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Address this letter to the pieces of myself I left in Pennsylvania.
The broken shards of the boy I used to be
The return address to where I learned that fear was a four letter word I would carry with me always.
Hey kid.
Keep doing what you’re doing
I know sometimes it hurts to exist
I know no one seems to understand
I know you’re afraid to tell them
There’s so much we will never tell
Dear FriendI regretI am getting older yetAnd sometimes I fall asleepEven though it's the middle of the day and I didn't count sheepMy bones hurtAnd I skip certain desserts That get me sick
I wrote a letter to my heart,
Saying it should never love again.
That it's foolish nature is unacceptable.
I tore up the letter;
Before it was sent.
A man
A poet
the one whom will put thoughts together
I am a stoic.
but what I am not
is how I create
shift
swirl
change and
re-make.
only my input will increase my stake.
And I see her everywhere
Vanishing in the thin blue air
A sealed letter in her hand
Postmarked from a foreign land
Her uniform and face are blue
Dear, I haven’t been in touch
For a long time.
Sorry.
The last time I saw you
Was in St. Christopher’s Place.
It was a lovely evening...
When I knocked that chair over.
I am sorry.
I desire to run, but the Conceit, the Rulership, the Lamps, The Drinks, The Turk, The Business and all the Rest of Le Petit One’s (enemies?) scare me. The logic is flawed in how flawless it is. Logic in our heads cannot be made that way.
Students
Aren't human
Schools only pretend
To give a shit
And be prudent
Because in their eyes
You're only a statistic
By blood I am not your daughter, but that doesn’t change the love you have given me for years.
By blood you are not my mother, but that doesn’t mean I don’t see you as the woman who gave me a life.
I promise you
I don’t do this on purpose
I’m just having trouble
Finding something that feels worth it
You’ve gotta understand
Or at least please try
I just don’t think that now
You told me, "It's over..." again. I know that, Jorge... It's been over.
You know that and I know that.. And of course...
You KNOW I know that.. So who was the validation for?
When I was a little girl
I would obsess over the horses.
I decided to dance instead,
But they never left my mind.
As the years went on I felt like I was different from the rest.
You always keep watch, never lead me astray
Your hands hold and guide me, they light up my way.
You've shown me what love, really looks like
It's a constant daily battle, never giving up the fight.
When I was young,
You were already there in my world,
Invisible but broad in other ways,
And I've always wondered why you stayed,
When all you've done is give,
And I'll I've done is take.
Dear Poetry,
Do you see?
There she goes
that innocent girl,
a rule follower and honest to a fault,
Dear Poetry,
I used to wanna run away,
To hide the words inside.
But, then you taught me how to say
All the things I've pushed aside.
The lily's have wilted.
the daffodils died.
i never wanted;
or asked for this life.
the leaves have all fallen.
and winter has come.
i hope you won't miss me;
because what's done is done.
To whoever will find this note I left,
'Tis certain I am dead and not so quick.
Be still, and sit inside your cleft,
As I read to you my fable thick.
So hearken! For here begins my tale.
Dear Texas,
You warm my heart,
From you,
I found my start.
I love to see that red, white, and blue.
Dear You,
The reader
the audience
the human whose eyes have caught
on these letters—yes, you—
Hello.
I hope this finds you well.
Life is hard, I know,
Dear future me,
I am from a softly lit night sky stretching out into the dawn,
a homely little cottage basking in its warmth.
Dear Father,
You were there for my birth
At least I think you were
But that’s about it
You saw me growing up
But I would rarely see you
I never saw you at school performances
Dear Gabi,
Last night I had a dream that you were alive
That you had tried to jump out of your window, maybe to fly
And I sat by your side because you didn’t die.
I've lived here all my life,
Some people have lived and many died.
I write to you, not because I'm bored,
But I've lived here 17 years,
Never have I met my landlord.
I have many questions,
Dear Faith,
Today I realized that I’ve never visited your grave.
I wonder what that would feel like
To stand on the spot of grass above your body.
To the boy I have feelings for
From the girl who can’t take it anymore
What hurts more than heartbreak
is the fact I saw a future
But all the damage and pain
Lonely, afraid, I’m not sure
Dearest executioner,
In our last correspondence
You asked me “what I think”
Of what? Of everything
Of the assorted unfortunate occurrences
That led me to this predicament.
i know you're just a girl but still i feel like you put me through the wringer, twisted up my body till i was nothing but wet eyes.
