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and_then_she_is_the_darkness
and_then_she_is_the_darkness
19/F/Ohio ...
make me invisible make me ten times greater than I am make me ten times smaller than I ought to be diving in the deep end when you never learned to swim this is not the way to learn to see.
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Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 11:10 AM UTC
make me be
I want to trust myself and my intuition I want to trust in my own greater visions the abstract ideas that fall from me and feelings with unknown faces make it hard to even see.
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Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
greater visions
what I wouldn't give to run away into the woods alone with nothing but a quarter and a portable pay phone so that when I am afraid, I can call myself at home.
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Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 8:15 PM UTC
portable pay phone
the shadow in the light on the wall looks like the shadow of a face I barely recognize at all you stand so tall as you watch me fall I find myself in the same place and seeing the same face that I tried to come to ignore but what for?
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Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 8:12 PM UTC
what for?
when will we break through the mirror? why can you see the parts that be that I did not even know were me? will we turn our backs against the wall and hold on so we do not fall? I cannot look at you for a long time I avoid the recognition of your eyes me in you and you in I a distant air a broken rhyme I know who you are.
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Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 9:37 PM UTC
mirror
harsh words spoken old wounds open hidden emotion when love walks out the door in time, it will come you try to maintain your mystery despite the history you cannot hide from me you can no longer hide what lies deep inside you cannot ask me of any more.
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Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC
when love walks out
the shadows fall on the pavement the rain, it falls on the ground the starlight falls on the trees the leaves, they fall all around All Things Fall, our time will come now it is the season for the Summer to succumb succumb to its ending, for nothing can last Autumn has arrived, but this too shall pass it is now the age of orange, red, and brown the paintbrush of Nature wipes us all down stripping us of who we were before the blackbirds, the crows, they caw at our door now it is the time to lengthen our sleeves to prepare the people for All Hallow's Eve to sit by the fire or near candlelight to reflect on ourselves and what is in sight All Things Fall and rise again enjoy this time before it ends All Things Fall and rise again enjoy this time before it ends.
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Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 9:24 PM UTC
All Things Fall
orange dewdrops chase your tail follow you oh so quietly the stone fox creeps into your world trails behind you ever so slightly patiently your message waits for you to pick up the phone you need to know so you may reap what you have sown you are never alone.
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Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 9:18 PM UTC
the stone fox
you said our spirits search for ones we've known before yours must remember mine your soul returned for more a piece of you is a part of me my soul is cut into smithereens prism of possibilities but I wake up alone and free after dreaming you were next to me but freedom is not as it seems you touch the very heart of me but I wake up alone and cold shivering in silence frozen on my own until you lie down next to me you said the mountains are your innermost home with you, I no longer feel the need to roam your eyes are the evergreens, the winter pines the flecks of golden yellow color the road signs the smoky fog that rises and lifts my spirit high your spirit is the mountain that lifts me to the sky I would follow you if you just had to go I would come with you and make that place my own but for as long as I know your love and your restful soul I am a little piece of everywhere connected to the whole.
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Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
little piece of everywhere
reach out and touch my soul the flames in me burn hot as coal I have the token I paid the toll you do not yet know your role so you slow down you lift me up, knock me around why must I always play the clown? I mend the tattered fabric of my heart on the other side of town your heart sees mine like a tunnel throughout time we communicate through movement and love through pantomime I find it difficult to let it go a few months have never seemed so long ago I've come back to let you know I'm on fire
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Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 9:02 PM UTC
pantomime