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ali-cronin
ali-cronin
I write poetry and I love doing it.
Do you know your power Over my every thought? You light me up on the inside Fill my lungs, Make me feel alive. I breathe you in and I'm fine. Touch my lips, I'll be alright. When you touch my lips, I'll be alright.
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
Dancing with the Devil
Tell me baby, Do you like how I feel? When you looked in my eyes, Did you see something real? Could you fall for me, So you pushed me away? Or is this just the game We'll play? I know you love the way I speak, My body language, Tempting, And making you weak. I'm open to taking the potion You claim is so closed up Inside. Let me soak you in, You've already been within. The walls of my humble scene, Trust me, baby, there is no screen. I wanna feel your love, Be real with your love. If you'd give me the chance I just can't steal your love. Send it my way. And if later, I have to pay, Make it worth it. I won't throw a fit, But baby just know, If you want it, You got it.
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
Just Take It
just sit & let the pen bleed the words your tongue lacked enough courage to spit on the page you may find that the curves and lines will melodically play in a more natural way as a born writer, a born creative mind, a born patron of all of life's simple pleasures even when you have nothing to say you can paint a picture with your mind
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
Ink Well
If you cut my skin There would be no blood. Words would rush out In a steady stream All of the things I've wanted to scream In your face. Your words have seeped Into mine. I've started To believe the lies And somehow, I feel safe in subordination. Safe in bottling up Half of this oppressed nation. Okay with the slap Of a dominant hand Because I am a brand Of human That they label "She"
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
She
Falling asleep to the sound of my brain, it's been sounding a lot recently like the curves of your name. I hold you in my mouth, and you taste so sweet. Much like the thump of my racing heartbeat. My pillow still smells like your freckled skin, my blankets still rustled from you touch. My body aching for a squeeze or such. Such a night as the day we wasted away when you still liked to look at me that way.
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC
Sitting in Silence
J. U. N. E. With each letter, It's divided into fourths. With each syllable, You fade away. As the days and hours Tick on and on, I feel you. Dripping Out of my pores. Scraping Out my guts. Packing My heart, And taking it to go. Now I can't Look you in the face Can't Find comfort in your embrace Can't Stand in one ******* place, Because my paycheck Is running out. I knew in the beginning That this time would come, So I'm not saying That this isn't fair. But when you leave, My love will be lost. Maybe I should have looked first, For how much You cost.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
June
Each day, my rotten flesh Is being picked away. The scabs blossoming With their rosy red smiles, So crystalline And bright. And as I shed my winter coat, The sad mass of green goo, A figure, raw and sick, Is left behind. From thick To thin. Now ****** And bare, Somehow this spring breeze Is more like poisoned air.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
Flesh
I'm not supposed To want to kiss your lips & make sure happiness Finds it's way to your day. Giving you romance tips Between my acid trips & pretending It's all okay. Because it's wrong. I'm not right. And now I'm off On a different flight Descending Burning Rotting in hell. & I don't know If you could tell But I'm pushing up daisies Maybe I'm crazy Just because I want you To call me your baby
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
Pushing Up Daisies
hard pitter-patters of drops on the window turn into palpitations water to my hip soaked and cold yet i'm smiling wide now to my neck paralyzed and numb happy and relaxed for the things that will come no sign of surface deep and blue the painted colors are pictures of you i'm drowning now palpitations on low this is exactly the way i wanted to go
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
My Atlantic
Nothing hurts more than distance & I can feel it in your stare the stale air that now separates our hearts Maybe its me & its all my fault I halt my feelings for no reason at all There's bitter sadness in my bones & the tones of your laugh no longer light the strings of fuses in my heart I'm soggy and damp & became champ of shutting out those that mean the most to me Matches no longer strike & I hike to feel to feel something anything at all I need to hang to dry & learn why my soul has folded in upon itself
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Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
Damp