Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Luby
23/M/Somewhere near San Fran Love first and ask questions later. I am an orchestral composer and a deep lover of music. I have written poetry for all of my life and have never done anything with it, most of it suffocates in dusty old journals.
I loved the way That you were attentive To me... Breann There is nothing else I am sorry I never meant to hurt you But I never intended to love you
0
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 7:31 PM UTC
Breann
Find one thing Stare at it until you fall in love It is impossible not to __________________________________ Stop making sounds just to indicate joy If I was not here you would be dead silent Is the presence of another so off-putting Just do as you would there is no ploy The world is ugly and violent We don't see it much but stop ignoring it Be joyful despite all the soul shredding **** Be joyful in silence if it's your bent Love everything that makes you senescent! All your light comes from small explosions All your explosions are revelations So stop just making sounds And learn something The world is a teacher that God gives us all Lesson one is that each of us is terrible in a terribly unoriginal way Look closely There is such Joy in that Lesson two is that it isn't in you, Nor is Joy hiding under some rock waiting to be found Joy has told you where it is It is dancing with Love in God's glory Those are the lessons Please Join them I promise it is better than just making happy sounds I promise it is better than the fleeting feelings of happiness Better than the make-up you put on every morning Better than the pale replicas that your broken heart has confused it for Better than every last inch of this world You will explode into tears of joy And Joy, Peace, Love, Beauty, and Grace Will hold you And then in silence you will know That all the happy sounds you used to just make Were agony
0
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC
Joy , sound, and delusion
Where is the sound of birds Or the touch of wind up my back Even this page is a silence that words crack Come back, snap the stupid out from between my ears Steady my hands and ******* my fears I don't care that it makes me conscious of all I lack Cheers softly sing around brick walls Consternation bemoans itself in the space between I relieve myself with writing until I start to hate it Then I write something new to distract myself from that until I hate it I hate it -And I wear that straight jacket because there's less joy in reaching the top of the same mountain every time you climb it, and I need the exercise- God? Is that you Oh Sorry You look like someone I haven't talked to in awhile
0
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC
Is that you?
The River Styx is not for fishing Nor is it for skipping stones It is for weeping, wishing, and collecting polished bones One can float for hours Lulled to sleep by the ambience like a lullaby Until the waterfall drops to Tartarus The pit of unholy things mankind would deify There are the eternal towers Home to those frigid burning chains The ticklers and tormentors plan their artifice On it all like a fond memory the waterfall rains
0
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 6:08 PM UTC
The Ferryman Account
You for a moment Become the great love of my life Then I die again _______________________________ I in the background Barely passing into frame Did you see me there _______________________________ You brought me hot tea Giving each other soft smiles I want to kiss you ______________________________ My body shaking My mind screaming I LOVE YOU My lips shut eternal ______________________________ I fall for strangers Blind to the ones at my door My heart in the wind
0
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 3:23 PM UTC
Non-Diegetic Haikus
We are just what we want I am a winter coat and you are a vintage car Together we are a winter coat and a vintage car And together we can go anywhere We are torn and we are rusty But together we can go anywhere
0
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
We Can Go Anywhere
Mostly I am there In the wet In the dark Carving art into the walls Making music from the stones Tears turn to stalagmites that I shape to your form Telling me you are proud But it is all obscured by the depths of this cave Hopefully I never see it I like the illusion that it is beautiful Mostly I am there I would take you Though you would only see the darkness It is bright as day to me
0
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
80/20