21. Sometimes
Sometimes I can't find the words
That fill my messy head.
Can't find the effort to smile
Or get out of my silly old bed.
Sometimes I can't find the words
That fill my messy head.
Can't find the effort to smile
Or get out of my silly old bed.
Few words to explain me. Thanks, dear. You are not alone.
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I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and months keep passing
As I lie here, stuck in my own mind.
The future of tomorrow seems so far away. Sadness filled my heart the day you walk away. I remember the little games we played with the memories that I have from yesterday. The future of...
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You could have given up,
but you kept on going.
You could have seen obstacles,
but you called them adventures.
Another good one! I enjoyed it very much. And I think most of us can relate; I know I can. Thanks for sharing.
There is
a strength in you
you haven’t even
begun to find.
So true in that we really don't know how one will react until one has been there and has done it! Suffering is an important life experience. Great poem, thanks.
I'm good enough;
I don't care what you say.
I'm proud of what
I accomplished today.
Wow! I absolutely, 100%, love this! I think this would be a good lesson for everyone to learn. People shouldn't just rely on others to compliment them, and just because somebody thinks...
Famous Poem
I been scarred and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,
This poem was in a textbook of mine from the sixth grade. As a child, it resonated with me. It inspired me to write poetry. As a child, educated by white folk, I had no idea who Langston...
The knot is strong,
The strings are tight.
It won't break loose,
No matter how much I fight.
I was really touched by the poem mam. My good friend's father also died 2 months ago, and I am really trying to do whatever I can. Giving them time, my love and support. But I don't know...
Life is like a maze.
You don't know where you'll end up,
But that's the way life is played.
I have been a foster child since I was 3 months. This life is crazy. #loveyourselfnomatterwhat
A single flash of a camera
And a moment frozen in time
Can never truly tell the tale
Of that child left behind.
We gather here once more
To remember a younger day,
When life was mostly before us
And the future a game to play.
I feel as if I'm teetering
High above a dark, black hole,
And it's taking everything I have
Not to lose control.
You look at me and only see the cracks,
Fractured, like a piece of glass.
Some are shallow and straight,
Getting up in mornings for my usual day,
Though I really I just sit and think and lay,
It's hard, sometimes.
Sometimes you just have to push yourself just to get out of bed.
You stay up 'til 2am just wishing you were dead.
You ask yourself, "Why can't it be someone else instead?"
You get tired of all the thoughts in your head.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
Why aren't I thin, pretty, or tall?
Why don't you show the perfect me?
The one that everyone pretends to be.
In the depths of despair, where shadows dwell,
a pain poem emerges, a tale I must tell.
For pain, my dear friend, is a universal theme,
a haunting melody that shapes our dreams.
When demons pick at my troubled mind
And the passage to sleep becomes harder to find,
I close my eyes, turn out the light
And listen to the music of the night.
Tummies flat and waists so tiny,
Perky breasts and cleavage shiny,
Photoshopped into 'perfection,'
On display for our inspection.
I look around for myself,
But a ghost is all I see.
I only see this ghost of a person I used to be.
I don't know who you are, but I know why you are here.
Young, carefree, innocent,
You sing, laugh and dance,
Taking in all Gods' glory
At every single chance.