Dear Lover,
I am not a puppy or a little plaything you can choose because you think I am cute,
I am not a creature you can punish for not behaving how you would like me to,
When meaty fists meet pacafists,they draw what comes to a draw.A brawling boulder that grows ever bolder,Approaching a tide which is tied to it's flaws. Though allowed to be spoken alloud,You prove absent in our hour of need.He on
Dear Heart,
You are quite a strange and odd little thing,
Beating steadily here within my chest.
But you have shown you can stutter, cry, sing,
And, o'erall, make me feel my worst or best.
bring me whipped-cream foam
on top of sea-salted air
don't forget the occasional delicacy
from the unknown shore
where other customers are waiting--
here, bring them this feather
Dear Dad,
Should I call you my “Dad”?
There was this little girl who had a strong desire to spend quality time with her father
“Where were you when I wanted to go to the park?”
Dear Dad,
Should I call you my “Dad”?
There was this little girl who had a strong desire to spend quality time with her father
“Where were you when I wanted to go to the park?”
Dear Dad,
its been years, continuous
I want you to know
You can not baptize yourself in Liquor
That ocean is not holy
I want you to know
Your liver will drown, get sicker
To the rose with tears in her petals.
Who wilts every morning as the suns rays illuminate her wounds
Who’s roots dig deep but were grown too thin to drink in life
Dear past oppressors,
I don't forgive your malice.
I don't know if I ever will.
The damage done is certain,
all your taunts, they haunt me still.
My self-image has been shattered.
Dearest Ophelia
I too spend my days wallowing in sorrow
Drowning in tears
Like you, I've a brother that cares not for me.
Sweet Ophelia, I too am lost
For I gave my heart blindly
My dear heart,
You are broken, you are tattered, you are torn.
I am sorry for the way I scoff and scorn,
At what you feel and intend to mean,
for I am afraid of my darkened dreams.
Dear Ani,
Ani ohev at.
Hebrew for "I like you".
I struggle at learning languages,
Illiterate until the end of second grade,
taught myself to read,
taught myself to write.
Dear God,
You have the ability to do anything, know anything...correction everything
As I smile on my first day of school you hear my every thought,
When I step on the court for a game you feel every butterfly.
Oh, dear Sis,
I’m so sorry!
I really thought,
I really thought he just did it to me…
or that it was just a bad dream like Mommy said.
...and I asked about the screams,
Dear Nathan,
I’m sorry I couldn’t say goodbye or even say hello
I wish I could’ve stopped you
And showed you that you weren’t alone
Or if I couldn’t do that
Dear Uncertainty,
Maybe
life will turn out good.
I'll be content and have withstood
all of life's roadblocks,
knock on wood.
Dear Heartbreak,
You're disintegrating me.
All of my feelings of happiness
are gone. It's been months...
why keep torturing me? You're
driving me to complete agony.
I wish the pain of betrayal and
dear mom,
i'm sorry i couldn't make you proud.
i'm sorry i couldn't live up to your dreams.
i'm sorry i drive you crazy daily.
i'm sorry i hardly speak to you anymore.
Dear Frederic Chopin,
Composer, musician, pianist. These are the words that people use to describe you,
But not me. I know you as the one I can always run to.
Dear Nathan,
I’m sorry I couldn’t say goodbye or even say hello
I wish I could’ve stopped you
And showed you that you weren’t alone
Or if I couldn’t do that
Dear Happiness,
Why do you cease to exist
and yet are eternally present at the same time?
What is the reason that you are far away
Dear brother,
It was vague like a dim moonlight in sunrise,
Your attempts to avoid those dark temptations,
Chasing you left and right to what’s unwise,
Leading you to a certain damnation.
dear dad,
you look at me
when i am a woman,
pretty pink dress
clung like a leech
sucking content
from my skin.
I convey here, To Whom it May Concern,
I am writing this letter in regardTo the dead man rot in the boulevardIts stench, I begin to find rather hardTo continue with complete disregard
Dear Dad,
I wish you would have stayed,
I wish you have cared.
You never gave me the chance to know you,
you never even had a clue.
You were not perfect, this I know
dear blue jeans,
let me explain.
i know this time has been difficult for you—
you, punctual and monotoned,
ten years with a dusty crooked-smile contractor
who wore you like the period
Dear Death,
I know a place where ashes fall like snow
And fear is a shadow,
It follows me around as a lover,
Holding me closer until I can no longer breathe
Dear Mother,
Oh, how I have longed to meet you,
All the years I could not see you.
Surrounding my every sense,
Yet hiding and leaving me confused, without a hint.
Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Oh, hello old friend, back for a visit, I see?
I would love to say make yourself comfortable, but you did that for the past year.
dear silence,
you echoed
across vast canyons
in my mind
spanning time and
space and
history.
you were a blank
canvas
never to be painted on
a black hole
February 2, 2017
Dear Person Whose Life I Tried to Make Perfect,
Dear M,
Your voice was like a feeling,
An emotion in itself,
A sweetness that lingered in my mouth,
Then traveled down to my heart and soul.
