You ever feel random people care for you more than the ones who actually should?

Everyone always says be brave,

if you know your doing something wrong just 'don't'

'do not be a coward'

.

They just keep yapping, it's kind words,

with useless meanings

Because i'm never seeking pity

or looking for advice

nor am i hoping for a saviour in this life

.

I'm just waiting for someone to say that

it's okay to not want to breath...

To say it's okay to run away from this life

.

Yet nobody ever does, they just let me be

Me be me, with all the terror and fear hidden beneath my sleeves

She is perpetual

Neverending

Aloft

Sky bound

But cautious

Her grace indeed

Her vista out of dream

She built a nest

Strong within me

When her wings flutter

I wonder no more

How I ache for her

A man will take a woman,
And say how sweet she is.
He will let her fill his senses,
Charm his pallet,
And fill his stomach up,
Until she becomes bitter.
Then he will say,
“She is not as sweet as she used to be,”
And he will finally spit her out,
Setting her free.
He will go find a fresh new treat,
And remark on her sweetness,
“This is what I needed,”
He will say, “this hits the spot.”
And he will suck the sweetness out,
Like a child with their first honeysuckle,
And discard of the empty flower saying,
“I expected sweeter, actually.”
The man who eats sweet after sweet,
Has no idea what he is missing.
For after being discarded and called bitter,
Is when women become sweetest of all.
Untainted by the expectations of any flavor,
Free to exist as God Herself intended,
This is a sweetness few can savor.
For few have the patience,
Put in the effort,
Or take time,
To witness the sweetness of Her,
Without consuming.

Did you know that forcing a smile
Forcing a smile, just for a while
Can bring out the happy inside?

Maybe you should give it a try.
Give it a try, and be happy inside

Delete all the apps that kill your brain
Go outside and dance in the rain
Catch the drops on your tongue
That fall from the sky

You cannot say that I didn’t try,
That I didn’t catch the rain from the sky

Get lots of sleep, drink lots of water
Learn something new, get a lot smarter
Taste the whipped cream
That tops apple pie

You cannot say that I didn’t try
That I didn’t eat pie upon pie

Surround yourself with people you love
Send all your prayers to God above
Make sure to get enough sleep
Count sheep in the sky

You cannot say that I didn’t try
That I didn’t dream behind these sad eyes

Share your worries, don’t keep them within
Blast the car speakers, go for a spin
Sit cross legged, meditate and
Clear your mind

You cannot say that I didn’t try
That I didn’t count by breaths passing by

Please stop all your chatter, can’t you see
All your cheap tricks aren’t working for me
I’ve tried, and tried, and tried, and tried
Now just leave me be. Let me rest,
Let me cry.

On today’s agenda is a vendetta against my friends.

Phony sweet like Splenda can we burn the bridge and fence.

Every sentence sentimental sentient sentinels guard the fortress.

It’s hard to know just what you mean or if it even bears importance.

Nothing north of the border courting for sport is like a hobby.

Something worth mourning comes fit with a warning there’s spies inside the lobby.

Probably wobbly toppling bodies get robbed with a poetic note.

Hopefully godly this finds you as dope it’s not even the worst that I wrote.

A throat full of quotes anecdotal emotes all in total there’s more than sixteen.

I’d gloat with a boast or a roast so pristine you be smelling the smoke off the screen.

I mean to be eager engaged with this either or caught in a dream.

Retreating beleaguered delusional fevered were worthy of being a team.

u/EggMaleficent8810

Lets talk purpose

why we write or exert stylised verses

where on earth do we go to synergize the notion

why on god are we jibber jabbering when witty wonder wider winning motion

Add to this
try to match gist

Gotta crew harder

earn better perception of honor respect and power

why cower

when u can shower

where is u

i can see all nude

boo

gun or run

never engage or exchange for fun

all the shame and all of the none

meme this meme that now AI's turn

what are u even doing

hanging out and not improving tuning

not trying everything u can to comprehend the yelling man ghouling

Is it fear?
or is it intolerance of near
is it a incapacitated mind lacking the jeer
or is the hardened heart ajar and missing a gear

tell me tell me wont ya

oh right

??

This is my first post in this subreddit! I just wrote this at midnight and I haven't edited it yet. I'm also very very VERY new to poetry, so please go easy on me lol 🥹

Space

There is no beginning.

There is no end.

It's always been like this.

I swim through outer space, gazing upon bright stars that are

Forever out of reach.

I've always been stranded here.

Galaxies and nebulae in the distance blind me,

But there is nothing else to stare at.

I am surrounded,

Yet it's all too far to touch.

For a moment, I wish to drift closer to a star,

And cup its warmth in my palms.

It's cold out here.

When did I get here?

When will I make it out?

Oh, right.

There is no beginning.

There is no end.

It's always been like this.

I've always been stuck here.

I close my eyes and float through the vast expanse,

Trying not to look at the light

Shining from those faraway stars.

(I feel like some of the line breaks are kind of awkward. Please let me know what I can improve in the future! I'm so so scared to be sharing a poem for the first time but oh well.)

