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shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
14th Jul 2020 7:23pm
14th Jul 2020 7:23pm
KJK
I look at you now, and can’t help but feel the sting of regret meshing uncomfortably upon the fondness that still lingers deep within, for you.
I regret the pain felt when your father, in his staunch Scottish accent made it clear that a girl of my complexion wasn’t welcome in his home.
That, was the first shattering.
I then regret crawling into the bottle after you pulled me out of my addiction with powders.
I regret evading your love, and affection for me and disappearing for days on end to self medicate, at the end of our...
I regret the pain felt when your father, in his staunch Scottish accent made it clear that a girl of my complexion wasn’t welcome in his home.
That, was the first shattering.
I then regret crawling into the bottle after you pulled me out of my addiction with powders.
I regret evading your love, and affection for me and disappearing for days on end to self medicate, at the end of our...
#memories
#FirstLove
46 reads
7 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
14th Jul 2020 4:44pm
14th Jul 2020 4:44pm
Blah ! Blah ! Blah !
He hit on me by dropping a comment on my FB thread inviting me to get to know him more as he was interested in me.
The audacity was astounding as FB is not a fucking dating app !
I checked him out; whilst looking at his profile, his photos, and locale before deciding that the best thing I could do for him was to tell him a blatant lie, so he didn’t have to feel rejected per se.
I told him my husband to be wouldn’t be appreciative of such behaviour, and he deleted the commentary, and went on his merry way.
I think that went well;...
The audacity was astounding as FB is not a fucking dating app !
I checked him out; whilst looking at his profile, his photos, and locale before deciding that the best thing I could do for him was to tell him a blatant lie, so he didn’t have to feel rejected per se.
I told him my husband to be wouldn’t be appreciative of such behaviour, and he deleted the commentary, and went on his merry way.
I think that went well;...
#rejection
38 reads
5 Comments
Pimp2ThaFuture04
Poem Published
14th Jul 2020 11:26am
14th Jul 2020 11:26am
A Wing & A Prayer
Dear Diary,
You are the only possession
that holds value to me
I've written monologues,
rhymes and a lot of poetry
At times I get looked over
,and ignored on the outside
I guess if my haters never
existed I wouldn't have anyone
to outshine, God bless them
Two times,they know not
What they do
my pencil is spoon
my pad is plate of food
these are my only tools
to help me make moves,
so I take myself to school
Self-education is cool
When I meditate I see proof
and feel bliss...
You are the only possession
that holds value to me
I've written monologues,
rhymes and a lot of poetry
At times I get looked over
,and ignored on the outside
I guess if my haters never
existed I wouldn't have anyone
to outshine, God bless them
Two times,they know not
What they do
my pencil is spoon
my pad is plate of food
these are my only tools
to help me make moves,
so I take myself to school
Self-education is cool
When I meditate I see proof
and feel bliss...
#strength
#forgiveness
#redemption
51 reads
9 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
13th Jul 2020 5:46am
13th Jul 2020 5:46am
Perspective; Lies & Deception...
Nothing good is ever cloaked in the coverage of lies and deceit, shadowed by a lack of light and integrity whilst flesh & bone pulse with the flow of deceptive notions.
Love cannot flourish in the dirt and nothing but misery emerges when all hope is dashed through building upon a foundation of lies.
Most people learn those lessons earlier on in life whilst others continue to play mind games in the dirt like emotionally immature children playing with broken toys; toying with their childish heart and mind, with no understanding for...
Love cannot flourish in the dirt and nothing but misery emerges when all hope is dashed through building upon a foundation of lies.
Most people learn those lessons earlier on in life whilst others continue to play mind games in the dirt like emotionally immature children playing with broken toys; toying with their childish heart and mind, with no understanding for...
