Cheyenne

Jun 5

Teemers

Truth.

I only write,
when
I am in love
or
Falling apart.

Jun 5

Blue Sapphire

MEMORIES AND SCARS

The people we meet in life
always stay with us -
some as beautiful memories,
and
some as ugly scars.

Cheyenne Jun 5

Poems?

If I wrote all my thoughts
On tiny scraps of paper,
Or tapped onto a blinding white screen-
Could I call it poetry?
Would people listen to me then?

#overlooked #poetry #meanings #thoughts #think #writing #typing #listen

Jun 5

Sasha

Pressure

In for four and out for eight,
Hurry up don’t be late.
Keep your cool,
You’ll be great.
But don’t forget to keep your pace.

You watch and learn,
Learn and watch.
Watching maybe,
But learning what?

In for four and out for eight,
Keep your cool then you’ll be great.

#pressure

Cheyenne Jun 5

3 A.M.

It is 3:00
And I am still awake.
I stare into the darkness
While others rest-
Like the dead.

It is 3:12
And I lie in a bed that isn't my own,
Questioning everything.
Why do I still have bad dreams?
Why can't I ever sleep?

It is 3:33
And time doesn't exist anymore.
The clock in the hall deafens my ears,
With its incessant ticking-
An endless tap in my skull.

It is 3:46
And not even my dog,
Is making a sound.
Am I the only one to live now?
What kind of purgatory have I fallen into?

It is 3:52
And my eyes are glued to this screen.
The world rests in peaceful slumber,
But all I do is tap out poems
That no one truly cares to read.

It is 4:03
Why am I still awake?
Because the memories I face in my sleep,
Are scarier than anything
That comes from under the bed.

Its now 4:30, and I am still awake.

#insomnia #nightmares #3am #sleep #darkness #questions #fear #restlessness #writing

Cheyenne Jun 5

Her (my first poem)

I feel her calling out to me.
From the depths of my brain.
Her face I can no longer see,
And it fills me with such pain.

     She is clothed in beauty and splendor,
Filling me with curiosity.
Her silky hands, I do remember,
Would always embrace me.

     She wears a cloud of wonder,
And it goes where she goes.
Until that day of thunder,
When we reach the end of the road.

     I remember how she’d softly sing,
Her melodies hold me tight.
Wrapping me with warmth,
Through all the lonely nights.

     I feel her still here with me,
Though her face is now just a memory.
Yet, I still long to see,
Everything that she used to be.

     I want to pull her back to me,
And keep her there forever.

     But I can’t.

This was the first poem I've ever written lol

#heartbreak #sad #missyou #her #love #lonely