Questioning

Breathe Him In

So what if we haven't a label? 
Feelings so strong
That he can traipse me along,
And I will be okay;
Because at least I get a part of him.
At least I can breathe in his breath,
Feel the hair of his chest beneath my fingertips,
Stare into his face as he sleeps,
And think of how I lucky I am to be near him.
I just need the chance to breathe him in.
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written: 2/20/2018

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Who Am I To You?

Who am I to you?

What am I to you?

You cannot answer me,

But in riddles

Once again,

I leave,

Perturbed

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2/10/2018

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Why?

Why am I not good enough?

What did I do wrong?

Why am I not good enough?

Why must I be alone for so damned long?

Why am I not good enough?

Why am I not worth enough to try?

Why am I not good enough?

My wings will never fly.

Why am I not good enough?

What harm did I ever do to you?

Why am I not good enough?

Why must my dreams be so few?

Why am I not good enough?

Why must I do all this crying?

Why am I not good enough,

 To do anything but slowly dying?

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A Breeze of Memory

A graveyard of dead trees

Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas

Squirrels scurry before winter strikes

As children play while others pass on bikes

 

harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing

As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing

Children shrieking and screaming as they play

Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away

 

Memories start of when I was a kid

Only broken away by time an what it did

Sitting still only in question

Of who I am and to what is my impression

 

I laughed . . . I played here

I was happy unknown of fear

But then reality again breaks memory's connection

Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection

 
Like
 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

annnd, here you have yet another class assignment that I did way back.

 

??? Who Am I Now?

Once was a

free-spirited child.

 

I ran on all fours

like Spirit* and Rain*,

galloping through the grass,

soaring over sidewalks.

 

 

Once I was a

free-spirited child.

 

I could run around naked

without a care in the world.

 

 

Once I was a

free-spirited child.

 

The world was mine,

and I was invincible!

 

 

Once I was a

free-spirited child.

 

But now, I am....

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'd like to know what you guys think of this... I have been writing it for some time now...

I also don't know 100% about the title.... open to suggestions!

 

*From the movie Spirit

I Have an Unknown Friend

I have an unknown friend, who lives in the sky

Why I question him, I do not know why

I should not go to look for him, they say

But I know he'll want to look for me someday

I wonder, I ponder, even as I sleep

I dare not awake, for I have gone too deep

But again, the sun calls to another abrupt wake

Alone again, to find an answer for my sake

I take another step foward, for this I will fight

Forever wrapped in this question, how it echoes through the burning light








What Would It Be Like...

Folder: 
My thoughts

What would it be like...

to do things differently

than I always do?

 

What would it be like...

to dress in shorter shorts,

and lower shirts?

 

What would it be like..

to give in to the urges

that guys are giving me?

 

 

What Would It Be Like...?

 

 

What would it be like...

to not always do

what I'm supposed to?

 

What Would It Be Like...?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about how I'm feeling lately...

Please let me know what you think!!

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My question

What is life?
Is it your memories of old,
Is it the actions of present,
Or is it the fear of the foretold?

What is age?
Is it the scars on your body,
Is it the winkles of skin,
Or is it the year on your ID?

What is time?
Is it the hands on the clock,
Is it the 4-digit year,
Or is it the thing that doesn't stop?

What is death?
Is it your result of living,
Is it the end,
Or is it your beginning?

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Blinded

When I am defensive
what is it I defend
is it real?
Am I in alliance with illusion?

Do I dare venture further
No longer do I care to be
a denizen of a limited mind
is there anything to find
am I blind....

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