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i’ve been trying to find love in a billion relationships and i’ve tried everything i can to make myself feel something and i’ve pushed my feelings so far behind walls and i’ve pushed people away to get free
Sitting in the shower makes you think. The methodic falling of water forces you into your own head. You feel the droplets slowly making your legs become tingly, almost numb,
I know you don’t understand this, but my heart thinks about you literally every second when I’m not talking with you.
"Stop overthinking”You say it as if it's easy, As if I could just flip a switch and end the constant mental processes
You told me to try and write happy poems So it would therefore be wrong of me To not make such an attempt I give you this As I figure out how to write "happy": Without you, I would be dead,
Dear Those Who Think My Life is Perfect, I go to sleep at night with one thing on my mind, what if I'm not good enough? What if I wake up tomorrow, and no one likes me anymore?
I would politely ask you to stop talking and the red would show through but i’d force it down to a meek whisper my fingers twitch itch and fiddle
Today is the day I have a date today With a guy who just seems great He is just like me in countless ways We have the same order at Subway
I think maybe I am in love With The Smiths. I think maybe that’s a bit of a Problem. You see, I think too much.
Pull me close. Don't talk. Listen to it, It beats, Growing stronger, My heart. Pumping blood, Don't let me run. Make me fight for you.
I feel like crying. Yet this Ittle mind of mine wont obey my commands. "Cry already!" "Make me feel better!" "Think of something funny!"
Trapped in a perpetual circulation of thinking, New things occur everyday of those things shouldn't consume your precious time Fantasies, dreams, and wonders are distractions
Have you ever drowned in a dry space?
Mama went to the doctors to make sure the baby was alright It had a hole in its heart, They said she can eliminate her pregnancy Told her the baby would grow up with problems
I start to wonder, wander through my mind that life
The ironic curse of caring
This stress triggers my anxietybecause I can’t handle you being mad at mefor any reason. It makes me nervous.I think, "Do I really deserve this?"or is my mind just ten steps ahead of reality?
The first day of middle school, dread and fear. This is what started my eighth grade year. I knew no one, not one single friend
Don't be a disappointment and don't be lazy. Don't procrastinate or waste time. We all encounter road blocks and these are some of mine. I am a slave to nerves. I am competitive and stubborn.
Suddenly you’re standing still Unable to think clearly Inside you there is pain Craving the happiness you lack Inching towards the ledge Debating stepping back or forward
Sure, a cr
You won't answer my calls
It takes a while. Speaking. Writing. Communicating. These are all things which people take for granted. Luck. Something which does not come easily to me. Ouch! Unfortunately, this simple word is said a lot. Almost daily. Too often. Brain. Head.
I'm like a child who cries itself to sleep, but instead of crying, what I do is think. I think myself insane, analyzing every bit, until my heart rate quickens and I work up a panicking fit.
Overthinking and Headaches and Tears and Love. I look to my Lord above. Skeptism. Am I on the right path? He suffers my wrath. I long for answers. Questions the size of heaven. Undeniably willing. On my hands and knees, I pray to thee.
We go so far to find we are alone.As I wander the faculties of my mindI come to the conclusionThat time is the pinO' self-destruction When I lie at nightMy subconscious mind takes flightI journey to planes on astral connections
I'm tired of feeling like there's nothing I can do about my life and what i'm going through Now i'm starting to wonder is the life i want for me should i give up 'cause i'm not feeling very happy.
Inside my head is A fountain pen So I put my thoughts On paper A fountain pen Of my inky thoughts, Bottled in the well of My mind But sometimes the ink
I keep over thinkingAnd I give myself problemsThese problems only exist in my mindBut my mind won’t shut upSo I continue to have these problemsThat aren’t even real
overwhelming thoughts erupt in an overthinking mind overprocessing the past that cannot be changed overprocessing the future that has yet to happen overstressing endlessly, day in and day out
I am the lonely and unhappy girl, who is always jotting down words. I am the girl who is wondering why she has a complicated life, the girl who is lost and wants to be found.
My days are blurring over Everything turning into one dark grey The thoughts I think all different shades Cool, Dark. Subtle, Sudden. Shocking, Gawking… The greys chase eachother through my mind
There is no limitation To this unsettled confrontation That we still have between us two And through this unspoken conversation I noticed that this form of communication Has got me understanding more of you
It's 3am and you're feeling cold Why not a bath? Yes, but it won't last forever. Well... At least it will for a moment.