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Grace May 2020
I don’t write to get called good
I write to be understood
Do you understand?

I don’t write for petty praise
That would be a waste of my days
My poems are my own extended hand

I just want people to see
What it’s like to be me
And who I really am

Though my poems are called “good”
I am still misunderstood
When will somebody understand?
Hosea Harry Apr 2020
Determination is the only way I get what I want, even tho I'm trapped by morals.

Being hysteric with friends is one of my main ways of showing love even tho you might no identify it.

I see the best in everyone even tho they try to annihilate me in every way.

I do everything to help protect who I love, and yet I feel futile to society.

I smile even tho on bad days, optimistic and joyful, even tho I feel ghastly deep inside.

I be sincere when it comes to expressing my self, but I always believe a softer heart doesn't exist.

it's not easy being me,
the captain of my own destiny,

taking on other people responsibility,
being in charge of my indignity,

the lack of love of having soft tendencies,
being alone, not having curiosity

IT'S NOT EASY BEING ME......
REl Apr 2020
I have a heart made of gold 
Shatters hurt to be strong
I don't know what you've been told .

I admit you misunderstood
I never lose my frame to win the game
I do cry , being hurt isn't a sham 
Victory comes after for those who suffer the pain .

I admit you misunderstood
Saying my heart is cold 
Didn't want it to be broke 
Your words are fake 
Even your hands seems hard to hold

I admit I misunderstood
You once said you're just a human 
We all humans , we do sin
Yet your lies cause pain 
It becomes hard to hold your image next to mine anymore. 
The brain became empty , sore 
The heart saying no more

I admit I misunderstood
Take a set , enjoy the falling rain 
you gonna meet me again 
So be gentle not vain 

By : R.El
It's my first try , can't wait to read your comments
hiraeth Apr 2020
i can't see a way out of the dark
all i need is a flicker
a glimmer
a spark

we're waiting to bloom
waiting to make plans
if everyone feels this way too
why does it seem like they don't understand?

all they do is relate and compare
and maybe they aren't completely aware
but it hurts just the same
cause i still feel the pain of it

i feel so alone
not even fully grown
but ready to make
a new house a home
Nina Apr 2020
‪I guess I couldn't blame you
for breaking my heart‬
‪When you never really knew‬
‪How much i loved you‬
Kalarav Apr 2020
My fingers got numb
holding the pen
while I wrote those words
for you to read

Yes, those words that did not even
get the chance
for you to glance
at them

You did not understand
the numbness in my hand
how would you ever understand
the numbness in my mind

That followed after those
words met their fate
and flow down the drain

Makes me wonder
will anybody be numb
once I met
my fate?
Kailey Jones Apr 2020
Just go talk to him
you'll see what I see
behind all his faux toughness
is a deeper story trying to flee
and while most see masculinity
behind his walls, I observe his insecurity
No one deserves to have to put up an act for anyone!
Tori Alva Mar 2020
I saw my reflection blink
Once...twice...and a third time
Shivers run down my spine
As I take in those deep eyes of mine
Staring
Gawking at my features
What’s there to look at?
The look of pity she has
That I have, fills me with rage
What does she know?
Don’t judge me or else
I might just...
No, not today, maybe next time
When you’re not looking
So I’ll cover you up in order to stop that penetrating gaze of yours
I’ve had this in mind for a while
James Rives Mar 2020
i'm tired of being boiled down
to my barest, simplest parts,
and compromised beyond my core.

my facets ignored as if repugnant
or strange--
as if all i can ever be is what portait
painted itself.

to yell into an unyielding void
and be met with a stiff and resounding silence.
to be so resounding unheard despite
sheer and shrieking volume.

to exist in a space where metaphor scarcely follows for fear that truth will dilute it.

what importance did it ever hold?

it was all a cry.

and no one heard.
tired
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