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alexcai
24/Non-binary
The house was burning. Not literally of course, But every word spoken was a spark that never quite faded out. Every action taken just added more charcoal Until the smoke filled my lungs And I couldn't breathe. The house was burning. There was no safe place for me. Every emotion was used as lighter fluid As each day the fire became brighter, louder I can still taste the ashes, dry as the desert sand The house was burning. And I was the one with the water I was always the one to make sure it never burned for long I drowned in the water as I tried to put the fires out So lay me to rest alongside this burning house, Lay me in the ashes and smoke that now feel like home
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Aug 26, 2023
Aug 26, 2023 at 8:27 PM UTC
Burning House
Shattered screams fade into the background Seconds pass, though it feels like hours I can't seem to remember your smile The sweet sound of your laugh, ringing out through the room The way your eyes glowed the perfect hue The way your hair flowed in gentle waves The way you lit up the room just by walking in Your presence was not loud But it called to me I was captivated by you Our moments spent together, our silent song woven together It was not enough I was not enough Now all that is left of us is in shattered memories The shards laid bare with no one left to see As my memory fades into the night Maybe those shards of memory might help me to find my way back to you
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Aug 16, 2023
Aug 16, 2023 at 5:01 PM UTC
Untitled
Open my eyes and tell me I'm alive. The ghost of you still haunts me. Shattering my soul, my heart, my world. So, open my eyes and tell me I'm alive. Take my shattered soul and lay it to rest with you. On the haunted hill that we used to share. While I stay here, with my eyes open, my heart beating. Still alive. But without you. So, for the final time, open my eyes and tell me I'm alive. My darling, we will soon meet yet again On the haunted hill that we used to share.
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Aug 16, 2023
Aug 16, 2023 at 2:37 PM UTC
Haunted Hill
Here I fall, Waiting for you. I will wait forever. Even though as I wait, I can't breathe. I can't speak. But as I fall, I know that you will soon appear. I'm free falling And I don't know where you are. I'm trusting you to be there to catch me. So here I am waiting with the only words I am to speak: "And here I fall, yet again."
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC
And Here I Fall
A child. Just a small child. Left to hide from the world. The small bits of hope she carried, Where all but smashed By the cruel hand that raised her. A 14 year old girl. Just 14 years old. Yet she carried so much on her shoulders. Left to hide away from the ones who she thought would Care for her And protect her from evil. A 16 year old girl Just 16 years old. She cries to herself. She never lets anyone see how she is broken, Just becuase of the cruelness of life That left her shattered in tiny pieces.
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
From a Child to a Sixteen Year Old
Do you really think that I'm that heartless I would let my friend get hurt because of me? I have tried and I have tried. There just is no stopping her. I know, Morgan is hurting. I know that. But I can't stop it. Andrea won't stop. I can't stop her. But what hurts me the most about this is that... You think I'm HEARTLESS
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
Heartless
Hey, Brother. Are you proud of me? I bet I'm everything you thought I wouldn't become. Hey, Brother. Do you still love me? I know it will be a miracle if you do. Hey Brother, Can you remember me the way I was when I was little? It would make me so happy.
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
Hey, Brother
Pulsing, Throbbing, Beating. I can feel it. My heart. Beat-Beating in my chest. It's telling me that I'm alive. Shadows of doubt are fading away with every Beat-Beat of My heart. I am alive. I am free. I am who I choose to be.
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
The Beat-Beat of My Heart
As I sit here, The words pour out. Shining, shimmering. Decorating the page with beautifully painful words. A deep, scarlet red. The words soak into the page, Leaving their imprint on the readers. Letting the readers soak up the emotions off of the page. The pain, The happiness, The joy, The amazement. The words are pouring out of me And I hope that they can help someone.
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Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
Words
I'm staring at a monster. I don't know what to do. I'm standing alone with no one to help me. I must do this. I must beat this. For if I don't, I fear I might die. This monster is already killing me slowly. All the words it whispers into my ear. Fat, Ugly, Worthless. How am I to beat a monster that is right? It numbing my emotions to where all I can feel is nothing. It is destroying me, But I must destroy it.
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Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
Monster