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PassionPete
PassionPete
24/M/Earth Love. / Lost / Such a cause
with each failing attempt. confidence seems to drip, into such pits. Of lost what ifs.
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Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 4:14 PM UTC
Ecaep
Eternal hedge maze There are men among the streets In a plagued new year. And none seem the wiser. I cannot sleep, as I watch random figures take midnight strolls through rainy roads. To home,        or whereever else, who knows. Despite the vast majority of warning. I sit with shades drawn,     no difference from afore. Like many others. Backyard windows open, blowing cool air into stagnant isolation. A calm before a storm? Candle lit and thunder beckoning me back to sleep. Im inescapable
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Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 9:47 PM UTC
Inescapable
Help me help me I've lost my mind I delved to deep. And my confidence died. Troublesome indeed, but no remedy to find. I've done it again, I've Lost track of time. I'm much to weak, To keep steady in pace. And when doors open, Ill slam in thy face. I'm much to sensitive, To timid , and Scared to the touch. To Rough on the edges, They think I'm to much? I fear for my grace, my dearest, if one..... I fear for the nexts And rise of the sun
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Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 12:05 AM UTC
To Timid
"The tongues we speak, from out of the black abyss. A chilling desolate sound. Searching Of fury and love And wisdom ( mostly screams echoed) We set this up as such, With a magnitude to damage. And soak the fears like kerosene soaked wash cloths. Which we disposed of on bridges that burnt through the night. Breathless from the smoke, i shield my eyes. To no avail, it burns them still In a collage of envy i had lost myself Dear Friend. Time and Time over. Id see the downfall and yet not acknowledge it consciously. Im slowly regaining my balance with more weight."
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Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:04 AM UTC
Chilling Conclusion.
Im lost like the dead In a cool summer night Winds weave together Poorly And i walk with all might Serene Chaos In ol pale moonlight So pale, so pale, The palest I'd seen None would quite know Your special black gleam So Leave Me To Rot Here In this Grove all my own, Grown accustomed to rain And the deaf silent tone
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Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 11:44 PM UTC
Rottin Old Grove. (wither an grow-2)
Afflicted notions of my own. From those who filled with false adoration. And sprung new hope now gone. Who left with little to no revelation. No epiphanic thought. Just another name to rot, lost Forgot and caught in tandem oceans of Fury and Envy. Envy being strongest. Among all my lost causes.
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Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 6:33 AM UTC
Furious Blindness
There's this thing,     A swelling thing. A feeling, beating. Lifely thing     ...And... There's this      HOLE. A Gaping, Raging, Tense and Tender Hole.   There is filling and seeping And a mighty repetition of both.       There IS life and loss within a pulse.      There are repairs and still subtle cracks within the cold stone walls grow.     They LINGER and GROW. and grow and grow     But there  is no eternal Mason's in this wickedness INside
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Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 11:44 PM UTC
Savages in the House of Great
A forest,                intwined. Of the blackest                black strands And brown locks, That weaved together In sad white corridors We stared without fear.
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Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
Forlorn memories of a July 3rd
The wind chimes of a memory old (Molding thru time kind of hurts) Tempting the sea mistress, And boiling the sea below the heart. To cure anxiousness Can you puke butterflies?              -I need now desensitize I know the spawn sleeps. I know the soft cries of the seagulls over empty parking lots As we sat enjoying sunsets. Which never happened. I've seen the pillars decaying through, though. Yeah molding through time kind of hurts. Can't you tell.
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Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 2:06 PM UTC
I Hope the Temptress Thrives
Pondering the lifelong dream, Of individuality. Drip on through,and soothe me please, Let me behold totality. Lest Summers Fall, And Autumns Spring, Winter calls and church bells ring, Among these crystalized prophecies. The amount of chemicals that have passed, drained, seeped through these pours, Were indefinitely, only self absorbed. And the time it took, to become informed. Left me scattered, secluded, and ever torn And while I wait. I'll let thee mourn. And think of a time before I was born, And when I wait, I'll see the swarm A swarm of hate, for I'm Sojourn.
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May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 6:24 AM UTC
Fragility