Comfort, endless comfort.
Dear Humanity,
The lips she used to kiss
Her same sex lover with,
And the binary she dismissed
Made them all loose their mind
Dear Grandfather,
I don’t even know what to say to you.
You’ve made a writer speechless. Congratulations.
Dearest Wading Girl,
I peer at you through my canvas window
Watching as you dip your toes into the waters off the sharp Irish coast.
You wade through the yearnings of your kin
Reaching sun-dried dreams and
dear grandma,
i'm currently applying for college and every day of my life,
i grow more and more appreciative of your presence in my life.
i owe everything i am to you
You know, my friend, a better friend might care a little more--
An honest friend, a selfless friend, would want to help me soar.
Honestly,
I don't think you exist.
You're like a unicorn
with your beauty abundance,
majestic prescence,
magical countenance -
I'm not really good at this.
I,
Lolo...
Here's a letter to you.
To the man who spoke so soft and yet so proud of his past.
To the man who worked so hard yet also not so fast.
To the man who understood when to stop and when to go,
Dear Xae,
I have been thinking about letters recently,
I find it unfortunate that no one writes them anymore,
No one even writes love letters anymore,
Dear Jonghyun,
In the smog, a star amongst us
now flying with the rest
In the clear skies
I wonder if you're happier up there
From so high, can you even see us?
Dear Little Kaylee,
If only you knew what your future holds,
Your accomplishments, your heartbreaks,
Your best and worst moments.
You will encounter hardships,
But they will shape your character
Greetings, wondrous world of mine
I hope that you are doing fine
I know I'm not, but that's okay
That's not why I write today
I'd like to speak of those less known
Dear Future Jeff,
I have so many questions,
Don’t know where to start.
Are we keeping it together,
Or continuing to fall apart?
Right now, I’m really excited,
Not sure what to say.
my dora,
i wish i could tell you
i didn’t care
that you were just some sweet girl
i knew some sweet summer
who kissed me too fast
like you knew
time was
runningout
We’ve lived in two different houses
both of which
we were alone
just us
and no one would even know
someone else
My “fashionable” addiction to cigarettes
has given me a few things:
One. A metallic flavor coating the inside of my cheeks
, paired with a yellow tongue that tastes it.
I see that day now,it’s gold-sunlight kissedwith apple crisp air on my lips.Tart laughter stained our cheeks,and our eyes glittered,feasting, on the velveteensincerity of each other.
The doctor says I have insomnia,but your face is the knocking of tree branches on my window keeping me awake at night.The therapist says I’m just claustrophobic,but your voice is the obsidian black closing in on me.I feel I cannot breathe.I choke
Failure,
I want to say thank you for always being there.
The fear of you keeps pushing me forward.
And even though I’ve fallen into your opens arms before,
The world belongs to my backpack and I
Amazon divine
I belong to nowhere and no one,
Not to you.
I give my love away generously,
Because it's mine,
A Letter to Grandpa
Grandpa,
How do I say goodbye?
I remember the days spent at your ranch,
They fill me with joy-
and with guilt.
Autoimmune
By Jillian Horton
Lovely Tulips,
I’m so grateful you’ve come to join me,
In this land of
dirtmuddust, Texas weather and tea.
Dear Kayla,
I can’t make you
walk on flower trails.
I can’t force you
to see only the good things.
To promise you
Dear Anthony,
You disregard the labels. You ignore the names. You avoid every negative part of
my life, because you love me. You keep me warm at night. You make me smile when
Dear No one.
Someone I have met in the past,
But refuse to let back in today.
You remain, knocking, at my door
Seeking, to see if I still have hurt in my soul.
But I don't,
Dear Heartbreaker,
Thank you.
Thank you for breaking me and leaving me.
Thank you for destroying my confidence.
Thank you for the lies, the cheating, the arguments.
Dear Future Daughter,
There are some things I need to tell you.
Listen carefully.
The first thing I need to tell you:
Lilith.
Your name.
Dear regret,
You are the keeper of every
Disappointment in my life,
Of all the times I wish that I
Had stopped to think first and
Oh, Dear Paper,
Clean as God
Crisp sheet of blinding white
Why must you hurt me, so?
You wink back at me, mockingly
Power Dynamics are strange.
We would like to think that everyone is equal to everyone,
But in reality
We are all bouncing from one power dynamic to the other
Never truly finding equality between partners
Dear Far-Away Love,
Yes, I know today is another day
with you over there and me over here
Dear Self-Esteem,
You probably already know this
but you're very low.
