Nonnie - Hello Poetry

My heart beats aren’t instrumental . They’re painful . And there’s no rhythm to remedy the wreck that I am . Every lub-dub is an alarm clock waking me up to my reality. A reminder that I’m still broken . That I’m still inhaling what kills me .

0

Nov 13, 2018

Nov 13, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC

Alive.

My heart beats aren’t instrumental . They’re painful . And there’s no rhythm to remedy the wreck that I am . Every lub-dub is an alarm clock waking me up to my reality. A reminder that I’m still broken . That I’m still inhaling what kills me .

9

I don’t like being broken . To be deconstructed and made into metaphors . To be compared to the pretty things I simply can’t be for myself . To sound like the waves of the oceans but exist only as a ripple in a random puddle . To look like an early bloomer in a field of sunflowers but exist only as a dead seed . But listen to me world , I may be **** . I may be destruction bound to plead for nothing but attention . I am bountiful in my presence yet lack so much affection . I spread . Fields and fields of disregard . I am unwanted . I am undesired . A penniless card . But I am something . And some things are beautiful.

0

Oct 13, 2018

Oct 13, 2018 at 6:48 AM UTC

A LETTER OF THANKS.

I don’t like being broken . To be deconstructed and made into metaphors . To be compared to the pretty things I simply can’t be for myself . To sound like the waves of the oceans but exist only as a ripple in a random puddle . To look like an early bloomer in a field of sunflowers but exist only as a dead seed . But listen to me world , I may be **** . I may be destruction bound to plead for nothing but attention . I am bountiful in my presence yet lack so much affection . I spread . Fields and fields of disregard . I am unwanted . I am undesired . A penniless card . But I am something . And some things are beautiful.

12

My body was once a TEMPLE. Semantic memories fade like MISCONSTRUCTED. sentences Too many commas Too many expressions PAUSED. Yet they go on and on Full stops where EMPTY. promises should have been Upper case convictions for lower case hearts Filling gaps and leaving no space to breathe CONFINED. by suffocating vocabularies UNFORGIVABLE. utterances lingering on. My body was once a temple . My body was once bold .

0

Sep 8, 2018

Sep 8, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC

Rebuilding grammar

My body was once a TEMPLE. Semantic memories fade like MISCONSTRUCTED. sentences Too many commas Too many expressions PAUSED. Yet they go on and on Full stops where EMPTY. promises should have been Upper case convictions for lower case hearts Filling gaps and leaving no space to breathe CONFINED. by suffocating vocabularies UNFORGIVABLE. utterances lingering on. My body was once a temple . My body was once bold .

20

The rise and fall of your chest Is a fluctuation that puts me to rest . I’m at ease when you breathe . Your body is a temple And I’m tempted to yank at every angle I want to birth sin in this home.

0

Aug 16, 2018

Aug 16, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC

Brief constancy

The rise and fall of your chest Is a fluctuation that puts me to rest . I’m at ease when you breathe . Your body is a temple And I’m tempted to yank at every angle I want to birth sin in this home.

6

Merit to the broken and battered bodies That are home to beautifully crafted souls . The cracks in vessels that are refuge to Spirits that long to see the light behind unfamiliar mosaics .

0

Jul 25, 2018

Jul 25, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC

Myrror.

Merit to the broken and battered bodies That are home to beautifully crafted souls . The cracks in vessels that are refuge to Spirits that long to see the light behind unfamiliar mosaics .

5

Sifted blends of bitter beauty Removing fabricated purities of divine roots Infertile seeds moulded into concoctions Of casketed cruelties Motions melting into stagnant figures . Outnumbered by the numbness of silence .

0

Jul 10, 2018

Jul 10, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC

Mental Diet

Sifted blends of bitter beauty Removing fabricated purities of divine roots Infertile seeds moulded into concoctions Of casketed cruelties Motions melting into stagnant figures . Outnumbered by the numbness of silence .

6

She was an incomplete metamorphosis. A stagnant force of change . Internal moulds of discovery Foreign to her essence shed Like slithering frames of ancient Bodies.

0

Jun 25, 2018

Jun 25, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC

Bodied.

