Hi! I mainly write poems but love writing and this app is the only truly kind/nice social media there is lol. Anyway hope you enjoy! :) (Love to write but can’t spell and can’t do grammar )
Hi! I mainly write poems but love writing and this app is the only truly kind/nice social media there is lol. Anyway hope you enjoy! :) (Love to write but can’t spell and can’t do grammar )
I thought I would never find you
I thought my shattered pieces were too small to find
To sharp to touch
But somehow you hold me
You hold my fragmented mind
My fragile figure
You like me
Just a tad you say
Oh my god when you say my name
When you say my name I feel like I could fly
Say it over and over again
Oh my god I love it
Your so sweet
And not in the way they were
Not the sickly sweet taste ...
You’re a collector
Collecting us all like dolls
Just to sit on your wall
When our plastic limbs try to move
Your hands pull us from the shelf, playing with us
Creating a world where we are friends
Where the permanent marker on our faces, lips, hair
Are all washed out
But you don’t understand were not porcelain
With vacant eyes
waiting to be filled with life
Saying the cracks in our hollow skulls...
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The emptiness of your open arms
Embracing my tears
Letting them soak your sleeves
I hold you
As you hold
Me
We write together
Laugh together
Everyday
Everyday I look out your starry eyes
Every night we the look at the starry night
I still remember
I still remember the tears I cried with out you
The things I wrote with out you
The laughs I haven’t had
Even as I sit here
By the dirt of yo...
NOT PROMPT
I thought we could be mature
I thought your childish words
And your jokes that were cruel
Could burn in the fire you threw me in
But still
You tell them to stay away
How am I supposed to start fresh
When you keep spreading my ashes
No
No no no
You didn’t try to warn him
You tried to lie to him
You didn’t try to help him
You tried to ruin in me
Back off
Give me a chance please
Because...
I’m twisting everything
I know I am
I know you telling me your single isn’t telling me you like me
But we talk for hours every night
We have the same taste, but still have differences to keep it interesting.
I’m twisting everything
I know us finally talking again with out the silence
Doesn’t mean we’re going to get back together
I’m twisting everything
I’m not in a love triangle
Even if I wish ...
Forgotten purple tulips litter the ground
No more trips to find the perfect ones
I know it’s not the same
I know there’s less time
But you still have your orange flowers
Why has she forgotten her purple tulips
Mom,Dad
Are you okay?
Why is the vase empty
I miss those purple tulips
I miss when I didn’t understand the fights
I know you both love eachother
And I know I’m over thinking
But why are you ...
I’m From the sweet summer wind
From yellow smooth chilled wood
I’m from a planner that acts as a shield
A chair that acts as a safehouse
And speakers
Speakers that let the words of inspirations
Words that fill me with relief and rid me of anxiety
Let those words flow through the room
Painting designs on the bare walls
I’m from Neesham, Ed,
Irving even if your gone
Fiona, Em even if there’s no bloo...
It’s funny you know
That you fucked up my life
And you won’t let me move on
Hissed in all my friends ears
Hissed how much of a bitch I was
Since obviously anyone who sets boundaries is sensitive
And being sensitive is being a bitch
So now its a new year
New kids I’m trying to make friends with
So why the fuck are you hissing in their ears too?
I gave up last year
You won
I restarted
But I can't
I ...
This is just a repost of an old poem I wrote but I feel like with the new school years it’s relevant.
The things I've heard
The things you've said
The glass we shared
holding our fragmented hearts
shattered just as they did
scattering across the cold kitchen floor
The cold kitchen floor that we danced across together
now when I step on those frozen tiles
Your face with your bitter lying lips
the...
I remember your laugh
Bouncing off the walls
Brighter than the lights
That are hung across the tree
I remember before when we would
call and you would pick up
Santa Hat and all
But now the house is empty
The lights not hung
Gifts not wrapped
They say family is most important
Not the presents
Not the food
But what happens when that family is lost
What happens when only a few months before
You...