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I have gone through the pain those whom are close know. I have endured it all. Theres those whom pity me or my life. I ask for no pity of those. Nor sadness. I only ask as of eyes upon my passion. My life. It is not one to say its well. Its not quite easy but ive dealt. I may have broken but i musnt say im no queen. I may feel deep pain from a time, A time called the past. I've learned. My past is not to consume whom I am. My past is a story. Its my pain i hold yes. It still hurts me to the present day. I've come to know my pain dearly well. But i've turned pain. Death defying pain into wisdom and strength. Ive become the queen i was. I've only became stronger through the time being. Pain kills but also heals. -Lovey
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
Strength
when things go wrong as they sometimes will when the road your trudging seems all up hill. When funds are low and the debts are high you want to smile but you have to sigh. When care is pressing you down abit rest if you must but dont you quit. Life is qwere with its twists and turns as everyone of us sometimes learns. And many a faliure has turned about, when they might have won had they stuck it out. Dont give up though the pay seems slow you may succeed with another blow. Often the goal is nearer thanit seems to have fainted the faulterirng man. Often the strugler has given up when he might of captured the victors cup and he learned to late when the night slipped down how close he was to the golden crown. Success is failure turned inside out the silver tint of the clouds of doubt and you never can tell how close you are you may be near when it seems so far so stick to the fight when your heart is thick. Its when things seem worse when you musnt give up.
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Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
Dont quit
when things go wrong as they sometimes will when the road your trudging seems all up hill. When funds are low and the debts are high you want to smile but you have to sigh. When care is pressing you down abit rest if you must but dont you quit. Life is qwere with its twists and turns as everyone of us sometimes learns. And many a faliure has turned about, when they might have won had they stuck it out. Dont give up though the pay seems slow you may succeed with another blow. Often the goal is nearer thanit seems to have fainted the faulterirng man. Often the strugler has given up when he might of captured the victors cup and he learned to late when the night slipped down how close he was to the golden crown. Success is failure turned inside out the silver tint of the clouds of doubt and you never can tell how close you are you may be near when it seems so far so stick to the fight when your heart is thick. Its when things seem worse when you musnt give up.
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Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
Dont quit
when things go wrong as they sometimes will when the road your trudging seems all up hill. When funds are low and the debts are high you want to smile but you have to sigh. When care is pressing you down abit rest if you must but dont you quit. Life is qwere with its twists and turns as everyone of us sometimes learns. And many a faliure has turned about, when they might have won had they stuck it out. Dont give up though the pay seems slow you may succeed with another blow. Often the goal is nearer thanit seems to have fainted the faulterirng man. Often the strugler has given up when he might of captured the victors cup and he learned to late when the night slipped down how close he was to the golden crown. Success is failure turned inside out the silver tint of the clouds of doubt and you never can tell how close you are you may be near when it seems so far so stick to the fight when your heart is thick. Its when things seem worse when you musnt give up.
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Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
Dont quit
when things go wrong as they sometimes will when the road your trudging seems all up hill. When funds are low and the debts are high you want to smile but you have to sigh. When care is pressing you down abit rest if you must but dont you quit. Life is qwere with its twists and turns as everyone of us sometimes learns. And many a faliure has turned about, when they might have won had they stuck it out. Dont give up though the pay seems slow you may succeed with another blow. Often the goal is nearer thanit seems to have fainted the faulterirng man. Often the strugler has given up when he might of captured the victors cup and he learned to late when the night slipped down how close he was to the golden crown. Success is failure turned inside out the silver tint of the clouds of doubt and you never can tell how close you are you may be near when it seems so far so stick to the fight when your heart is thick. Its when things seem worse when you musnt give up.
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Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
Dont quit
when things go wrong as they sometimes will when the road your trudging seems all up hill. When funds are low and the debts are high you want to smile but you have to sigh. When care is pressing you down abit rest if you must but dont you quit. Life is qwere with its twists and turns as everyone of us sometimes learns. And many a faliure has turned about, when they might have won had they stuck it out. Dont give up though the pay seems slow you may succeed with another blow. Often the goal is nearer thanit seems to have fainted the faulterirng man. Often the strugler has given up when he might of captured the victors cup and he learned to late when the night slipped down how close he was to the golden crown. Success is failure turned inside out the silver tint of the clouds of doubt and you never can tell how close you are you may be near when it seems so far so stick to the fight when your heart is thick. Its when things seem worse when you musnt give up.
