my class;
the one we have
an inside joke with,
tho we have nothing
else in common;
the one who plucks
my eyebrows
and asks me for
advice and
help with homework;
the one who thinks
i'm a nice person;
the one to whom
no one else is nice;
the one who likes
to hug me all the time
and calls me a friend;
the one who adores
chanel and likes
to talk to me
sometimes and sits
next to me in chem class;
the one i used to be friends
with but we fell out
though we still talk sometimes.
i think about
the other girls
from the golden five;
the two who are
inseparable and
nice to me and
understand me somehow;
the one who
shares my fandoms
and i can vaguely call
an actual friend;
the one i grew up
with who drools
over tom hiddleston
and sherlock and
books with me.
i think about
my literature teacher
who told me
she loves me
and about my
english teacher
who hugs me when
she's proud of me.
i think about
all the other teachers
who call me
exceptional.
i think about
the boy who used
to be my best friend
for two years
but we drifted apart
and yet he'd still
call me if he needed someone.
ithink about
the girl i stalk and
whom i send sweet messages to.
i think about
T. whom i love dearly
and V. whom i love dearly
and N. whom i love dearly
and M. whom i love dearly.
i think about my
sun and stars
who breathes for me,
my knight,
my heart.
i think about
the boy i love
and how even though
he said goodbye
he's "not indifferent"
(and about a promise
i made),
and about his mother
who adores me.

i think about my
mother who loves me the most
about my father
who calls me
princess
about my brother
who pulls my hair.
about my grandparents
and aunt and cousin,
about my mother's
best friends.

and then
i ask myself
"if all these people
are going to cry
if i happen to die,
if all these people
will lose sleep
and scream into
their pillows at night
and ask themselves why,
what does it matter
that i
don't
love
myself?"

#suicide #depression

PEARL SMOKE Sep 2014

why?

Why iS iT So Hard?
iJust Want To Drop iT All. The Past
And The Sickening
Memories. My addictive mind
Cause iReminice About
It heavily.
Every day, every second iThink
About it
Just Crosses My mind not intentionally.
When iM Sad And Blue Racing Thoughts Start running
To me.
The High Life Part begins to trigger
Me, flashbacks
Of How it all was, twacked out
Plays nonstop
Im maintaing my sobriety but im
Worried my
Manipulative side mentality blinds me.

Hannah Chin Oct 2018

the battle within

deephate
lossand anguish
it all mixesinto onelargemess
somewords dont eventouch thisfeeling
myeyes areallout of tears and hanghalfclosed
or is it halfopen to you whofeel
myheart—does itevenbeat
hard totell
youcant know
whati befeeling
howcan you foolsunderstand
youwant tohelp then LEAVEMEALONE
theresnothing youcando
tosave mefromthis
pit
of
des-
pair
ilike theblack
ofthis smallroom
iusedto likepink
iwanted
tobe
apretty princess
andlive inacastle witha
kingso kind
butdreams dont
cometrue
learnthisnow
youfools
dreams
are
like
pa-
per
burningin
theFLAMES
OFHELL
just
like
me
.
.
.
.
do
not
give up
myChild
I still loveyou
myChild
youvegone farther
than
rockbottom
butlisten
to
Me
listen
listenlisten
toMe
.
.
.
.
I
THOUGHT
I GOTRIDOF
YOU
HOWDARE YOU
COMEINTO
THIS
SOULOFMINE
LEAVEHER
ALONE
you are
so
alone
myfriend
cantyousee
noonecares about
you
theylie
when theysay
dothose fools
listentomee
tome
listen
to
me
.
.
.
.
thischaos
inside
icannotcontrol
itatall
iwantto
SCREAMAND
SHOUTbut
icant
i wantto
crybut icant
letgo
of
me
setme
FREE
p
l
e
a
s
e
.
.
.
.
up
uplook
upMy
Child
iamnot faraway
letyourheart
beat
beat
beat
again
takemy hand
myChild
iwill
neverleave
younor forsake
you myChild
istill
love
you
.
.
.
.
is
that
alight
itsbeenso
dark for solong
imnot evensure what
lightlooks like
do i dareto hope
dare tolook
up
up
up
.
.
.
.
YOU
FOOL
thereis nolight
light doesnot exist
ithought youwould have
LEARNEDTHIS BY NOW
theonly waytogo is
down
down
down
.
.
.
.
here
iam
myChild
here i am
take my
hand
please dontlook
down
dontlook
down
i
still
loveyou
myChild
ido
i
do
.
.
.
.
i
cant
lookdown
doi darelook up
amieven worthit
thelight
is
faint
butican
see
it
clear
as day
.
.
.
.
NO
YOUFOOL
you arenot worthy
you cannot hope
donteven try
hope
is
frail
youcant
trust
hope
.
.
.
.
i
surprise
myself
istill
look up
ithink maybe
there is a littlehope
maybethere
is a little
hope
.
.
.
.
yes
myChild
there is hope
still look up and see
the light gets
bigger
warmer
see me here
I still love
you
myChild
I still love you
.
.
.
.
NO YOU FOOL
no you fool
no
you
fool
.
.
.
.
the
light
is warm
the light is
bright
i
like
the light
i like
the
light
.
.
.
.
no
dont leaveme
here alone
listen to me
one last
time
.
.
.
.
LEAVE
MYCHILD ALONE
myChild
you are
safe
here in
the
light
you are safe
here in the light
i still love you.

