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Ash97
Ash97
F/Okinawa
Over nine thousand miles in distance Yet my mind can’t escape Still plaguing my thoughts Pain brought by your mere existence The distance will never be enough Because I can still remember And I always probably will What it felt like to be right against you
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
Nine thousand miles too little
You were the girl of my dreams, only you weren't exactly what you had seemed. One of these days I will finally listen, everyone and the stars told me it was too good to be true.
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC
Everyone and the Stars
You’re on my mind less and less It’s taken time but I’m finally no longer a mess I know now that I just wanted to feel Thinking our romance would be unreal All of the pressure broke the dream Something I hope will not become my life’s theme
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Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC
After the fact
Found at the bottom of bottles and cigarette packs, the truth went down like a shot of gin and thumb tacks. Hard to swallow, yet harder to digest, the actuality hurts more above my left breast. Because reality is not as pretty as the pictures you paint, masquerading as a highly patron saint. Your voice, once beautiful, sings only lies, the nausea felt, poisoning my butterflies.
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Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 3:08 AM UTC
Poison Painted Butterflies
Say it over and over again I repeat to myself In hopes I will heed my own warning I tell myself to let go But my heart is the one behind the reins And it’s dragging me into the swamp She wears a fake smile Bearing her perfect white teeth An illusion i'm only just starting to see past Because reality is not as pretty as the pictures you paint Or as your voice when you sing me lies Ugly is my denial of reality that kept me coming back for more
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Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 2:16 AM UTC
Sing Me Lies
Out of breath Out of the will to hold myself back We all run to the car through the rain A group of maybe five or six All just background We were the main characters that night The lights from the streetlights Casting shadows of raindrops on your face Your hair slicked back Soaked to the bone The next day we both apologized Although a distinct absence of regret Because drunk words and actions Are sober thoughts
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Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 3:25 AM UTC
Sober Thoughts
There is significant weight resting upon her shoulders. Nothing I can do, can really console her. She is a single worker ant carrying fifty times her body weight. Just one of her many completely selfless traits. So piece by piece, she gave it all away. Never complains or whines, lining the words she may say.
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Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 7:21 AM UTC
The Pain of One and Some
Take a look below the surface, at the little I truly keep hidden. I'd offer it up to you in a heartbeat, the things to others ive forbidden. You need only ask, and i'd drop everything with ease. But would you do the same for me, even if I asked please?
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Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC
Untitled and Unknowing
You say I'm hard to read, but you've never bothered to open the book. Judging the story based on my covers lame *** hook. You could open me up and look inside if you pleased. Complete control to take me to my knees. But I am much more than my cover, maybe you will eventually find. However, it's not something that I am always going to remind.
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Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 7:42 AM UTC
Open Book
You've been hurt before, along with it the closing of doors.                                                                         I try to open you up, but you're closed so tightly welded shut.                                   With time brick turns to glass, despite just meeting, it feels at last.                                  In your green house of flowers, my hearts been buried for hours.                                     It needs somewhere to grow, but for now it's just stowed.
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
Green House of Flowers