You are basically the ground.
The gound I step on everyday.
I force myself to ignore you;
I remember every piece and every bit like it was yesterday
Hurt me to my soul hearing bullets cought you 'round the way
Stayed on my toes for some hours, yeah I had to pray
Hey.
I guess it's been a couple of months,
a rough couple of months.
I saw your sister in the store the other day, but she barely
looked up from the floor long enough to say hi.
Dear Future Me,
I hope that one day you'll be
someone who you'd like to see
in the mirror everyday.
I hope that you'll be someone that
you'll love always.
I hope that you will become someone
Dear Love,
Why?
Why me?
Why him?
Why did it have to be us?
Why did you make me give my heart
Dear Ex-Best Friend,
I can’t thank you enough for what you did to me.
Yes, it was selfish and rude and incredibly mean.
Dear Everyone,
I think I'm failing life.
My brain tries to decide what's important,
But it always gets it wrong.
What am I even doing?
Missing homework,
Missing friends,
Missing a purpose.
Dear Future Self,
Hopefully by now I've changed a bit.
Pursued what I've been wanting to produce.
How hurt am I on a weekly basis?
I am not certain, but I'm sure my skin could tell you
Oh, perhaps my feet, my legs, wrists or my head could add in!
They can tell everyone about the pains I go through
Eh-hem.
My dearest sweet, I long for thine hand's touch,
And are the days so distant hence and such
To not permit my hold upon thy form,
But I, with force will bring this curse reform.
I shall remind thee of the beauty kept
Why won’t you just leave me alone?
I don’t want you around - I never have.
But apparently, I can’t get a restraining order
against my own mind.
To that tree on the hill
On that lonesome hill
That saw me fight
My spirit killed
That saw me rise
And roll through my free will
Mathaya,
I, your author, write
To encourage you for the
Coming days ahead.
My main character
Is you; you’ll learn hard lessons.
You’ll come through each one.
Dear Old Man Death,
I have walked your twisty path,
and I’ve heard of your despair.
Never have I felt your wrath.
Yet, my back has sensed your stare.
Dear anxiety,
You've been with me my whole life
Not like a loving mother who cares for me
Dear Mr. Wrong,
I met you the day I learned to love myself,
so I assumed I was ready to love another person.
I thought, "His eyes are brown, but not the boring kind."
Dear Mr. Wrong,
I met you the day I learned to love myself,
so I assumed I was ready to love another person.
I thought, "His eyes are brown, but not the boring kind."
to the caged bird from three years ago, this is a love letter for you:
let me preface this by saying it did not take a couple months to get where i am.
I know you probably have had millions of different people around the world seek out to you. People of different skin tones and cultures, who have been searching for you their entire life's and not to even have a glimpse of you. The real you.
It’s one of those nights.
One where the stars are too still in their orbits,
And I can imagine the scent of your perfume
Lazily wafting its way around the room,
Dear You, I'm Sorry.
Based on A True Story.
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Dear People With Money,
Attending college is tough
when the world ain't as sunny.
I've learned people like you
make my debt appear.
And it's also you
who brought me great fear.
Oh, how it’s been too long
since I last heard your cherry blossom’s song.
I miss the way you look,
snow here, sun there, and my heart you took.
Oh, how it’s been too long
since I last heard your cherry blossom’s song.
I miss the way you look,
snow here, sun there, and my heart you took.
Dear You,
I ask wholeheartedly,
If I were to die today,
Who might miss me?
No, not those in my immediate heart,
But what of those who knew my soul?
Dear Savannah,
It's okay to be afraid.
And it's okay that you don't know what you're doing with your life.
Most people don't have it figured out.
Life is scary.
Not disappointing people is hard,
Title of poem: Miracle Dear Mom and Dad, When you first saw my eyes, I was a newborn Born at 23 weeks premature, a miracle As I grew, my parents were lyrical “Look at this baby, she is a miracle!”The doctors were doubtful, my parents were artful
Dear Family Tree,
I saw you breaking branch by branch,
bearing neither fruit nor leaf; there
was nothing I could do but watch
until I couldn’t bear to see anymore.
Dear Sadness,
Thank you.
Without you, I would be flying
And soaring way too close to the sun.
Without you, I would be undone.
Thank you, for grounding me.
Cellphone oh Cellphone
Where is your key?
The jailor to my soul
Please let me free
I can’t escape you
Sentenced for life
Mom,
You are my literal everything,
My entire being exists because of you.
You taught me that
I don’t need someone else to define who I am.
