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 Feb 2016 Mike Hack
Day
noise
 Feb 2016 Mike Hack
Day
i don't want you to listen to me
*
i want you to hear me
because listening and understanding are different
 Feb 2016 Mike Hack
Day
Untitled
 Feb 2016 Mike Hack
Day
I recently read a poem saying
Why can't the world be rid of emotions?
And I thought,
*Well, that would be boring.
 Feb 2016 Mike Hack
Day
To her I am a Warrior
To them I am a Coward
To some I am an Addict
To me I am  *Strong
 Feb 2016 Mike Hack
Day
i became something dark.........
                  .........but i didn't mind
because i was in love
............
                 .........
with a monster
 Feb 2016 Mike Hack
Day
I say
 Feb 2016 Mike Hack
Day
They say " You can't "
I say " I can "

They say " You'll never be enough "
I say " I've always been enough "

They say " You'll never add up to anything ''
I say " I'm here aren't I. "

You just have to remember that there will always be someone to criticize you.
You just have to stand up and say "No, I'm tired of what They say,this is what I say.
This is just a poem for people who get overlooked and overshadowed. People who think they can never be heard. You can. All you have to do is stand up and speak. Yeah people might not like what you say but WHO CARES. Just speak up for yourself and MOST importantly BE YOURSELF!!
 Feb 2016 Mike Hack
Day
Which side of the looking glass
am I even in?
Does is even matter?
 Feb 2016 Mike Hack
Day
hope
 Feb 2016 Mike Hack
Day
don't let the bullets that escape one man's mind
effect the way you see
every man in the world
instead
let it
ignite
a flame in a nations
everlasting void
and fill the world with candles burning and
looking
to the light needed in a
society of

**dark minds.
 Feb 2016 Mike Hack
Day
Forest Night
 Feb 2016 Mike Hack
Day
Quiet calm in the night,
An owl fly's through the forest,
A mouse runs from death.
 Feb 2016 Mike Hack
Kj
I bite my nails.
I bite them when I'm nervous
Or when they feel too long.
I bite till they bleed.

At least if they hurt,
Then I can forget about you,
Maybe for just a little while.


I shake around people.
I get so nervous
I can't hold pens in my hands.

Sometimes my heart beats fast
Much faster than it should
It makes my knees quiver.

I don't ever sleep
Maybe I'm up at 1:43 in the morning
Because I'm an insomniac  
Or maybe because I miss you

Mom says
I'm experiencing withdrawal.

I've never tasted beer.
I've never touched a hard drug.
But here i am
(163 days sober)
Recovering from being addicted to you

Addicted in the most innocent of ways
But now I've realized
You make a drug addiction
Feel like a Sunday morning.
 Feb 2016 Mike Hack
Bianca Reyes
I am the queen of what ifs
Sitting on a throne of could've beens

My fears are my loyal subjects
Escorting my dreams to the gallows

My ambitions are now prisoners
To my court of procrastination

I, the queen
Reign over all of this regret
May we never forget

I, The Queen ©


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Written and shared on Hello Poetry on January 11, 2016. Copywrite and all rights reserved under Bianca Reyes
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