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HRTsOnFyR Jul 2017
His fingers play strings
On my body so tight
As he drew back and forth
On these chords of my light
Unspoken melodies and haunting compositions
A song rife with grief, every note well positioned
Peter Grimm writes a symphony of disembodied souls
Warms his bones by a fire that he's fanned from the coals
HRTsOnFyR Jul 2017
I followed a black jack rabbit
Through the wormholes of his brain
Taking pictures of his nightmares
As I tasted all his pain
His stories, meant to scare me,
Meant to fill my heart with dread
Only caused me to look deeper
At the scars between our heads
He never really meant to show me
All the things that I did see
For the tough skin he'd been growing
Now, transparent as the sea
I watched the brackish waters
Tumble through his web of veins
So alive and full of creatures
Waving wildly in his mane
He spoke of sweet devotions and a love as pure as gold
Yet I couldn't shake the feeling that my heart weren't his to hold
His words could not bring comfort if they didn't ring out true
Like a script resounds of duty,
This love weren't mine,
That's all I knew
HRTsOnFyR Jul 2017
The greatest power I have ever truly witnessed is kindness
HRTsOnFyR Jul 2017
I do not fear death,
So I can't fear you.
HRTsOnFyR Jun 2017
Why'd you only call me when it was half mast?
Also not original, a slight variation of a song lyric...
HRTsOnFyR Jun 2017
Man's highest ideals;
These are the Angelic parts of Us.
HRTsOnFyR Jun 2017
That you are not loved yet is because a wave breaks at just the right time and not a minute sooner...
This is a line from a post off of Facebook... It is not an original of mine, but it is beautiful, and should be shared nonetheless.
The author is Unknown
HRTsOnFyR Jun 2017
Getting the dust of a Lily on the tip of your nose
Or contemplating the delicate way that the Ivy climbs this wooden post
Is a sure way to renew and re-inspire the fragile soul
HRTsOnFyR Apr 2017
I have outgrown many things.
I have outgrown relatives who gladly offer criticism but not support.
I have outgrown my need to meet family's unrealistic expectations of me.
I have outgrown girls who wear masks and secretly rejoice at my mistakes.
I have outgrown shrinking myself for those who are intimidated by my intelligence and outspoken nature both.
I have outgrown friends who cannot celebrate my accomplishments.
I have outgrown people who conveniently disappear whenever life gets a little dark.
I have outgrown those who take pleasure in gossiping and spreading negativity.
I have outgrown dull,meaningless conversations that feel forced.
I have outgrown those who don't take a stand against ignorance and injustice.
I have outgrown trying to please everyone.
I have outgrown society constantly telling me I'm not beautiful,smart, or worthy enough to achieve anything.
I have outgrown my tendency to fill my mind with self doubt and insecurity decades ago.
I have outgrown trying to find reasons not to love my humble self.
I have outgrown anything and anyone that does not enrich the essence of my soul.
I have outgrown many things and I've never felt freer.

~Poem by Chanda Kaushik
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