#lost poems on Hello Poetry

Isaac 3h

Shades

colors mix together; the grass looks teal
the sky's not clear, but I wear shades
with dark blue lenses, wishing
that my life was different

all around me unseen hues are gazing
my distant mind's at rest without a clue
of what it must accept when seeing true

an open book for
people who aren't there
alone, I feel as if they stare
the weight of life, I cannot bear
coping with this, I must not care

living is painful; will fantasy fade?
I'm numb to it all, ignoring what's real

#life #soul #pain #lost

Heidi Franke 1d

Skinned Alive

I'm a shell
My soul has left
Empty as can be
Space that's left
Is not me

I'm useless
As a highway
Without cars
I might as well
Be on Mars

I'm gone
But still alive
Like stars persist
Until the light is gone
My body insists

I'm a circumference
The boundary surrounds
Dry carcass bone
I care not
Just lost-and-found

I won't return
To my body of ruin
Burial plans made
Threaded into a patchwork quilt
Upstaged and waylaid

I'm now safe outside
Myself
I see you looking in
She is gone from her
Forever now thick and thin

I'm tired of sycophants
Complicit in democracy's destuction
By their hands, skinned alive
I left my body today
In order to survive

I'm so tired of my brain, my overthinking, the world's judges, the loss of democracy with an evil idiot wanna be dictator. I'm tired of those sync pants who voted for the destruction of democracy. I'm skinned alive. It hurts. Today I left my body to survive.

#body #gone #burial #highway #skinned #alive #destroy #democracy #sycophants #lost

Maria 2d

Countdown

Ten –
I loved you much
Nine –
As not anyone before.
Eight –
I forgave you a lot of
Seven –
Falsehood and lots more.
Six –
I threw into whirlpool.
Five –
I suffered meanness.
Four –
When it was cold,
Three –
I gave up proudness.
Two –
I waited for love in return,
One –
But I didn’t wait.
While I was waiting for your love,
My love got lost for late.

#countdown #falsehood #meanness #proudness #love #lost

Antonia 2d

not good enough

anxiety attack
sweat down my back

sleepless nights
and walking nightmares

I am being followed everywhere,
my own shadows are ahead of me

they lead the way,
and have me doubt
each step, each word, each thought
they crawl from underneath my skin
they mock, they push, they scream

“not good enough “
-agin, they bluff

every time I am getting closer to being the person I wish to be, time and time again they reappear, and try to drag me back, into my endless self doubt pits.

#shadow #selfdoubt #struggle #anxiety #stress #deceiving #lost #scream #nightmares

Frances 3d

Gangrene under the green

Cursed in my daze
Need to be saved by a omnipotent ombudsman
The longevity of my loss of luck
Lonesome underground
Rather be burned in ashes
To one day be replanted
Being eaten alive doesn't sound like a dream of mine
Paying it forward through my sacrifice
In this air I never felt well
Loss of sleep gave me bags to keep
Desensitized from reality
The more I see
The more I feel dead as I speak
Stop before you get close to me
My soul isn’t lost
My body is just gone
Temporarily

#lost #soul #empty #darkness

Repentant 5d

That time of the night

Night
Darkness of the light
Losing every love
Suffocated with my own hands
As this might be my loss
This might seem a lot
Looking at you right with my own hands
Day
Shining rays of the dark
Gaining every hate
Suffering the blade
As might be my gain
This might seem a little
Looking at me with no hands
Antique white lie
Let me go now
Like a relief to the house
Of my past to get it back with the truth
Autocorrected once
Autistic child of life
Schizophrenic paranoia of love
And the exposure that might come out
Strongly as it was

Wish to be read

#lost

fizbett 6d

Where it Hurt, Once

At first it’s raw, bleeding, inescapable
Then it scabs over,
and you think you’re fine
until you accidentally brush against it
and realize it still stings.
Everything stings.
Eventually, it fades into a scar
to a faint mark,
to nothing at all.
But even when the skin looks untouched,
you still remember where it was,
you remember how you got it.
These scars
they change the way you move,
the way you react,
the way you guard yourself
And maybe that’s the hardest part—
not the pain itself,
but the fact that even after
it’s gone,
you’re not the same person
who got hurt in the first place.

#scars #recovery #change #memory #blood #hurt #pain #lost