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SianMathers
SianMathers
The presence of your bruises Left lovingly on my skin So sweet, **** and surreptitious The tears in my eyes I make no attempt to hide As mascara streams, Caressing my rosey cheeks. I love how you make love to me when all is stripped down bare I love how you still love me when I'm in the depths  of sheer despair
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
Volatile romance
You Dissolve, Diminish, Made my world dissipate. Each piece of me breaking As my heart fills with hate.
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Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
Stop
I still wear your T-shirt to bed. I know I shouldn’t but i do. I should wear my own pyjamas instead But they just don’t feel like you
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Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 12:29 PM UTC
Bedtime
The section i find most difficult to articulate Whilst of minimum complexity, Sparking such innate debate. Scorning my own persona’s voided, True personality remaining avoided. Each multifaceted side of mine plenty, Evoking analysis of my true identity. I am everybody yet nobody, I am everything yet nothing. Constant contemplation of reality (though part of my normality) Evoking analysis of my true identity. I envision each person i encounter, -though see the tormented oh so clear. Each time drawn into to the tempest like vortex, Of another quite so mutually complex. I am everybody yet nobody, I am everything yet nothing.
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Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
About me
Waves crash A windswept ocean As the sun begins to warm my soul Looking yonder Into the endless vast On this beautiful evening stroll
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Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 3:36 AM UTC
Evening stroll
Crystal water oh so clear, Just makes me wish that you were here Golden beach Each grain of sand Just makes me want to hold your hand Waves that crash In deep blue sea Just makes me wish you were here with me Hotel room Big empty bed Just makes me wish that’s where you were lay Sunshine bright Sky so blue Just reminds me how much I miss you.
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Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 3:19 AM UTC
Holiday blues
If love is pain and pain is pleasure, Then these bruises she shall use as, your affection measure. To visualise love, To feel your feelings, To sense it as her wounds are healing. Seeing, hearing, Following Your scent, To know just what it represents. She’ll take the leap, relinquish control As further she delves down your rabbit hole. Enjoy the journey but were’s the destination? Your marks, your love? The correlation?!! Some want to hurt, some want to bleed. To watch the inner anguish freed. A world, a life, A religious order? His canes the relics to to this mental disorder. See external pain, is internal anaesthetic, His marks she believes to be truly stigmatic.
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 6:56 AM UTC
Stigmatic
Am i not wise, To see through your lies ...though oh so much more than meets the eye. I see the pain, i feel the hurt -your memories I despise. It resonates within me, Each tear that you have cried. I know your many faces, -You’re my Master of disguise ...not only do I understand, I truly empathise. It resonates within me, Your anger like sharp knives ...but know each time I bear the brunt, A part of me surely dies. I’ll do my best to help you, A plan I will devise ...for you hold my heart within yours and i am truly mesmerised. We both have tried to walk away, Rendered unable to cut ties, For we resonate within each other ...bound and emotionally chastised.
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 9:00 AM UTC
Bound and chastised
Sunlight dances on glistening raindrops Caressing Autumn leaves. The cold air crisp through my heart of ice   On this chilly Autumn eve.
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC
Autumn Eve.
Ripples Looking at my reflection In this pool of rejection. Imperfection reside as ripples. What would I not change, To feel less deranged. Rearrange the ripples inside. The answer is many, So throw in a penny. Like the wave of destruction i know...
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
Ripples