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Broken Pieces Apr 2021
Every time I start to be okay,
I get worried that people will stay away.

This simple lesson I need to know,
It’s okay to let your emotions show.

Because even if people leave you,
You’ll always have yourself too.

One day there will be someone who loves you,
And those feelings will be all so new.

Love yourself and you can love others,
Hate yourself and you won’t be able to save others.
Påłpëbŕå Apr 2021
Guys don't like
girls like me
pretty to the eyes
with insides ugly
a past so aghast
a mind so contrast
a tongue so sharp
a mess of shards
all I'll be
is me
and me being me
isn't ****
I'm repulsive
I'm impulsive
I'm not impressive
but very expressive,
some days I'm cold
some days I do what I'm told
some days I give you the fight of your life
some days I wish for you to make me your wife,
guys don't like
girls like me
chained to my fears
appearing to be free
I can smile in my pain
then cry in my regrets
keeping my heat safe
I'll love you in my brain,
all I wish is for
a guy like me
to like me
for who I am
and not what
he wants me to be
a chance, a risk, a gamble
a love story in shambles.
Alankrit Sharma Apr 2021
A friend said today you don't speak as much,
Another told me you don't feel the same,
Honestly it's not like I hold any grudge,
It's just that my friends don't feel "friends" anymore,
I don't what else to write , my words don't feel enough anymore.
Jennifer DeLong Apr 2021
We often confuse what we wish for with what is

Our minds and hearts can get into such a mess
We think yet we feel even more
Only to find the door to an empty room once more
Once it was great it felt so much more
Yet I seem to already know but I cant help but let it have another try
I let my heart have the start
Only my mind is clearly more aware
How , I just tag along giving in to be
more confused and tattered again
We think we can be smarter we can be stronger yet we end up again
in a similar mess
Confused & Constricted
Maybe I will listen to my mind maybe just maybe I will..
© Jennifer DeLong 7/11/19
Broken Pieces Mar 2021
My emotions are stable, at least they appear to be.
For some reason I feel as if it's still not me.
I keep telling myself I'm happy and I'm fine,
But am I really on that line?

Enough with the ******* rhyming nonsense,
I'm really not okay and this is my cry for help.
I want someone to save me but I don't know how,
Will someone come and take me away from this town?
Pink fluffy apples
Green juicy flamingos (hiccup)

     Black sour marmalade
(hiccup)

              Orange lumpy liquorice

Purple tangy mushroom

              White rich yoghurt

  (hiccup)

               (hiccup)
                            
                            (hiccup)

What did you put in my drink?
©️ 2021 Joshua Reece Wylie. All rights reserved.
The affects of alcohol on the human tongue. Lighthearted poem. The colour and adjective used to describe the noun have been swapped with the line beneath to imply the feelings of a muddled brain when drunk.
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