Two poems I wrote. Yes, I am back. I love poetry regardless of people say. So, I'm here to stay. With Love Dear ___________, Do you remember when you tackled me in my backyard? I do; that when I literally fell for you. And do your remembers when I stole your hat on the bus? I sill don't know why the principal made such a fuss. An years later, at Natalie's Bat mitvah and danced- it was like a storybook romance. Oh but now, now I know; but then again I have always known. It was too good to last. What we did quickly faded to the past. I understand she is pretty and she is kind, but what I don't understand is why you're so blind. When I see you two laughing- it kills me inside, knowing youre not mine. So run. Run with your tail between your legs. I no longer care if you flirt with girls bound to get pregs. I am lifeless and numb, while your just flat out dumb. Maybe someday you'll realize there is something missing in your life, and I will laugh at your idiocy, knowing you are missing a modest wife. I didn't like playing as a piece in your twisted game- it became a contest, and therefore pathetically lame. So here's to you, you condescending monster with your darting eyes and that arrogant smirk you always tend to foster. And if you come crawling back to me- I'll kick you in your sensitive parts. Unfortunately, it won't mend or prove satisfying to my vengeful heart of hearts. I think I'm better off now, without your toxic affections. So, I bid farewell from you and your heartless temptations. With love, The girl who had always deserved better than you.
Cold I have always been cold, the one who allowed snow to smother her emotions. I watched through a broken plane of glass, and through it, learned what love might feel like, in a world full of bitter fools. I surveyed the snow cascade on the other side, and saw as the crystal reflected that icy frost freeze over something I once called a heart. Your thoughtless words are ripping me apart. Ripping me apart.... Desperately, I ran in circles in an attempt to feel warmth. Frost-bite quickly turned me black and blue, and I let myself go numb and succumb to such Cold exchanges. Your thoughtless words are ripping me apart, chilling something I once called a heart. No one has survived my treacherous self preserving actions.... All who have tried to melt away the fears and pain only became buried in an avalanche. A blizzard encases my soul, subjecting me to a lonely ice age. Your thoughtless words are ripping me apart, chilling something I once called a heart. I know only cold. Your thoughtless words are ripping me apart, chilling something I once called a heart.
you should go back into your poet corners closet and shut the hell up. maybe you should post to an audience where more than 3 people are interested in your garbage
DBO I DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK. I'm my own person and nothing, nothing you can say can hurt me. Did you even read my works? I'm numb. I don't feel any pain from any crude comments. Now if you please, go rot in a hole and stfu. Thank you.
It's because of people like you I went into depression. But now, now I realize I don't need approval. I only need to be me.
Both brilliant poems, unfortunately d_bo has no life and dedicates it to try to make people younger than him feel upset
I'm not emo. Dbo honestly, I dot get why you have to put everyone down. I think someone did that to you growing up and your taking your fury out on them. @lunar Ik I meant it more as a poetic letter. @everyone else, thank you. :3
Breathe I breathe but I still suffocate inside... My heart is deprived of oxygen, as well as my brain. Anxiety pushes my close to insane. You say with her smiling, said hello, and watched me walk away. I strode away too quickly for you to notice I was dying. I thought I knew everything about you. I guess I was wrong when I concluded you had a wider heart and a broader mindset. You are only capable of remembering my name. I choke on my own tears, still struggling to inhale and exhale. I don't feel alive, I feel as though I'm stumbling in the dark. I bleed to know I am still amongst the living. I am glass- I have shattered long ago, but instead of picking up the pieces, you leave them there to drift apart with the assistance of wind and time. Why have you left me at the mercy of my twisted mind and distorted heart? While you laugh, I crawl trying to gather the shards, my breaths coming in gasps. I know my diaphragm is moving, but the sensation is gone. It's like I'm in space, stranded, cold, and senseless, while you're on earth. I'm like a stranded comet, just waiting to be dragged down to rationalization. I suffocate on the nothingness that ensnares me on both the inside and out. I am empty, I am breathless, I am lifeless, I am you.