You taught me that
i don't know how to tell you this in person, so i'll do it in a poem.
had a crush on you all this time, while i've been telling everyone else, "no, i don't know him."
i'm sure it's teen love but this time it feels so real;
To whom it may concern:
i.e. parents, teachers, friends, and family
Yes, here I am again
Pockmarked with the tears of self pity
And I love the scars on my face
I embrace them
Have you made any sand castles lately-
with that absurd, red dust that fills up your shoes?
I have stains on my socks from it still,
and pictures of you in my room in an album.
Dear Grandma,
I'm doing fine. Thanks.
How are you?
...
How long has it been since I last wrote?
Couple weeks. yeah.
...
huh?
...
Like really wrote?
Dear Mo,
If only I didn’t have to write this letter
Or say these words
Life would look a lot sweeter
It would taste like the ripest mango we’ve ever shared
Yet here I am
Here we are
I am writing this letter to show you
That romance is far from dead
And the things that drove us apart were birthed
Dear Past Self,
I know what you’re expecting me to say.
That it’s going to get easier and don’t give up.
Or maybe
That this is only the bottom of the mountain
And you have much further to climb.
Dear Love,
You’re a force of destruction
Masked in a veil of comfort.
You combine two hearts into one
Just to sever them like an ax to a flourishing tree.
You fly under the radar
Looking back to the words I never say,
I realize now that it will never matter either way,
Whether you hear them now or not,
I've finally made it through the rut,
A letter to those who are like me.
If you've ever felt you're someone you didn't want to be,
Who make resolutions every global revolution
Just to fail miserably.
If you've ever lost a friend
To the You from that night:
I hope that you know.
Did you consider the torment,
that trickled broken onto the sheets?
Or that my silence was
As a child,
so fragile, so pure
you broke my confidence
as the blood rushed to my face
when you said that I would never be anything
in front of the whole class
Dear Mom,
I notice you.
I notice the wrinkles that grew on your face,
the back pain when you walk up the stairs,
January 1st, 2018
Dear Dad,
A lot has changed this past year.
One year ago, I was surrounded by eight friends.
Babbling heads with fancy clothes and pretty faces, I was among them.
You have no idea how much planning went into you. The universe spoke to itself in whispers and gentle tones to make sure it wouldn't hurt your ears as it planned you.
My Dearest Lover,
I don’t believe in using metaphors
to define people.
Metaphors are romanticized.
If someone is defined by the
metaphor in which I put them in,
people no longer see the person,
alone at night the fire rumbles
pushing hard to burst to life
spark of light in frozen jungle
virgin paper unstained by eye
precision folds urged to display
quiet letters hidden from sight
This is a letter to the folks who are trying to be woke but still need to listen: We strive to be Change Agents but we have a fear of being complicatedWe are afraid of being weighted, aggravated and frustrated We come up with every excuse to ref
Dear Past Me,
It’s been a while,
Since I was so young and wouldn’t ceist my senseless smile.
Dear Donald Drumpf,
I don’t quite see the appeal
Of a walrus wearing a toupee
Shouting out obscenities while I stand here in dismay
The country is in shambles
Darling,
Have you found the right route, or are you wasting time?
Why do you keep all things in mind, in your mind?
It's sad to see you go this way, but I must release you.
To my heart,
My heart,
My heart
Why must you be so fickle!
You love Them now
No, now another
And next another still!
I'd have thought I'd gotten over You
Oh, how these past few months have been filled with tears.
Losing you was by far one of my biggest fears.
You made me face it, with your sadistic, evil ways.
And now we haven't spoken in days.
Thank you,
Dear Voice,
I don’t know if you can hear me,
but I sure can hear you.
I feel like you’re always present,
even when you grant me moments of silence.
Your murmurs underscore my days and nights.
Dear Writer's Block,
I tried to write a song today,
but something got in the way.
Was it you?
You decided to show up again
I thought I told you we're not even friends
Yes, what I said was true.
Seeing your letters after long day’s toil, like flowers with warm ethereal glow grounded solitarily in iced soil Comfort and warmth upon me they’d bestow I held your promise so close to my heart
My life in a letter
What could a letter even confine
Could a comma express the feelings so huge I feel like I'm being strangled, could my fingers describe the noose?
dear anxiety,
you have been with
me for what feels
like eons, now.
you have whispered
honey-coated
words
that have stuck
to my ears
like the syrup
Dear Impulsiveness,
I think its time we had a little chat
Oh no, don’t talk back, this is MY time to chat
God I wish you never got involved
To the person I will share my first kiss with:
When I have my first kiss,
I hope it’s gentle and passionate all at once.
Why?
Why must you spurn me so?
Your words harsh and cold.
Why must you abandon me?
Leaving me lonely and melancholy.
