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shelbyatwar · 1 month
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My love for her and my lust for ciggarettes both are toxic, yet i want every bit of it.
-Yash
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vellichnora · 7 months
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notes app poems are so...intimate? like there's no pressure to be good, no seeking validation. just little wisps of my emotions and observations among grocery lists. poems that are just for me. i love it
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mn-harper · 3 months
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I didn't mean to, but
I smoked that night and saw you under the stars. I held your hand each time I took a hit, your fingers taking the place of cold plastic and glass. The smoke I greedily inhaled hit me square in the chest the way that first smile did, and I choked just as I did on those first few words, when doors opened to a November night and voices reached across space so small yet substantial.  -harper
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agirlinachevy · 5 months
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it all goes on - april 10th 2022 at 23:37
the traffic lights change even if no one’s waiting for them there’s music on the radio even if no one’s tuning in it all goes on life goes on
-a girl in a chevy- april showers
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proseinthegarden · 3 months
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"he was light, he was love" - a poem by proseinthegarden
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darichonne · 1 year
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insta: @darichonne
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ginya-writes · 1 year
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Your Wormy Shell
No, of course I would still love you
if you were a worm.
I’d put you in a pot of soil
and fill it with whatever it is worms
like to eat.
But you wouldn’t be able to talk to me,
so what is it that you could love?
If not my body, my humour, our conversations,
then what is there left?
I suppose the memory of who it is inside
your wormy shell.
But what if you never had that memory and what
if you met me when I was a worm and you were
just out walking and I was there on the
concrete writhing around.
Fine, if you were a worm, I would think
you were a worm,
maybe at best a nice looking worm but
I wouldn't love you.
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thatpoetrybloke · 7 months
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Approach
Through the shadow of the wind
I see you
Drifting slowly through the darkness
gently caressing every surface
Steadfast as you move
with no final destination
I’m in awe of your determination
You approach
A slight touch of coldness
runs through my body
And as brief or as long as it is
you have touched me
Always and forever
28.9.23 @thatpoetrybloke
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little-fangg · 1 year
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alt-her · 1 year
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@alt-her, "in my ends" // Laura Foster, In Order to Bloom
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shelbyatwar · 8 days
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Waiting for that day when my inner child will say you did enough and iam proud of you!
-Yash
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afreenisnotapoet · 10 months
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What did you do to the girl?
When do they let you grow up?
How many unblown candles turning
to wax does it take?
When do they stop telling
you to change the way you are?
or hiding your the clothes
they hate to see you wear?
when does it stop
the glares of a father
every time you step
out of the house?
when do the whispers stop?
when do the sirens stop blaring?
when does a mother
stop trying
to turn her
daughter into herself?
how many girlhoods
does it cost?
How many wasted barbie dolls
and how many
wasted make up kits
does it take for a mother
to realise that her
daughter hates her?
when do they laughing at you for
loving something they don’t?
when do they stop killing
the girl who loves pink?
how many teenage
dreams need to shatter
for a girl to finally be good enough?
how many girls need to die
to make a good daughter?
when does it stop,
the house not feeling like a home?
when does it end
the urge to run away from it all?
when does it stop
trying to be the daughter who will
never be good enough
the sister too small to fill up
the hand me down shoes?
when does she stop feeling
like she’s standing naked
in front of
a crowd that hates her every
time she wants to speak what’s
on her mind?
when will the world stop
putting her on a pedestal
to make the world out of her reach?
when will the silence end?
when will she grow up?
why won’t you let her grow up?
why won’t you stop holding her back
because you refuse to let go of what was?
where is the girl gone?
what did you do of the woman she was supposed to be?
where has she gone?
what did you do to her?
will she ever come back?
where is her grave?
is that what you wanted?
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mn-harper · 5 months
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you look at me like I hung the moon,
"I love you," The words hung between us; they took my breath away, and made me feel sick. I pretended not to hear you. I didn't know what to say, but I knew I couldn't say it back; I'm a coward. -harper
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agirlinachevy · 5 months
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ashamed - march 6th 2022 at 11:21
shame is probably the worst thing i’ve ever felt and i’m so sorry if you’ve ever been blamed mistreated abused ignored or berated because of something over which you have no control you may be different but you are not wrong you are not all they say you are you are so much more and you deserve so much more
-a girl in a chevy- marching
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makiarose · 7 months
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Neptune ♡
I apologize for making these so sad lmao, I recently cut off my situationship, not because I wanted to. I just had to, it was never going to go anywhere and he was just using me as some kind of option that he'll never choose or a placeholder in his life and I got fed up and decided to choose myself. this explains why, i just thought i'd use this as an outlet to cope and put my emotions somewhere. hope you enjoy. <3
I am an afterthought. I am in the back of your mind or not in it at all, im not the person you think of when something makes you happy, or the person you run to when something makes you sad. im not on a pedestal, im not a priority. i dont even think i am a person to you, but i still loved you, i still longed for you and i definitely thought of you when something made me happy and i definitely wanted to run to you when something made me sad. but you don't notice me, you see me, but you dont notice me. you touch me but you dont hold me. you kiss me, but you dont kiss me and i settle for it, because its you. but, eventually i realized that theres more to life than the person who could not love you right, or even love you at all. i mean it sucks thinking that someone means a lot to you but they dont even really think of you. at night, in the morning, when they are busy, when they are bored, i get it. in the moment it feels like your world is ending and you wonder why they just dont want you back, but its not about you. the world is not out to get you, you are not cursed, you are not incapable of feeling anything other than sadness, loneliness adn emptiness. they just aren't yours, and you are not theirs. and when you think about it, i mean really think about it, is that really such a bad thing? why would you ever want someone who doesnt want you in the same way that you want them?
~ makia rose <3
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darichonne · 1 year
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insta: @darichonne
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