I don’t get it Do you? I don’t know What’s this feeling I can’t show A perfect day Secrets and jokes Merely moments ago In a blink Im slipping Falling Memories Newly formed Yet out of reach Grasping At blanks And touching air Seconds before Hanging with friends Now isolated And lonely A ditch I dug For myself Thoughts there With words Not able to form No one to talk to To understand And no words To describe What a ditch I dug Huh.
~ hiddengirl75
What’s so great about it?
Why does everyone want it?
Do I need it?
It is such an easy word
To throw around
Why do we give it so much meaning and yet so little?
We say “I love it!”
Do we really?
What is love?
How do you love?
How do we use love?
So easy to say.
Too easy to say.
So much meaning and yet so little.
Do I need love?
Do you need love?
Maybe not.
But do you crave it and want it?
Simple, yes.
That’s why I hate it and the word.
It’s too easy to use or misuse.
Too easy to say.
And love itself is such a touchy subject.
Can you say it?
“I love it” or “I love you”
It should be heavy
When you say it
It should hold meaning
But does it?
A poem based off a weekend challenge that I missed the deadline to. So here I am posting it here, because I haven’t posted poetry in awhile.
Until we meet again…
~ hiddengirl75
Okay, so I’m on the amino app. In the poetry community and I was going to enter the weekend challenge but I didn’t make the deadline so I thought why not post it here. So here I go the challenge was to write the poem in letter-style, so yeah.
Dear ___________,
Why do I feel so guilty?
Looking at happy memories,
Associated with you.
I know the feeling is not normal.
I know that you didn’t mean it.
I know that you are oblivious to how I feel.
I hid and avoided
Ducking in and out of buildings
Just to not run into you
But when they told be how
You had flushed red
When teased
I felt guilt and sorrow
Why had my feelings been more important
Why did I leave you,
In their line of fire
I’m sorry I did nothing
As you took all their jokes
Maybe it didn’t bother you
Maybe it’s all in my head
But I will never know
If you truly did flush red
Did you look at me
As I glanced away
Do you hate me?
As I run away.
Hey,
Can we still be friends?
Even though I ditched you
And left you defenseless in the end.
I’m sure you’re fine
And don’t even care
That the thoughts in my head
Aren’t even there.
So I’ll go away now and leave you here
Without me maybe you’ll be safe from their endless stares.
I’m sorry,
love, C
Well there’s that, hopefully it was good. I had those feelings stored in me for a while so now it’s all out and it feels great. I encourage you to write a poem or a letter about lost feelings or hidden loves. It might make you feel a little better when you let it out.
~hiddengirl75
So you know that moment when you are reading a book again for maybe the thousandth time. It is all fine and dandy and it’s going great. You absolutely love the book and it feels like reading it for the first time again. But then you think back to when you read previously and you remember all the bad things that are going to happen. Then you have that horrible sinking gut feeling, yeah that’s how I feel right now. I was just lying on my bed reading, “The Elite,” [part of the selection series(definitly recommend it, I love it. It’s one of my fave book series)]and I was having fun. Then I remembered which characters were going to die in the next book and the sadness and pain that was going to follow after this happy moment. And that just sent me spiraling into a pit of sadness. It also didn’t help that I wasn’t feeling all fine and dandy when I first started reading. The reading was supposed to pull me out of my slump, but now I’m deeper in. I hate it when that happens. Has this ever happened to you? If so with what book? (Answer in the comments.) On the side note the picture above is the series it’s just missing the 4th book, cause I don’t own it and that is my picture and copies of the books. Well that’s all I have for now.
So until we meet again…
~hiddengirl75
Wandering with me 