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Charry
Charry
18/Non-binary ~ vibe w me / ~ v much a dark academia aesthetic
Looking at the smiling faces The happiness lost in the old graying photos forming into blank stares rouge on cheeks hinting the interest of glossy lips brightening tooth-filled smiles perfectly manicured nails glinting in the sun lost in translation from a life imprinted image that could never wholly encapsulate that one moment of that one day that now seems thousands upon thousands of miles away
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Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 10:58 AM UTC
Pictures...
I always thought we were the perfect match. But matches are meant                                    to ignite                                          and burn out.
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Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 8:17 PM UTC
Perfect Match
your boots send shivers across ice as thin as paper wisps of snow float through the air you can't help but think as the cracks in the ice circle around you like a web about all the times you kept walking when the people who loved you most cried your name out in vain when you locked your eyes on the ground with your head down no time wasted but no time spent well you think of your ignorance when you refused to let anyone help you realize all the things you should've done you feel the empty lurch of your stomach as the ice breaks as you fall to a freezing death thinking - if only if only I had kept my head up high if only I had smiled just that once if only I hadn't pushed all my friends away if only I had listened if only I had read the sign that said, 'thin ice'
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
Thin Ice
1 knife 2 hands 3 tears 4 regrets 5 wishes 6 people loved and lost 7 friends gone 8 souls circling 9 times I tried the 10th time I will succeed too many lives changed.. too many to count.
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Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC
Untitled
Is living a life worth living, really living? Meeting deadlines expectations a goal making promises that are always broken never kept sold like drugs on the black market waking up each day knowing that you won't meet that deadline that you won't reach that goal that you broke a promise that you have failed. So ask yourself Did I meet that deadline? Did I keep that promise? Have I reached my goal? Have I lived my life to the fullest? Or have I gone beyond the limits? How have I done this? And how can I share this virtue with others? Will I fail? or will my life end up being everything I wanted it to be And more.
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Oct 22, 2017
Oct 22, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC
am I really living?
The sweetness of her voice lingers holding the room within her innocence remembering the day years ago when she sang the melodious tune sharper and duller louder and softer captivating the entire room with her voice all eyes transfixed upon the beauty standing tall proudly daring the world to compete an attempt to match the stunning voice I blink twice, then again the once glowing white floored stage is scuffed and broken the massive shiny circular tables covered in white sheets making the room look like a ghost's playhouse then I remember it was years ago it feels like only minutes have passed from the bellowing audience and the dazzling acts to the hurricane that ripped apart the roof then to the debris scattered about the floor no one had bothered to clean it up then why should I?
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Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 11:10 AM UTC
Her Voice (The captivating voice)
And I run to you, with aching legs and an aching heart I run into your arms closing my eyes In hopes as to never forget this moment and with soft promises of tomorrow. tiny whispers of "I love you" silent prayers that this wouldn't be the last time A kiss on my forehead holding me close to your chest tears in our eyes sadness overflowing onto the pine needles crunching beneath our bare feet Delicate hands on soft cheeks "I have to go.." Sadness sparks again in your eyes "I love you." "I love you too." We break away, only to stare at each other for another minute our hands and our eyes locked together Whispers, carried away by the wind "Rem em mber m me e.." And our hands part We break our gaze More tears. I'd never seen you cry before. That moment. the one moment where you are at the point between sanity and insanity. the worst moment but the best the one that seems to last forever but is gone in the blink of an eye The breaking moment "I love you" We both retreat back into the safety of the darkness
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Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC
Breaking Moment
you stand in front of me only slightly to the left yours one of the many the small candles lighting up in the darkness encircling those who I've gotten closer with this summer singing sweet songs of happiness I force a smile onto my face mirroring those around me trying to hide the tears streaking down my rosy cheeks it feels like an eternity, but it went by like the snap of a finger and everyone walks away retreating back into the darkness the circle of candlelight breaking off and heading in the other direction a single candle slows, letting the others slip ahead You turn around, the candle resting in your fragile hand And I run to you with aching legs and an aching heart I embrace you praying to god that I might see you again tomorrow You kiss me on the top of my head whispering, I love you our matching brown eyes meet twinkling by the fading candlelight somewhere in my gut I knew that I wouldn't see you but somewhere in my heart hoped that I would
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC
circle of candlelight
And when I said, "I will miss you" I didn't realize the depth or the meaning until now. Like claws against my face, my tears burn into my porcelain skin How could someone I knew for a few days turn into an old and good friend?
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 7:26 PM UTC
I will miss you..
your harsh words set my heart ablaze following the flames that light up my darkened soul for I am not one to be weakened by hate but I am the master of truth, justice, candor I may battle day by day to send your stinging words away for I wash my bruised skin again and again scrubbing away the hurt left inside from the remembrance of you the resemblance, but also semblance misleading, misjudging, misinterpreting leading me away into a dark hallway of misery but holding clarity sending my mind into a black hole of despair a single light will shine. the question is, will you follow it?
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
the internal battle