A Okay(P) Poems - Poems about A Okay(P)

I didn't lose it I gave it away To whom that I gave it I know it will stay Safe and secure 'Til perhaps a someday When we'll be together If she still says okay...

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When movements cease and passion turns a bore That voice increases, louder than before. Unravelling temptations and taunting that sting that I promised I wouldn’t do, I’ve tried other things. My recollection is present and erases the past But why don’t I worry that this is going to last? Collapsing time and merging my days, I can’t resort to it, but there’s...

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“Are you okay?” They ask me as my grandfather gets ripped from his bed. “Are you okay?” They ask me as i acfively watched my grandfather die. “Are you okay?” They ask me after seeing tears streaming down my face. “Are you okay?” “Am i okay?” What even is “okay”. What do i have to feel to be “okay”. This question...

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. she'z not thuh b!tch ...

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Every rotation on your turn-table eye, Or every buzz that the radio hums: "Ah, I see, music sings through you. So no, I know, I won't be okay." The green of the frail willow tree I spy, Or every flash of a sunbeam on the stroll: "Ah, I see, colours shine through you. So no, I know, I won't be okay." Every frequent meal in...

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The sun is unchangeable until the moon whispers solace hymns of doubt....

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It's okay to feel pain sometimes, to embrace the shadows that traverse your soul, Pain is not the enemy they're described as, but the silent teacher guiding your steps, A mentor you didn't call upon, but who leaves the deepest lessons, It's okay not to be okay, to allow yourself to be vulnerable in the face of your...

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Should I give up? Trying her best, but it isn't enough. Giving it her all, but it isn't enough. "Is that all?" "Can't you try harder?" "Do more!" All these meaningless opinions effecting me, barging in. When will it go away? Sleepless nights, silently crying. When will someone listen and not judge me? Can't they let me be ? Can't stop my thoughts from being...

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It’s okay to stumble, to break and to fall, To feel like you’re nothing, like nothing at all. The weight on your chest, the ache in your soul — It’s not a reflection of losing control. It’s okay to cry when the pain runs too deep, To shatter in silence when no one can see. Your tears are not weakness, nor...

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Try to get out of bed early, try to make your bed. Inhale. Your off-white bedsheets haven’t been washed in a month. Try purchasing a new detergent, one of those that’s petal-scented: 2 in 1 Aroma Boost Spring Daydream Wash. Try smiling in the mirror; especially If you have dimples. They’re the new “it” thing. Inhale. Do yoga....

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Do I ever stop feeling scared? Will decisions ever get easier? What happens when I am stuck in a moment and can’t get out, will I start to panic with the thought in my head that it will last forever? Will I ever start to feel safe? Less scared and angry, more happy. Does the weight on my shoulders finally...

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Fly free But not to me I'm not your destiny You don't need me Your happier there You say i don't care You shouldn't stay Because I'm not okay...

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Warmth in a wigwam on a December afternoon. The sun was going down, but it was cozy and hot inside. my invited dinner guests would be here soon, so, I began organizing things I wanted to eliminate or hide. My early bird friend caught me and helped me out a bit. What are we eating tonight? She asked in her...

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I say I’m fine like I’m okay Don’t need to darken their day They don’t need to hear about my intruding pain It’s not like it matters anyways They say you fake it till you make it So I’ll put a smile on my face I’ll pretend to be okay I’ll try not to go insane I’ll try to be okay All the...

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The women in the kitchen are exceptionally pretty Because they are my relatives, and they love me My mother is wearing a red dress, but it is muted Aunt Sue is dressed in green with a fancier apron The entire house smells like vanilla and cinnamon I salivate the minute I enter the kitchen You may have one cookie before lunch,...

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