heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
A love letter to myself
I have always loved 110% with whatever partner I had to the point I would lose myself. I however would never love the one person I needed to; myself. I always judged myself harshly, and never would acknowledge any good things about me. This last year has been an experience I would not wish on my worst enemy, and by going through this I have been isolated from the opportunity to delve into negative habits that would cause me to lose myself more. Thanks to this I have been able to take time to start discovering who I am as a person again. As I’ve gone through this process, I have begun to notice the little things about my personality that I had buried to match the people I meant to please. I found my sense of humor, I was able to start practicing my old hobbies I held so dear to me. I got to start practicing makeup again, singing, drawing, and painting. I was able to discover new things I loved like bowling and scuba diving. I slowly noticed the light that had been dimmed in my face and eyes was starting to glow brighter with each passing day. I didn’t despise waking up every morning, and hating myself any time I looked in the mirror. I am learning on this journey how to truly fall in love with myself, and while I take the time to do that, I look forward to finding someone that will love all the little things about me that I’m re-learning to love myself.
By Kylee Matthews4 years ago in Poets
Creepy crawler
creepy crawly creatures crawl, clearly crossed. Cowardly coworkers cower carefully. Comfort comes close clearing creatures candidly. Coming close, creature cluster contacts cream. Clobbering crazy coworkers cemented creepy crawlers, cops came climbing. Candy cleaned, crawlers creeped cowardly coy.
By Alex H Mittelman 4 years ago in Poets
