Poetry or Death

A Collection of my Soul

[annaalicepoetry]

Sappy little lost girl,

Lost but stuck,

She went the wrong way,

Shit out of luck!

She found a bad boy,

He wants to fuck,

She went the wrong way,

Wow it must suck!

Being the lost girl,

Out in the muck,

She went the wrong way,

Shit out of luck!

[annaalicepoetry]

Listen as the clouds weep,

Never in this life,

Have I felt alive,

Until I was stuck in the droplets,

As they pounded my aging skin,

And they reminded me,

That the universe weeps with me.

[annaalicepoetry]

Empty feelings,

Fast fingers,

Long nights,

No sleep.

High ceilings,

Sadness lingers,

Late flights,

No sleep.

[annaalicepoetry]

Kicking

I’m still alive and kicking just because it pisses some people off and that’s the good shit I live for.

[annaalicepoetry]

Sometimes

It’ll hit you out of nowhere. Driving home in the rain, I watched children walk home from school, And I wanted to offer them an umbrella, But I had left it on my porch. All of a sudden I will remember, The bus dropping me off for school, We were running late, and it was raining. The bus drops us off a block from the school, So I had to run the rest of the way. I walk into French class drenched and late, And of course I don’t have my book. I have to ask to go get it, and the teacher is not amused. After class she sits me down, And tells me how she knows I’m not doing well. She was right. She gives me a dry shirt, And says if I need anything to ask. I begin to cry. I cried when she said that. I cried watching the kids walk in the rain. I cry now just thinking about it. But why do I cry? Sometimes, when you hope the world can’t see how much it all hurts, and all the pain inside, They do see, Sometimes.

[annaalicepoetry]

Healing

I’m talking to my family again. And friends too. I went and got my hair cut, It made me feel better. And I got some cute clothes, Even though they were expensive. And I’ve been rubbing my own feet, Shoulders and neck. Just because it feels nice, To be more intune with my self. I’m trying to heal myself, By myself.

[annaalicepoetry]

Alot

I’ve been brainwashed, I guess you could say, We all have been. Because, every Movie, song, and play Has made us think That change would Change our minds, when Really everything is the same. So I guess, You could say, I’ve learned a lot About myself, Others, And the false change around us.

[books-n-quotes]

Dear God, do old scars ever stop hurting?

Stephen King, The Shining (via books-n-quotes)

[annaalicepoetry]

Feeling

I stopped writing. I stopped walking the dog. I stopped shaving my legs. And getting my hair cut. I stopped going shopping. I haven’t seen my friends. I wanted to go to a few concerts, But I talked myself out of it. I stopped reading. And listening to music. And watching TV. I found my self driving without The radio. Simply too preoccupied in my mind to notice the deafening silence. I stopped eating. I stopped sleeping. I don’t call or text my family. I stopped going to the grocery store. Didn’t pay my bills. I even stopped masturbating and having sex. I’m 23 years old, and I have stopped living my life. I want to start writing again. And walking the dog. And being healthy. And love myself. I want to start feeling again. AAP Poetry or Death

[annaalicepoetry]

I cry myself to sleep because

I told you I walked in front of traffic today and you didn't bat an eye.

[annaalicepoetry]

Maybe the reason I'm so bitter is because I already know how it all ends.

[annaalicepoetry]

And if I had a soul, I'd burn it for you.

[annaalicepoetry]

Unsaid

I tore my life into pieces I cannot mend,

I've been listening to the voices in my head,

I found there sacred boundaries have no end,

I'm surprised they haven't found me dead,

I haven't been a very good friend,

I guess some things are better left unsaid.

AAP

[annaalicepoetry]

They tell me to write poetry with rhyming,

They say my writing is off timing,

They say I don't have the right skills,

Poetry is life, let that ink spill.

[voidlightmoon]

Was it all in vain

the love, the laughs, the hurt and pain

I don’t know

just don’t know anymore

The things we hide

secrets locked in our innermost hearts

the things we show

avalanche slow

the sum of all the parts

Was any good done

when you and collide

new born star exploding, enfolding

light streamed,

new born hopes dreamed

only to run and hide

Even the stars fade away

light, a tremorous gasp in the night

and here we are, with nothin

nothin left to say

no more heat left

in this fight

no more wrong,

no such thing as right

All I know, all I ever fucking knew

is how it felt, to be

when it was only me

only me and you

[annaalicepoetry]

And as soon as you were here,

You were gone.

See you Soon, Space Cowboy

[justscribbledwords]

i ruined myself, on purpose,

because if i wasn’t

good enough for you

i didn’t want to be

good enough for the world