Sadpoem Stories

"I know that sometimes for people, I feel like too much; But let me kiss away the phantom pain that the scars remind you of, Let me kiss the burns on your hands, From when you touched the burning fire within my soul. Let me show you that yes, I am too much. I am too much, to be let go." Number 73 in the 2017 Literary Awards Completed 12/21/16 My 1st poetry book.

Some of my poems about random things I think about :)

Let's talk about the D. Depression. *cover by @naramatilda

"When the Rain Stays Inside" is my melancholic love letter to someone who once felt like home. It's about a love that didn't end with a goodbye but slowly faded through life's cruel turns. This poem reflects the quiet kind of grief, the one that rains inside you every day. If you've ever held on to the memory of someone long after they're gone, this piece is for you.

A poem about what it feels like (for me) to be lonely . Kinda a rant

"ʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ. ᴡʜᴏᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ, ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇꜰᴜʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ." ,,ᴋᴛᴏ ɴɪᴇ ᴅᴏᴢɴᴀ ɢᴏʀʏᴄᴢʏ ɴɪ ʀᴀᴢᴜ, ᴛᴇɴ ɴɪᴇ ᴅᴏᴢɴᴀ ꜱᴌᴏᴅʏᴄᴢʏ ᴡ ɴɪᴇʙɪᴇ. ᴋᴛᴏ ᴍɪᴌᴏꜱ́ᴄɪ ɴɪᴇ ᴢɴᴀ, ᴛᴇɴ ᴢ̇ʏᴊᴇ ꜱᴢᴄᴢᴇ̨ꜱ́ʟɪᴡʏ, ɪ ɴᴏᴄ ᴍᴀ ꜱᴘᴏᴋᴏᴊɴᴀ̨ ɪ ᴅᴢɪᴇɴ́ ɴɪᴇᴛᴇ̨ꜱᴋʟɪᴡʏ.(...)"

Poems I wrote..👩🏼‍🎨

Another small poem I wrote recently, not much but oh well.

SOME OF THESE SEEM LIKE SUICIDE NOTES BUT THEY ARE NOT SUICIDE NOTES some of these are also personal experiences some are also LGBT sooooooooo yeah and some of the quotes are from google and it didn't put who made up the quote

"A raw tale of love turned toxic, revealing the chaos hidden behind a lover's mask."

do u hear me?

"Go, I Will Go" Poem By Little Dragon Is A Poem That Reflects On Those Who Waved Goodbye To Life Itself, Leaving The World Without Completing Their Dreams.

These are just my poems. I've wanted to write a book of my poetry for a while. It will include small poems, long poems, happy poems, sad poems. Poems, just poems.

With each of your ten footsteps away from me, my heart sinks. I want to follow your path to reach you again, but you walked too far, so I lost my way.

The world sees her as the life of the party She sees it as, the party is her life, in which she can't escape

What could have been is far more hurtful than an almost, because we know there's always a chance, yet we chose to lose it instead.

Poetry about unconventional subjects such as the effects of relationship abuse and commonalities such as love and it's heartbreak. "I've sat myself next to the door because I'm afriad to go anywhere else. I'm afraid to travel too far and I won't hear your knock. I can't bring myself to separate my spine from the stability of this wood. The structure has become a lifeline. It is as if my body pressed against the frame will bring your proximity closer to me. As if me awaiting your arrival makes you more likely to walk the path that leads to me. I just can't bare to be any further from where there's a possibility of you that will answer my prayers with a doorbell ring." Started: 9/22/19 Completed: 12/8/19 My 4th poetry book.

This one's for the brokenhearted.