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The 2016 obesession over boys is just a memory to me.  I thought I loved each and every single one of them.  Realizing after graduation that it was all a bunch of noise you see.
The wind whispers softly to you, calling your name. The warm sun warms your body  like a flame.
As you can see America is filled with the "American Dream" but the American Dream is usually described as everyone having "equal opporunity to achieve success and prosperity."
you are like an unfinished poem, your story has no end,  you are the only thing ive ever been so sure of, the only person i do not regret. i used to be so broken, so unsure of what to do.
How precious seconds pass by me with haste. I grip its tail in hopes that it will stay. A force that acts poetically with space. "Leave me slowly. Keep me here." I pray.  
Shadows of the night Mortal enemy Of my soulless life That once again Has brought to the light What by day I manage To keep buried deep inside me    By day you can see
Your eyes used to be so bright They looked straight forward Unnerving but more alive than all those around you, They used to look so colorful and awake   What changed you?   Was it the people?
As time pass life begins to give a whole new start. As I'm tired something tells me to keep going. As the wind blow God whispers child hold on As my eyes blink back
Arriving at this place filled with fear and competition Feeling inept, inadequate, unfit and incapable I hid behind my worries, my scares and even me, bare I didn't like me, embarrassed, couldn't handle a stare
I do not speak loud
I keep telling myself
I'm sorry you had to come in the world this way
We are, we are Hanging by a thread But we are definitely Lucky we're not dead   We're not dead, And with that said, Let us enjoy our daily bread And live rightfully so.
See that red house on the hill? To live there would be a thrill! This appartment we live in now,
Sometimes life isn’t easy.Sometimes life isn’t fair.Sometimes your dream is givento someone who is “better”.Society’s wrecked, humanity too.Trusting yourself; seems the only thing to do.
Every night, I cried, I died inside just a little every night. Every night no one cared, no one dared to ask how I felt, every night. Every night I stared at my scared riddled arms, doing myself harm, every night.
laying ont the ground, shaking i'ts a silent, dead kind of shake we all know that feeling when you're so done and you just cant handle it anymore when thinking becomes a murderer and slowly kills you
Sun kissed toes in the sugar soft sand Washed by the ocean on a tropical land. She closes her eyes and dreams of a place, Away from the world, where she sees his face. She finds herself away from real life
These tears Less fluid More daggers Cutting and obscuring the face If anything can kill, It’s this pain And uncertainty
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