Bewussteinsstorm

 Amateur Poet

[kapara-sheli]

Schuhe

I heard it The sound of him yelling and her back hitting the wall My ear pressed against the door, and in my stomach lay a pit I wanted to walk away and ignore it, but there I stay Hearing it all

[adhdgooglesearches]

how do I stop starting new interesting projects all the time and actually finish something for once

[kapara-sheli]

Erledigt

I tried to end it a thousand times, and everytime you've apologized. Yet, with or fights bigger and our patience smaller, We both stopped and realized it's all a bunch of lies.

[kapara-sheli]

Liebes Vogel

I didn’t do anything; I don’t think I have. Have I done something without realizing? This is all my fault. Maybe it’s my hair. Or the weight I’m losing. It could be when I sat in his chair? Or how easily I’ve been bruising? I don’t know what to do; He’s gotten into my mind. I wish he’d just give me a clue So I can free myself from this emotional bind.

[kapara-sheli]

Verwechslung

I feel like our connection is like one-way glass, But which side am I seeing? Who is just looking at themselves and their own insecurities? And who is seeing the truth?

[visual-poetry]

»i was young i needed the money« by allen grubesic (+)

[kapara-sheli]

Müde

He’s out again, longer this time I’ve been laying in bed, listening to our janky wind chimes. But I have to get up and make him dinner; While I’m fattening him up, I’m getting thinner I can’t even think about eating I just want to know what he’s doing, who is he meeting? He was supposed to be home twenty minutes ago, he usually calls Now he can’t even let me know, man does he have balls. “Fifteen missed calls and twenty-eight messages,” That’s what happens when I am ten minutes late; But he can’t even text one lie while he’s on his date. I don’t even bother anymore, he doesn’t answer I bet he wouldn’t even check his phone if I was diagnosed with cancer.

[kapara-sheli]

I’m not a moron, I know what you’ve been doing

I’ve seen all these girls that you’re pursuing

Those late night at work, but nothing got done.

You’re not out of breath, but, oh, you “went on a run.”

Why can’t I just leave?

You think I’m oblivious and that gets me so peeved

How can I still love you if you treat me this way?

But do I truly still love you anyway?

I think I’ve gone mad

I don’t know what to say

All the thoughts I have are just sad

I can’t even gather the will to kneel and pray

[haleyincarnate]

“The Jacket Weather” by Iain S. Thomas, featured in his poetry collection, I Wrote This For You and Only You

[biancabaumann]

Moody plants 🌺🍃

[kelogsloops]

a little, feathery friend

[kapara-sheli]

Hilflos

My eyes droop as I stood before thee 
As you snickered and ignored my plea 
For my feelings were useless to you, though they still lurk And no point I made could ever rupture that smirk You stood there proud and tall, 
Looking down upon me like I meant nothing at all. I tried to open my mouth to speak, 
But you just just turned the other cheek I just want you to know how I feel, 
But your heart seemed as cold as steel. 
I thought I knew you like the back of my hand, When in reality, you were from a different land

[kapara-sheli]

Elf

We went our separate ways, to our own front doors

Hesitant to see what our loved ones would say

When the door opened, my mouth was to the floor

Finally, it was the life I’ve been waiting for

No mother, no pain

Just my brother and sister

And the patter of the rain

[kapara-sheli]

Zehn

Two years of travel and not one “Wanted” sign

We started to miss the Tulsa skyline

So we headed back, fear in the back of our minds

Just thinking about our friends brought shivers down our spines

[kapara-sheli]

Neun

Times got tough, and we needed money

I loved my friend and I didn’t need her to worry

So I sold my body night after night

Some memories of that time, now, being blurry

[kapara-sheli]

Thank You

The few people who like my poems make me so happy; since the only reason I post on here is to just put my thoughts somewhere (and paper doesn’t cut it anymore). So, thank you for actually taking the time to read my poems that are far too long. 

I really appreciate it!

[kapara-sheli]

incorrect german and political views, what a great day