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alienobserver
alienobserver
I am a soul trapped in a foreign body
I'm eating until I feel whole again The joy of being unconscious Has jumped right out of my chest And it hurts like I've dreamt of falling And the space you had once occupied In my heart became flowers You could have been the first wave The salt that burns the skin The grains of sand hurting my face I miss the sun in the mornings And the warmth of the touches And who am I trying to fool? I haven't been eating for days I became my own meals Yet I starve for the stars and the universe For the green in the grass and the blue In the twilights I starve for you
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
Skeletons
I'm afraid to touch in public My secret is written in bold on my forehead Three days before the full moon I gave myself the luxury to not belong Into this sensitive world of yours There's a whole charm in a victorious gaze And an entire chaos in the hair blown in the wind You can't feel jealousy in a relationship When I only think about you all the time I spread all the clues in the hallways And in my old laughters of last year But you can't read them You don't have the guts to see them
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
Just don't
It's early morning And the maid hasn't even arrived yet Your morning breath And my tired eyes staring back At your final seconds of sleep We get up, speechlessly I start to make my morning tea And you pour sugar in it for me It tastes like the colour of your skin I don't even shiver anymore You're the heat inside my lungs And the golden tones of my rising suns The touch of your voice in my ears Makes me feel like I'm melting fears And I have never felt so safe By looking into one's eyes and say: "You're my entire solar system"
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
Big Bang
I think I'm starting to get The reaction of our bodies to the rain The way our fingerprints seem to change When there's no light to understand What's really good or just a sin How easy it is to write in other tongue To spit your feelings in sentences That don't belong to your mouth Nor to your bones Read what I feel not in words Read me for I am another soul Trapped in a foreign body
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
The taste in my tongue
You thought I couldn't see you Hiding on the other side of the window Catching my breath Through the curtains It's in the air Green eyes looking for me Stop thinking and act as you feel Through the glass and the uncoloured I still sit at the table I still drink black coffee I still look back at the invisible I still bite my tongue Your hands and your flesh There used to be something inside You don't have to say my name I understand
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
Something inside
I have to obliterate This antichrist That's always tempting me
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
Landslip
When between us used to exist only a certain letter the full correspondence the train the rails the open window a certain landscape without rocks or troughs my high heels in equilibrium the cup of water waiting for the coffee
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
When between us used to exist
Is it really that bad To not actually Feel anything? Because those tiny verses Still express a lot That comes within And I still remember The chair you used to sit And I still remember How disengaged I used to be I feel like that chair and I Have a lot in common We are both empty After you left.
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
Fogged glasses
last night I had a dream, not exactly a dream, but more of a memory I could feel the soft sand between my toes And the salty wind colliding with my face The way Cecilia talked to me Was like waves against the rocks Or like rain in a summer day The sun setting upon us caused me chills I will always be floating with her in the sea Only the gods know How well I used to write How well I would describe The way she looked at me: The same way stars shine the brightest Before they collapse
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Drafts of a summer day in the beach
The sun burns my skin I wish things were different
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
On the weekends