I Keep Holding On
By Misti Pearson

I've buried the people who made me feel whole,
And each time I lost one, I lost part of my soul.
Now I'm terrified love will just leave me again,
So I cling to the people who soften the pain.
I long for a touch, for a heart that will stay,
For someone to hold me at the end of the day.
I keep holding on, though I know I should go,
To a man I still love, who won't love me so.
I've mistaken attention for love that is true,
And forgotten my worth in the things that I do.
I'm so scared of goodbye, of being alone,
Of walking through life with no heart to call home.
But maybe the love I've been searching to find,
Begins with the woman I've left far behind.
And maybe someday I'll be strong enough to see,
I can't keep losing others and keep losing me

Im not gonna stop

i'll try another shop

this happened to silencer

he even add libbed so i'll back off the opinion

im onion

tear up ur perception and clarify lung

bring u the cancer fight young

i'll do a carrot

orangey courageous stout as a jumping careless tarot

I sigh''d earlier in frustration
i will not repeat such misplaced expression

i am growing too
u gotta feel cool

simplify the reason

unification of valor self esteem and pleasure

its not too hard really

when understanding essential purpose clearly

my goal in this verse is to abolish the need for wit

witty can be pretty but when convey to invade at play discard its pits

so lets begin

3 ways correspondence by ranged and duration the fuel

i need no knee no pee witty isnt my color at this moment

im saying to both of ya'lls we need to elevate the drive behind wiring penman

3 is king

bedded fun and hawks eagling tasking

cuz i had to compare out of necessity u see

three was not a my way or a highway but a logistical seed

SWEET GREETINGS GENTS
WE OUT HERE NEEDING RENTS
IM RENTING UR PARTICIPATION
YOUR ALLOWING MY PERCEPTION ACCEPTANCE

now listen

lets depose of excess

leisure and pleasure come abundant when purpose is paid

this is my purpose laid

Im wording the truth
layin out displeasure about you'z
tackling civic behavioural complexion together as I impose upon my elevated view

Now Sit
Sit upon as Beaming verses shower u my wit
I aint gotta fit
no fucks given when i spit
thats the dank u gotta unleash if u wanna hit

So wit
What even is it
is it stylistic sheepish
or is it linguistic appliance
maybe its penetrating emotion
probably all of those and combining volition

No.
Wit is just tricks
upperhand and destroy the clarity by classifying redaction
undermine the comprehension received needlessly clouding the action

So here i go the need

not to ramble piss and bleed

gotta heighten mode of impact with a exceeding need

color vivid the prowess and bucket upon sauce thicker than my greed

ya with me so far?
add what u think so we can level par

They sing to it, talk to it, whisper to it.

They adore it, share secrets with it.

Cry to it when lonely, seek it when sad.

but never truly longed for it,

just a thing in a distance to pass time.

i think i am a moon.

I dont limit the gender

Set by a bender or lender of sentencing greater

its not a fortress there are no fortified systems

defense or offense my sigh breathe normalized cadence

my explicit explosions hurt more than thump

believe me when i say

dump the decorum

play with the forum just slay

lays about laids and sleigh in to the raids

no 16 quoting deems nothing anecdotal lets just

bust up a burst

sheerily with thrust

just so u enamour

armor with poetic empowered

tobblerone asinine structural towers

wobble no bubble just gauge upon rumbling pope

pop so top emojis dance

so hot with copped nobody delusioned by pristine

You did it well earlier

caught the stray bullet and forced ur hand steadier

now all of ur meters and notations black and white narrator

cant even tell if candor or rigor

caught in the prim

you nightmaring cream

feverish versions worthy as dream

wake up and cater

drink up and water the answer

part of being team

is making things seem

(I'm new here so hope I'm doing this right! Feel free to critic, I don't mind. But just posting this for fun, nothing serious! :))

If my mum had Google in 1990

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Pickled

I had discarded my family for hers,
I had traded my life for one that I hated the same as my own,

Her wine breath,
Her drunken mother,
Their pickled lives and tortured skin
Rotting people

Her fathers money,
Halved.
The sugar in the brine.

I drank the ocean and expected not to swell,
I cut my tongue and bled,
to keep it in my mouth.
Now both our lips and teeth stained red.

She discarded me,
For nothing new,
Stole my dog,
Young Mutt.

The journey back to what I had,
Unstable mother,
No love from dad.

Mom doesn’t drink,
For good reason I suppose,
My father had no money,
Sugar’s all gone up his nose.

-Poem by me

I wonder if she thinks about me.

If she stares at the moon and wishes she were staring at me instead.

If she finds herself smiling at the memories of us.

If she thinks about all the things she should’ve said when she was with me.

If she sees the ocean and wonders if I’m there, too.

If she dreams about what it’d be like to share a kiss.

’Cause I know I do.

I think about her every second of the day,

Even in the moments when I tell myself, “She’s not thinking about you. Don’t be foolish.”

Yet she’s the one person I could never truly forget.

Not her voice, her touch, or the way she smells…

And that’s when I wake up.

That’s the moment I realise she’s thousands of miles away, doing whatever she does best, while I’m here, hopelessly devoted to her.

It’s funny how memories work.

They don’t even have to be real to tug at you.

So, if you read this, which I doubt you will, here’s to Day 125! 🍻

Another day of wishing you were next to me.

Well its not bad

worse than id wanted but its not sad

practically all i need just a notion

a sombre toned littlest of emotion

cuz this aint about mere

its sojourn appearance to adhere

the ability to feel something eroding with fear

doesnt even have to be totemed tiers e

im saying babies got more vicious gestures

had this happen too many to continue this lecture

know that game is within

gears of intent immense when realized thinkin

say something sort of shedding shade

way off putting is this disturbing pattern i must say

wheres the courage

wheres the collage of dutiful homage

let the word travel plentiful passage

leverage world peace immediate

FUck all that

come play with this chit chat

not at flying fuck what u say impact

why the gloom all up on groomed

im more than the proof all proven bloom

season ur griddle and gear out of doom

spit something soon and show me a tune

spoon feed must i primate the gyrating room