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You know, I don't think that anyone is going to read what I have to put down, but just in case you are, hello. My name is Chrissy and I am a 17 year old girl. I tend to write poetry and stories when I am down. Unfortunately, my pages in all of my composition notebooks are full. I feel like that's a problem, since I have only had the three of them for about 7 months. I'm not really sure how I got to this site... Novni. But, I like the fact that people can read my thoughts without knowing exactly who I am. You know, I had a cat once with a name fairly close to the name of this site. His name was Novi, because he was born in November. So original, I know. Don't come for me. He died a little while ago. About three or four years? More? I'm not really sure. Time seems to blend together for me anymore. I don't really sleep, which isn't helping the dark circles that hug the bottom lids of my eyes. I kind of like my dark circles, however. Mysterious vibes, I've been told. People don't talk to me very often because I look at everyone a certain way, and my dark circles are just there. Apparently, I look like I'm contemplating your demise. This is the kind of writing that I like to do, sometimes. The rambling kind. The kind where I just go on and on and on about what's my head. I can't talk to anyone about what r e a l l y goes on up here, but you know, I can give you the nicer things, no? Oh, since we're friends now, I should tell you that I'm doing really well in school and you should totally be proud of me. Say you're proud! ... ... ... Thank you. <3 I appreciate it. Even though I couldn't hear you, I know you at least thought it. I can't believe you're actually still reading this. I'm boring, so why are you still here? Not that I don't like you reading this or anything, just confused. Since you're here for a reason, lemme recite a poem, okay? I promise that it isn't one of those poems that say "Thee," and "art thou," and all that. Those are boring and I pinkie promise you that I wouldn't bore you to absolute death. :) Ready? Okay.
They always say that happiness will find you,
But sadness finds you too.
It sneaks behind you in the darkness,
Just when you thought you made it through.
It rips holes where there was once soft ground,
The kind of holes you never knew were there.
That is, until you go and take a step,
And you're standing over air.
You watch as the world passes you by,
In blurry colors and sounds.
Nothing around you making any sense,
As you plummet your way down.
You can't remember how it started,
Or if it will ever end.
But you do know that you would give anything,
To simply stand on your feet again.
Sadness is the feeling,
When the falling doesn't stop.
And it saps your life of meaning,
And all the good things that you've got.
So when you hit rock bottom,
And look up at the sky.
What you once had seem so far away,
And the only thing you can do is cry.
People yell out "save yourself!",
Calling out things about "happiness" and "hope".
But they're too busy with their own lives to realize,
That it would be a lot easier if they would just throw down a rope.
Now, I don't know who wrote it, but I like it. Even though it isn't my cup of tea within the genres of poetry. It's nice. Sad, but nice. I don't know what I'm doing still talking and talking about random things. It isn't like me. I don't really talk to people. People just don't like me that much. I never really understood why. I don't look too different from others. The only thing different about me really is that I wear dark clothing and actually do what I'm supposed to do. I lost the want to fit in with anyone. They're just all... weird. Why would you want to be friends with someone that's a carbon copy of everyone else? That's like being friends with the same person over and over, except they changed their skin like an alien. Weirdos. Why wouldn't you want to be yourself? Unless, of course, you kind of forgot who you were, if you get what I'm saying. I don't know. I covered a lot of random topics, and I believe it is time to say goodbye.
I love you, new friend. It was lovely ranting about random things. Stay safe from this COVID-19 bull.
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I feel so included right now haha! I love your style of writing as if you know what I'm thinking. It's like having a conversation with someone. I feel like I know you now, it's strange. So I'm 20, my name is Faith and I so get what you said about everyone just trying to be like everyone else. I never understood peer pressure or anything, I just did me. But people weren't scared of me because I was just made fun of for being weird. It never bothered me though and I tend to mouth people back but no one would hurt me because I'm small so people felt bad for me.
Although I guess as I get older I realise why people try to be like others. I'm a little sick of having no friends and being alone all the time. It's like I'm an alien among people and I don't know how to behave like them so that they don't see that I'm an alien because when people find out your an alien they get scared of you and segregate you.
I guess if more people just did what they wanted rather than following the crowd then I'd be more normal. It's not my problem to just be myself.
Well look now I'm ranting. Anyway I enjoyed reading your post and I liked the poem too. Made me smile so thanks friend!
ReplyI'm proud of you :) You're writing is excellent and that poem you picked out was beautiful. Your conveyance of thoughts into words calm me. Have a blessed day.
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