Her thoughts in words

Tag: creative writing

  • Red Flags

    Arise o manipulators Time wasters, drunk texters Stand right nau, what’s the problem? What’s up You’re still in denial right? I get that from people like you a lot The thing about red flags is that they always stay hidden While the green ones are flown, high in the air Like a parade of good…

  • Give Me A Moment

    The mtn number you’ve dialled Feels too vulnerable to talk to you right now She knows you’re trying to help, but she really doesn’t need it Please try again later Or dial *505# To listen to a pre-recorded message. Hold on a minute Please, give me a second to recollect myself I need a moment…

  • A “No-helpian”

    I know this is gonna be harsh It’ll hurt But I hope you’ll understand Because I sure don’t get Why y’all act like hypocrites Every damn day It’s lovely to want to help people To listen To always be there But how can you expect me to confide in me When you never tell me…

  • Friends

    I search for friends like other girls search for boyfriendsNope, not this oneShe’s too shallowShe raises her voiceThis one even sounds like my mumI know it’s weird but it’s been way too long.Since I formed a close relationship with someone I genuinely liked. Everyone is so nice hereBut it feels like I’m forcing it all…

  • A penny for your silence?

    “A penny for your Silence, Martha?” My sister asked,One night when we were both alone.“You’re no longer as loud as you usually are and you barely talk at all”I shook my head and pulled on a smile that felt too big for my face,And it felt so fakeThat the edges of my lips began to…

  • A letter to my mom

    Hi,I’m writing this poem to youThough it’s supposed to be a letterYou’re not ever meant to see itBut I hope somehow it makes me feel betterA friend of mine promised it would. I’m sorryI really am, honestlyIt’s not like me to do what I didThe new year cheers really got to mePeople kept saying2023, new…

  • College

    I stare at my phone,Eyes heavy with bags they don’t need to carry.I look from note to text book,From jotter to pen,And wonder why I’d been so happy to come to this school. I’m so exhausted that weird things are becoming my lifestyle,Like talking to myself,And considering mixing coffee with fearless.They said this school life…

  • Circe

    Circe. Circe, they called her,For she was a literal goddess of magic,With a twist of her pen and a story in her head she could make anything come to life.With her wildest dreams and greatest ideas she created a universe she could call her own.None of the poets who came before or after her could…

  • Unafraid of the pen

    I hold the pen in my hand,A writer true and true,Not just of plays and great song lyrics,But of moving books, articles too.I didn’t know how powerful the pen could be until I began to take writing seriously.I didn’t know how much of an effect my words could have,Until I started writing true stories. Leaving…

  • Tired

    Not sure what this poem is going to be about,Because I’m really not sure what exactly is wrong with me.I legit got eight hours of sleep last night.So why am I still tired? Why do I still drag my feet as I walk along the corridors,How can I sleep and sleep and still wake up…

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