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FranzAB
25/Montreal
Yesterday seems so far away, I would have been different To get back would be a cheap and awful subrogation, Leave the pain, back there
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Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 8:24 PM UTC
Sometime yesterday
And just as the oxygen left my lungs, The flame died.
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Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 8:21 PM UTC
Cranberry
the sky is boring when you're not here with me the sun, although bright, is without luster more than ever your memories do shine the murmur of your tragedy is overwhelming yet I find comfort in this solitude
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Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 11:29 PM UTC
Ashes
No matter the time The place, or the weather I’ll be with you, and love you...
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Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 9:57 PM UTC
Burgundy Clouds
A nerve was struck, the erratic behaviours of a young mind so quickly shifted into adulthood crowded with frantic and mindless jargon only a deeply pained individual could ever understand. An inevitable desire to seek solace is the plague that sickens me.
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Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 9:07 PM UTC
Cold ceramic
You search your whole life for something that only exists in fantasy, deaf to the whispers of life that surround your being. I’ve woken up from dreams that gave perspective on my nightmare, to think and feel as if there is an answer.
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Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 9:45 PM UTC
Castle
Take me to that place I go to when I close my eyes where the pillow is cold on both sides the morning is always met with the smell of fresh coffee, and when philosophy consists of acoustic renditions of my favorite music, and not the need to understand.
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Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 12:28 AM UTC
Without a thought
Needing your wisdom, that's all. To speak to myself is to speak with you, my mechanism. Doing the right thing has gotten harder with age, would you agree? of course you would, the man who wrote music and smoked countless cigarettes, my broken idol.
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Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 11:13 PM UTC
Old enough
The man is worried, uncertain, confused. The boy is happy, curious, content. I am sorry
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Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 10:56 PM UTC
Violet
A difficulty to love, a difficulty to breathe. Two things that should be so easy are near impossible when you're stuck in a pitied state of uncertainty
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Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 10:51 PM UTC
Cage