I originally wanted to write something about suicide but this came out in the end. This is about a battle that most people can't see. But it is a battle that goes on within all of us.

#battle #salvation #love

petergorwin Jun 2014

Pixels

Now when I try to stream our verse
It pauses while loading and feels rehearsed
The images of you I keep downloaded in my mind now seem repressed
download, upload, Refresh, so frequently they look compressed

iThink iFeel Galaxy10.U swiped from my mind face first
Remember we HD and pixel free, so refreshing we quenched our thirst
our circuits fried, finally dried, ready, reset, I'm impressed
Without you, I'm feeling much less Depressed.

Teresa Sep 14

The sunset.

The sunset.
The sunset aurifies her hazel eyes.
The sunset makes me ache to reach out and touch her. Taste her.
As I stare, I wonder if she knows.
If she knows how I think of her.
If she knows, I dream about us every night.
Alas, I turn my head back and stare at the sunset. Ithink about how beautiful it is.
She's as beautiful as this sunset.
Maybe she thinks the same of me.
The sunset.

#iloveyou #bestfriend #sunset

Eve Jun 2019

Little Doll

Spin spin Spin

Spin little doll

Lacquered wood

Years take their toll

But you always could

Dance Dance Dance

Dance little doll

Crimson paint

Sparks in dark coal

Arms in gentle faint

Sing Sing sin-

Little doll

Night dark lips

Crushed scarlet cheeks

Shoulder full o’ chips

Gears twist twist creeeaaak

Play play PLAY

Little doll girl

MaSteR of THe gAMe

Singing Sweetly Darkly

HoLDER of-of-of-of-of thE CHAINs

Spinning spinning spinning

Spinspinspinspinspinspinspinspin

Sp

S

S

Singing Darkly

Danceing Dar-

Dark Swans

SpinningSPinningSPIN

Roundandroundandroundandround

HeLP mE HelP ME Help ME

liTTle DolL

I ThInK-kkergljsenifh08q7er-k

I

I

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Ithink I’M GOing

CraZY

Jacqueline Oct 2017

Evangeline

This name fills me with so many emotions
Rage, sadness, regret

This name belongs to nobody I’ve met
This name belongs to someone so innocent

I don’t want to know you, Evangeline

I feel so ashamed that I hate you
I shouldn’t be so selfish

Yet he was mine and now he’s belongs to her
He doesn’t speak to me

Ithink of him so often

Does he remember?
When we first kissed

Telling me he loves me
Saying he will marry me

I hate the name of Evangeline
Because that name means something

It means that she exists
She, this little baby of his

The baby that will never be mine

ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket Jan 2020

Untitled

Life is funny Ithink about it everyday
Give give give give
U til u have nothing left

nvinn fonia Oct 2023

Untitled

ithink ishould start drinking again ops i forgot i never used to drink well wel well this is surprising

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