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Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
Dont quit
I look down at my arm, there's a scared wrist but no fresh cuts. I look down at my thighs and there were no burns recently snuck. I came along way and I seen a loy of better days. The sun is out for its first time and as I place my hands on my cheeks theyre finally dry. But I still miss it... I still miss it.. Who could ever save me from he world I seem to always go back to? Who could ever be my rehab for the addiction my demons make me do? Could it be you? Could it be you that makes all my gray skies blue? And could it be you to blind all my old scars so they can never see the new?   But with the fantasies I been visiting, I dont understand why I still miss it. And with the fantasies I been visiting I dont understand why Im scared to live life happy like this. Is it because my skies never stay blue before? Is it because my scars never stay old for a day or more? Whatever it is its got me... because I still miss it. I still miss it.. Darling goodbye id hate for you to see me this way. Darling goodbye you musnt see me bleeding today. Im sorry that I still miss it.. darling im sorry that I will always miss it.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
Darling, I still miss it.
Maybe I'm tired. What if I told you I couldn't remember the last time I've gotten more than seven hourse of sleep? Would you believe me? I could be lying to you. I could be lying about staying up, starring at my ceiling with bloodshot eyes, thinking about what a girl, with purple hair and a heart, that once used to be so cold, told me words that i never wanted to hear. Even if it might have only been in a dream Evenifitdidntmakemefeelanything Imtootired Tofeelanything Maybe you'd believe me if I described it with intricate detail? How The air was cold and the blanket I slept with didnt quite cover my shoulders or my feet How the coldness touching my skin Just matched the temperature Inside my chest and how The side of my bed dipped from Broken metal springs Just like my bones That felt close to dust Because of the exhaustion Dripping Off of my being How the red numbers on my alarm clock were six minutes too far From the present and How the metal rings on my right hand Cut into My skin But not enough to break the surface How the hours passed And i did not blink I could not look Away From the glowing stars I so oh Deperately wanted to return to To recycle myself into this earth And maybe have a slight chance Of giving back Some Of all that I have taken from it If It meant I wouldnt be so tired But I could be lying. I could be. What if I am? If I told you I was, would you believe me? Maybe not Because only someone who has felt like that can put it into pretty words? So I musnt be lying?
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Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 10:51 PM UTC
Tired
Maybe I'm tired. What if I told you I couldn't remember the last time I've gotten more than seven hourse of sleep? Would you believe me? I could be lying to you. I could be lying about staying up, starring at my ceiling with bloodshot eyes, thinking about what a girl, with purple hair and a heart, that once used to be so cold, told me words that i never wanted to hear. Even if it might have only been in a dream Evenifitdidntmakemefeelanything Imtootired Tofeelanything Maybe you'd believe me if I described it with intricate detail? How The air was cold and the blanket I slept with didnt quite cover my shoulders or my feet How the coldness touching my skin Just matched the temperature Inside my chest and how The side of my bed dipped from Broken metal springs Just like my bones That felt close to dust Because of the exhaustion Dripping Off of my being How the red numbers on my alarm clock were six minutes too far From the present and How the metal rings on my right hand Cut into My skin But not enough to break the surface How the hours passed And i did not blink I could not look Away From the glowing stars I so oh Deperately wanted to return to To recycle myself into this earth And maybe have a slight chance Of giving back Some Of all that I have taken from it If It meant I wouldnt be so tired But I could be lying. I could be. What if I am? If I told you I was, would you believe me? Maybe not Because only someone who has felt like that can put it into pretty words? So I musnt be lying?
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Boys can go either way They can make you laugh They can try and play a game. Make you cry and feel alone And love the sound of your own name There was a boy who did both And im not ashamed That i used to love this boy Until he put me in pain And still i tried And ignored my cries Until i saw the signs And saw the game was played And althought i tried to be fine I just couldnt stay. And now theres a different boy. One who makes me smile In way that makes me see That its been awhile. Im not saying im in love, Or even fully in like But its nice to talk to a boy Who can Brighten my dark night. I know i musnt rush it Or try and choose my fate But lets just truly hope That good things come to those who wait.
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Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 11:37 PM UTC
B O Y
As a tear rolled down my eye I stopped to look around For I had to say goodbye This was the life I'd known These were the boarders of my life These four walls were what I called home I'm starting a new chapter in my book Going on a new adventure in life No matter whats behind me, I musnt look It doesn't do well to dwell on the past Because even if we do look back Our future is coming, and its coming fast. While there was love, laughter, and sometimes anger I hope that you'll never in my life be a stranger.
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC
Change
Solid's in the past. I see it now. This is it. Too late. Too afraid. Too many doubts. I musnt leave. I accelerate. No, No. Too much anger. Too much hate. I am needed. This isnt fate. This isnt it... I fall. Not slowing down. Eye to eye with heaven. I hit the ground. Taken over by god. I open up. Deafened by grief. Misled by lust. Blinded by shadows. Your eyes I can refine. Tears in yours. Nothing in mine.
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Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 4:06 PM UTC
final moments.