Laghing poems on Hello Poetry

keissy Apr 2014

i looked at the mirror and i see nothing important,
i just see me ,thats it ,thats all i see,
im NOT important,!!!!
i dont see nothing special on me,
every one have something good,
i dont,
they got good phones,beats,tablets,ipads,iphones,
i dont,,,,,,
that dosent make me different tought,does it?
no cuz material is not important!!!
maybe if i get an iphone ill be important,
they be laghing at me cuz i dont got one,
whats the difference tough?
im a human,im a person,
now i look at the mirror and i see my reflection,
wich it reflects a stong person a person who have a lot show,
if you dont wanna see that person then dont do it but thats all it matter

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Kole J McNeil Sep 2020

Anxious All The Time

Hi i say

wait was that right
is that to informal
is it to formal
stop talking
your embarrassing yourself

How was your day?
No thats not right
ask them how they are
ask them if they are happy

"How are you?" they ask

Say fine
do they actully care
why are they talking to you
why are you standing there

"time to leave!"

Do you have your wallet
where is your mask
why do you look like that

(kids laghing in the hallway)

They are laghing at you
you should change
why do you dress like that

"bed time"

Did you trun off the light
did you brush your teeth
make sure you check under your bed 3 times
make sure the light is actually off
go check again

"hey how was you day. I'm so tired."

text back
but wait a secon
dont let them think your despreat to talk to them
wait do they actully want to talk to you

"Hello???..."
...
...
...

"good night"

Why didn't you respond
no they didn't want to talk to you anyway
go to sleep

(starts screaming)

wakes up in a cold sweat
you shouldn't have called your teacher mum in 3rd grade
why did you
re think that conversation

Looks at the blade

Don't do it
your freinds will worry
no they won't
they don't care

Pulls balde across

no more pain

Good bye

always anxious

#anxiety #selfharm #depression

Michael John Oct 2020

my biog

My biog-
now so
a dog
a hog
slurp do
**** the
marrow-
i stood lonely
by a bog
and angels song
beckoned to
me
a monkey
a cat
should
i have gone
slipped
in to
the fog
what price
hesitation
a mice
a rat
some one
else
always
not me
o
there songs
beauty
I
listening
rapt
lah
lahg
laghing
laughth
laugh
so merry
Singing
!
should
I
I
go..

ii

that is one
i thought
but at
evil
lurked
with
sparked eye

near and in
o golly
somewhere
near
angel song
wickedness
asunder
there

dark willed
patient as
long
waited
i stood
waiting..

iii

o
then i spun
the devils crown!
an old crow
grinning

the badness
of so
much
just too
much

castigated to
such
an effed
place
some

disgraced
settled
by
adjacent
wickedness
o!

and laid
bare!
by a bog
i wonder
what happened..

iii

i lost my shoe
in the mud
not a pathfinder
(i may add)
the voices
levitated
out the water
and sung
i thought
what is this
the devil
shone near
too many
fruit gums
i controlled
the mix
the women
were beautiful
in the quiet
no birds
or trees
nothing
but these
exquisite
voices
i wondered
what was amiss
did they want
something?
sometimes a child
with too much
time
i was 9
or i was ten..

iii

i went many
times
well
three or four

each time the
same
voices
singing

lonely child
halucinating
already old
confused

was it love
generated
from within
my
brain

mayhap
should i have
stepped in
a front
page headline

of the local
gazette
was it just
to put
some fear
in

standing
by
a bog
an incident
from my biog..
to sell copies

no
i am on page
40
i can not
write prose
but some may
say
worse

a little boy
of nine
and a haunting
or a vision
or a battle
tween good
and evil..

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