Why must you taunt me thus?
Childish insults stripping my confidence.
Have you ever felt like you can’t get out of bed? You feel you literally cannot get dressed? Like you have no energy to pick up a fork? Or put on a shirt? No interest or ability to concentrate on anything?
My Daughter Dearest,
I hope your life has been different than mine
Without worry, misfortune, or grief
I hope love, joy, and you are entwined
Are you aware that the ground you step on is a golden path for me to followAnd every door you walk through is a diamond-encrusted gate.
Dear Future Child(ren) I was only sixteen when I told your grandparents I never wanted to be like them.To start off on that note is probably the least positive I could've done, I'm aware.
This is my letter to the world who never wrote to me.
The world who looked at me with judgement.
Who bullied me, gossiped about me, and never let me be.
I want you to know that you took away my smile.
Dear Friend,
I’m not really sure how to tell you thisI have started hoping that maybe we end up more than just friendsbut I really care for you
To Darling Rebecca,
Forgive me, forgive me for the wrongs I have done,
Forgive me for the blood that has been shed
And the woman I’ve taken to bed.
Dear my fears,
You’ve weakened me, but I have always overcame you.
No matter the situation, I’ve surpassed the seemingly endless obstacles in which you have bombarded me with.
Dear Life,
I remember
a time when it was cool to rhyme,
and parents would applaud because you knew that
dog rhymed with
hog and log.
Dear depression
I don't want you anymore
These gloomy dark days you give me were never fun
Yet you continue scarring me
so now I don't know if it's you or me in my bathroom mirror
Dear Younger Me,
Remember all those conversations we used to have?
And remember them walls?
Them walls were once memories.
What if them memories conspired into black masses of space?
Dear first friend
The moon has orbited the earth about 6 times
Since you’ve been gone
I know this because every night I like to think that were walking across the moon
As we talked about when we were young
To the woman who ties her long, golden hair back with a floral bandana
Oh, how your silly little smile and southern impersonations have made me feel
Dear God,
I’m in a funny spot
I call it funny because I’m laughing out my mascara
I know You’re here
In the deepest part of my deadly diary
The part where you don’t even write ‘dear diary’
Rather an anonymous date perhaps as proper proof of ‘here I am’
A Letter to My Mom:
Mom, did you know?
Did you know it was your time?
You couldn't let me know I wouldn't see you when the sun shines?
You couldn't call me to your room and ask me why dishes were in the sink?
Dear My Shower,
“Don’t touch my stuff!” she yells
“It’s my turn for the T.V.” he tells
I’ve learned to share, compromise
Dear “Meant to Be”, I'm sorry if you're no longer in my life because I shut you out. I'm even more sorry if you're currently in my life, trying to show me some sort of affection, and thinking you’re failing.
To Missense
I only write letters to family
though estranged,
that you still are,
after all
You’ve run in the blood
To The One I Used to Call My Friend,
Today I buried our time capsule
Tomorrow I will bury my feelings for you
Someday, your body
To The One I Used to Call My Friend,
Today I buried our time capsule
Tomorrow I will bury my feelings for you
Someday, your body
Dear 2017,
I'm still waiting for you
To send me a nice boy
With a hairy chest
And gnarly man hands and
A bubble butt
Dear you,
If you haven't heard it today
I believe in you,
even though we've never met.
I believe in you because I know it is hard
to believe in yourself,
298 days is a long timewhen every hour is countedby the second.Dear James,I knowyou've counted them too.Did you knowthat every drop of bloodeverycrimsonteardrop
To the person I tried to look up to,
Because of you
I learned the meaning of hate,
But not why you hated me.
Because of you,
Dearest –
You are the one,
The one who’s meant for me,
As I am meant for you.
Somehow, I know this,
Despite how I met you
In two simple dreams,
Three years ago.
To my future daughter,
I had hope to never have you,
but don't think of yourself as unloved or unwanted,
rather you are my miracle, my salvation.
Dear Death
You always happen to take someone's breath
Do not deny your love for life
She is your companion, your wife
The gifts you send were once her creation
From whatever distant island you're
viewing me from today:
I have conquests on nations.
But you can't see that through a lens,
or a message,
or That letter I never replied to
Dear baby sister,
Always remember to love
Love with every fiber of your being
And with no regrets
Let your walls down
And accept the happiness
That you deserve
And always know
Dear Bec,
I’m not sorry that our friendship ended
I’m not sorry that you chose to erase my role in the book of your life
hello,
in the backyard of the cherished soil,
where my love always falls flat like
swollen notes i never sent.
comma
i stare at you while
the sun rises. the red
solo cup in my hand has been
Hello? Are you there?
I miss you.