#secrets
#lies
#honesty
#choices
#deception
52 reads
5 Comments
Michael_Goodridge
Private
Private
Poem Published
12th Jul 2020 4:34am
12th Jul 2020 4:34am
Suicide Note (to my love)
If your reading this poem then it's to late I'm sorry
After I post this I'm about to drink a lethal remedy
I don't need you to love me anymore or listen
Fuck love and happy thoughts I just wanna die quickly
I'm tired of being lonely alone without you by my side
So much pain I'm sorry I don't need your pity
Depression and anxiety finally got me broken
I hope you are happy without me burn my body
I'm sorry I failed you and fucked up on my promises
Forever and always I hope you made it baby
Your the only person that loved me truly broken ...
After I post this I'm about to drink a lethal remedy
I don't need you to love me anymore or listen
Fuck love and happy thoughts I just wanna die quickly
I'm tired of being lonely alone without you by my side
So much pain I'm sorry I don't need your pity
Depression and anxiety finally got me broken
I hope you are happy without me burn my body
I'm sorry I failed you and fucked up on my promises
Forever and always I hope you made it baby
Your the only person that loved me truly broken ...
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#death
#suicide
47 reads
3 Comments
inechoingsilence
Poem Published
10th Jul 2020 1:58pm
10th Jul 2020 1:58pm
Infinite Shatter: The Eulogy of Two
#lust
#dark
#erotic
#BDSM
#LongDistanceRelationship
98 reads
1 Comment
dichotomy
Poem Published
9th Jul 2020 6:11am
9th Jul 2020 6:11am
Mix tape
We met for the first time
again
all those years ago
in a dorm
Do you remember?
I heard you first
your tunes
They were mine
All of them
even the ones I hadn’t heard yet
That is how you found me
how I knew it was you
again
Always too brief
our time together apart
Notes and beats
scattered across aeons
Find me
Again
again
all those years ago
in a dorm
Do you remember?
I heard you first
your tunes
They were mine
All of them
even the ones I hadn’t heard yet
That is how you found me
how I knew it was you
again
Always too brief
our time together apart
Notes and beats
scattered across aeons
Find me
Again
#birth
#death
15 reads
0 Comments
Pho3nix19xx
Poem Published
8th Jul 2020 9:01pm
8th Jul 2020 9:01pm
I Stared Down the Barrel of a Gun Today - An Open Letter
I stared down the barrel of a gun today. Why? I have no idea, but that’s a lie. I do know the reason, but I wish I didn’t. You see, I was no endangering myself nor anyone else. I had no intention of causing harm to anyone. My hands were not concealed within pockets and I was not reaching to the back of my waistline either. My hands were at my sides casual and relaxed. Un-provoking. I stared down the barrel of a gun today.
I will fully to having experienced moments of depression. Deep sadness, confusion, mental captivity, and imprisonment. Everyone does at some point. Life is...
I will fully to having experienced moments of depression. Deep sadness, confusion, mental captivity, and imprisonment. Everyone does at some point. Life is...
#racism
#CallToAction
#HumanRights
23 reads
0 Comments
Careyra
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 2:58pm
3rd Jul 2020 2:58pm
What Was the Chance
#sadness
#jealousy
#regret
#breakup
#bittersweet
59 reads
1 Comment
dizzzzzzy
616
616
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2020 4:24am
2nd Jul 2020 4:24am
Because it's a personal matter
#respect
58 reads
5 Comments
Meridian
Poem Published
1st Jul 2020 10:00am
1st Jul 2020 10:00am
She was sunrise
I've never been the same since she died. Ever since I look at things differently like as if I'm looking from a shell at a world around me. Mostly observing
Not interacting. Just kinda coasting. It takes a lot of energy to hide the pain.
She was there even when I was a jerk. Which during high school was a lot.
I'm grateful for the chance to make things right during her last 9 months.
There was a lot of misunderstandings and resentments throughout the years.
Some people don't get that chance. By the end she was the closest person to me. Every chance I get I stop by her...
Not interacting. Just kinda coasting. It takes a lot of energy to hide the pain.
She was there even when I was a jerk. Which during high school was a lot.
I'm grateful for the chance to make things right during her last 9 months.
There was a lot of misunderstandings and resentments throughout the years.
Some people don't get that chance. By the end she was the closest person to me. Every chance I get I stop by her...
#mother
30 reads
2 Comments
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