She was an incomplete metamorphosis. A stagnant force of change . Internal moulds of discovery Foreign to her essence shed Like slithering frames of ancient Bodies.

6

Dear Dad. I’ve never learnt to like you . Like a kid who took Commerce and Found herself doing a Physics course. And pain physically courses through my veins Cause you and I have no chemistry. And there’s no science behind Your lack of affection It affects me . Dad, I’ve never learnt to like you . Dear Dad. You’ve been around my whole life and All we’ve ever played is hide and seek . Like it’s some kind of sick game and I’m tired of being the seeker. See I’m still trying to find you Cause you’re so absent in your presence. Counting up to my age to remind myself that Each year , I still seek . As if I wasn’t the one who was Lost . As if I wasn’t the one who was Hiding. Dear Dad. I am in pain. It’s as though you’ve cut me off and it Literally cuts me deeply . Like you’re the blood that leaves my body Whenever I’m hurting and you never ooze Long to say goodbye. Helplessly dripping. Leaving emotional stains in the home you’ve Left . Until you dry up and demand to be Cleaned up . Dear Dad. This is your daughter speaking . And if I could make you understand I wouldn’t Be attempting again. I’d do a live show with you alone as the Audience. And I’d hope you clap so loud that your Essence would echo . So the vibrations would be enough to Silence my sorrow. Dear Dad. I’m not your biggest fan . But I think love you . And I hope you do too .

0

May 12, 2018

May 12, 2018 at 1:01 PM UTC

Kumbaya

Dear Dad. I’ve never learnt to like you . Like a kid who took Commerce and Found herself doing a Physics course. And pain physically courses through my veins Cause you and I have no chemistry. And there’s no science behind Your lack of affection It affects me . Dad, I’ve never learnt to like you . Dear Dad. You’ve been around my whole life and All we’ve ever played is hide and seek . Like it’s some kind of sick game and I’m tired of being the seeker. See I’m still trying to find you Cause you’re so absent in your presence. Counting up to my age to remind myself that Each year , I still seek . As if I wasn’t the one who was Lost . As if I wasn’t the one who was Hiding. Dear Dad. I am in pain. It’s as though you’ve cut me off and it Literally cuts me deeply . Like you’re the blood that leaves my body Whenever I’m hurting and you never ooze Long to say goodbye. Helplessly dripping. Leaving emotional stains in the home you’ve Left . Until you dry up and demand to be Cleaned up . Dear Dad. This is your daughter speaking . And if I could make you understand I wouldn’t Be attempting again. I’d do a live show with you alone as the Audience. And I’d hope you clap so loud that your Essence would echo . So the vibrations would be enough to Silence my sorrow. Dear Dad. I’m not your biggest fan . But I think love you . And I hope you do too .

49

You imprint your warm breath On the edges of my neck , And like black soldiers rising in resilience My skin forms goosebumps that trickle down in a pattern of frustration. Like little obstacles placed to challenge your lustrous desire to taste me . I am a textured canvas . These dots are not there to map my body . Not for your navigation . Not for you to find pieces of me as if I had abandoned them. Lost . Find yourself. Move swiftly along this artwork like the sway of my hips captive in Your arms. Feel.

0

Apr 12, 2018

Apr 12, 2018 at 10:42 AM UTC

Monument to the motions .

You imprint your warm breath On the edges of my neck , And like black soldiers rising in resilience My skin forms goosebumps that trickle down in a pattern of frustration. Like little obstacles placed to challenge your lustrous desire to taste me . I am a textured canvas . These dots are not there to map my body . Not for your navigation . Not for you to find pieces of me as if I had abandoned them. Lost . Find yourself. Move swiftly along this artwork like the sway of my hips captive in Your arms. Feel.

15

You fed off my enegy and savoured the very depths of my existence When I was too bland , You used the salt from the wells of my eyes To sprinkle flavour upon my lack . Until you coiled me in transgression and left me to spiral into a beautiful concoction. i am blended by your lust .

0

Feb 12, 2018

Feb 12, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC

Blended.

You fed off my enegy and savoured the very depths of my existence When I was too bland , You used the salt from the wells of my eyes To sprinkle flavour upon my lack . Until you coiled me in transgression and left me to spiral into a beautiful concoction. i am blended by your lust .

7