This is just not fair.
The other day I found your missing shoe.
But how can I be the only one to care?
The one from last summer, the one that was blue.
First of all, I've never had such a hard time figuring out what words to jumble together until now. I've thought of ways to write this letter to you for over a year now. Hoping, and praying that it would actually get typed.
He called me once, you know
I was in the shower and he called me
Not once, but over and over until I answered
He asked me how to love you
What presents to get you
"I Love You"
By: Tha Thang
You might not know it
Because sometimes it's hard to see
Cuz it's inside of me
I want to show you that I love you
I don't often say it
To whom it may concern:
No one knows your name.
And why should they?
What have you done in life
to earn respect, love, to
make your mark?
Nothing.
And you never will.
this is a poem, just to say
i am in the place where
today is tomorrow already
the ground sways only
when i wish it to
the blood still rushes
through my temples
to the boy who ate peanut butter everything
i found the jar last month
to the boy who covered my scrapes and bruises
i needed a bandaid last week
to the boy who talked during movies
It’s funny, how much a person can change over the years.
You still look like me in a way, with just a little more baby fat and a little less height.
Your eyes, however, are nearly unrecognisable.
Love,
E.
What love did I have to give
But the letters L O V E
Strung together with threads of Indifference?
Dear Mom,
I woke up today screaming and then realized it was just a nightmare.
I don’t know why you didn’t come to check on me but I know I will be okay.
Dear Mom,
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry if I've caused you any sadness these past couple days.
I'm sorry if I creeped you out.
I'm sorry if I disgusted you with the idea of my love.
I'm sorry if I put a bullet through your heart.
Dear I Was,
Childhood ended
Adulthood is still far away
But still a Teen
Life was a bully back then
Dear Mack, Yes,that’s you.I knowyou stillgo by Lauren.Trust me,you’ll adjustto it. I know it’s weird;me writing to you.It’s all I couldthink to do. I just wantto help. I know it’s hard.Everything, I mean.
Mommy's eyes look sad, but she is laughing.
Daddy's upstairs he is napping.
We sit at dinner waiting alone.
The next second is always unknown.
Daddy wakes up and everything goes quiet.
Dear Child,
I want you to come into the world
And I don’t mind if you cry
For it means that you can breathe
It means you won’t die
I will hug you to slumber
Dear Life,
You are a game I can never seem to win.
In the beginning, you seem so simple to endure and accomplish,
but growing older, I see I have been lied to.
You have a funny way of tricking me.
I was happy.
We were happy.
I don't think you know, but I heard the gun.
Now, I live alone in numbness.
The feeling consumes me; that's all there is.
No peace.
Just noise.
I’m sorry that I am unable to bring you into this world. I guess that this is a curse that God gave me as a punishment for being me. If I can change I would for you. I somewhat think it's for the best though wouldn’t you agree?
To the people who said they were my friends then completely ruined me:
Thank you.
Thank you for totally destroying my ability to trust anyone.
I'll do anything you want, I'll obey your every command.I'll cross countries if you wish, I will go to any land.I want to be your humble servant, that is true.I love you deeply and I'll do anything for you.
To a star crossed miracle, to a creature of my own flesh, my gift from whatever the hell is looking out for me,
do not bury your head
You probably don't know me, but my friend made you add me on snapchat.
You are toxic
You are poison to the people around you
You are manipulative and twisted and sinister
You do not feel
You love with your mind, not your heart
You are cold and calculating,
I remember when our connection had its first break: I changed so sudden, and the whole time I was feeling your heart break. It was a pain so strong that sometimes I still feel your heartache.
To the worrisome little girl I was:
Things will fall into place.It’ll take time.Tears will be cried.But things will fit together again,Even if they’re all broken now.
Dear Love
I hope this note reaches you well.
Maybe sometime after noon?
So you will remember
To look for me
What they don't tell you
about high school
isn't spoken aloud.
How someone might call you
loud
within the first week of school.
How someone might break
your heart
To whom it concerns,
Have you a clue what you did for me?
All the great memories I have just because of you.
Never did I expect someone to impact my life as much as you have.
Keeping me happy must've be your job
Mom, you do not have OCD because you like clean sideboard.You are neat and I congratulate youbut you do not have OCD until your head is filled with a montage of shattering plates,bursting lightbulbs,smashing vases,
Everything just seems really fragile
The sophistication of a thought virus
That erupted in my soul
Dear Brother
You’ve teased me,
Loved me,
Tormented me,
And taught me.
You’ve made me cry,
Laugh,
Yell and scream,
and smile,
All in the same day.
I hated you,
Sometimes I care so much it hurts
So I hide behind indifference for anesthesia
I'm running from my inner demons
It’s easier to use my sins as temporary amnesia
I wear my Scarlett letter like a mask
You made me believe it was possible to trust another human being.
Of course the only reason why I've become so cynical of trust,
is simply because i've been broken by constant sorrow,
You were never the one who got tests
hung up on the fridge
and you never handled a ball well enough
to earn a trophy
or attention.
You were never your sister, who had
When we met, you were just another girl
But now for some reason you are my world
I havent seen you in a while but it cool
My heart says otherwise, maybe i'm a fool
The days go by, we hardly speak nowdays
to start a letter
no one knows,
this generation
has yet learned
to grow
in love,
or simplicity,
to be
of what used
to be,
I just want to thank you for the chance to tell you about who I am and what I’m trying to accomplish. I’m assuming that even if you didn’t ask me, you must have wanted to know who I really am?
It’s been a couple months.
The pictures are all gone.
But there's no delete button
For the pictures in my head.
Or the words that you said.
I’ve convinced myself that I’m over you.
How often do you come around anymore without me requesting you?
How long will you stay before leaving abruptly once again,
because you can’t stand the warmth of a familiar touch.
Dear newlywed Snow White, now Mrs. Charming,
I know I should be off working right now. I will as soon as this is done.
First off, I should probably introduce myself.
Back at the trailer, another day gone
She stopped to wonder why
She asked herself, "is this worth it?'
She was barely getting by
If a boy ever tells you you're beautiful, ask him what he thinks of your heart
For my sister Annemarie
Its not that we couldn't be
its not that we never have been
its not that we cant see
I wrote this poem because of a journal entry I wrote entitled--"Entries from an agnostic." T
I stumbled upon it without knowing what it was.
I pulled it out and saw my name written on it...the hand writting... it looked so familiar yet so diffrent...I opened it and started to read.
1) I love you. I love you like a sister, like a crazy aunt, and sometimes even like you’re my lesbian lover, when you’re in the mood to piss off your grandmother. I love you…. But…
Dear whoever you may be,
With every bone in my body I want you
I long for the day when I no longer have to search above and below
I've been fed lies about you,
Broken home
Broken heart
Torn from the inside out
Just ripped apart
………………………………..
You’re behind my scars
My one true love was a letterAnd for tears upon which I stood,It grew up through pieces of plasticsearching through years of daysfor woodFor grass, for fir, for wood, for flightEffortlessly
"Tell me, tell me, tell me once more.
The words you say before you walk out the door.
Please don't go, don't leave me here alone.
How will I know if you will ever return home?
I promise I won't tug at your hand.
I await the benevolence.
No rebellion to be found here, nor even a challenge
just a confounded nomad seeking serenity.
I hope we'll all one day be able to break through the irony.
Dressed in white and at the hall, Excited was she not nervous at all, It was a day she looked forward to since she was a child, Whenever she thought about it she sat and she smiled.
I was young, and I was Different
Even though I was odd, I was also still innocent
The agony, the deceit right in front of my eyes
Yet I was too blind, maybe even paralyzed
DEAR HOMOSEXUAL.The clock's ticked through at least six months time since our lips last exchanged breaths of clear minded humor, our hands grasping at the promises we never intended to keep isn't it funny how the mutters of the masses change the m
I'm trying to wait for you
Maybe we've met once before
I hope you take care of me
Like I promised you
I went to a dance one night on the Queen Mary in May
where the ocean kissed the ship
the same way the guests tip toed on deck
that was adorned with pearl necklaces of lights
When I look at you all I see...
Is the story of your eyes,
The reflection of your soul,
The smile on your face,
The lips of yours.
That speak words full of possibilities,
Dear Fellow "Men":
You stand so tall
Because your penis and testicles
Make you better, never wondering whether
You are a man
Dear Anthony,
I'd like to set aside order for a moment
And what's inadvertently thought of as important
To spill my heart on a palette
With words left uncalloused
Waiting to engrave
I'm really getting confused, because all i hear is bad news on the news, theme song sounding like the blues, looking for a way to find the clues, of the hidden word puzzle, escaping is a struggle, i don't want to burst bubbles, my perspective view
Dear God,
Somethings I just don’t understand; like things must be extremely complex or my mind too inferior to comprehend, the things that plague the human mind, body, and soul.
The words are in my head
But not on paper in ink.
Forming oh so slowly,
It makes it hard to think.
I grab a piece of paper,
The pen is in my hand,
But why I am not writing,
I just can’t understand.
Please mister president,
Listen to my plea.
There are fellows like you and me
Living on the street,
They are treated like meat.
When they have hearts and souls
Like you and me,
But it seems to be,
