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anna-brown
anna-brown
They flicker, bright lights Yellow, not gold Bigger than mine, your hands You're a monster I am starting to shatter My palms feel the snow I open my eyes to snow Burning lights Everything.. Shatter I'm made of gold I live with a monster We hold hands Mine are smaller, frail hands Laying in the snow We turn into a monster No more lights No more gold Now shatter You shatter They break, our hands I paint you gold Transforming the snow Under the lights I'm not a monster And yet, I am a monster I thrive on the shatter Hide from lights Scratch with fearsome hands Pad through the snow Turn things to gold It consumes everything, gold Greed is the true monster There's no longer snow It's melted, we shatter The bones have broken in my hands Turn off the lights You're gold I'm the monster Let it snow
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
Greed
Aching legs and laughter Your hands pulled me on your back and we raced up the hills I looked down upon his face, his eyes Suddenly he was on your back too We were soaring There lay a little house atop a mountain Inside it we rejoiced, banishing the mountain trudged Our music was loud, our laughter louder Dancing and shouting we galloped falling to a heap on your bed A thousand candles were lit Like a blanket of glowing stars sending us into sweet scented dreams Only to wake up alone
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
Lion
I see you playing with childish grace That same naive look upon your face You're a temptress, maiden in disguise his dark abusive hands made you to realize Down down down you go Into the unconscious full of woe Eyes bring tears and food relieve too bad it's a deadly treat Ah too bad you took the bait now below lies your fate No matter how much of it you fear You will return each year To the darkness and what it brings Until you finally emerge a queen Your crown will be of ****** thorns Throne a seat of menacing storms From this blackness your beauty shines Beauty was in sadness the whole time
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
Persephone
Water was everywhere Drenching us and flooding the yard You were stronger, both stronger Wrapping her up in slithery rubber Water filling her mouth She started to drown Only I was left Why are we doing this? Somehow it was fun, kids playing games on a summer day And yet it was more than that As I was wrapped up and knocked to the ground I reached high, pulling myself up Although blinded I wouldn't give up I said I never give up If nothing else at least I'm determined
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
Let's play war
I wish I didn't sigh so much Somehow I don't know how else to express myself These days feel longer, I'm weighted down I miss you Brown eyes aren't often spoken about but I think of yours everyday If we were to return to our magic kingdom I hope the water would stay warm and the moon bright My life is composed of short stories that all start better than they finish I wouldn't mind being frozen in time if it was with you That pond could be our lotus casino You're always on my mind You're always searching for adventure and I'm always searching for you
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
(Sigh)
I can't stop writing, maybe I shouldn't I hope the words won't cease to flow Many thoughts spilling out in an endless flood Maybe this is the real Noah's arc Perhaps the flood was god never ending words and the animals were Noah's feelings he wanted to keep concealed in the arc of his mind Perhaps like god my words are water and are cleansing After I spill what I need to maybe I'll be fresh, reborn I never did read the bible though Church sermons made me feel boringly proper
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
Words and Noah
"YOU SHALL NOT PASS" lord of the rings fanatics, typical Somehow controlling thousands of people turned us all into Gandalf I guarded the food, you two the door Most people don't tell you how healthy it is to assert yourself, They crave passivity, fear aggression Assertion doesn't mean aggression Patriarchal society How good it feels to stand tall Huge like a mountain, wise like a wizard If we are Gandalf you're the ring I hope you get thrown into the pits of Mordor
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC
Assertion
I can see the glue hole a minuscule thing Helping me stay dry, I thought you didn't know I've been drowning Green trees, green moss, green tent I miss waking every morning to pad my feet across the moist earth, Off to search for something each day Nostalgic, longing, yearning once again I should've realized this would happen, it always happens I miss even the prunes my hands became each day from the metal dishes Japan, Montreal, France, Sri Lanka, Czech, Wales, Toronto, Iran, Mexico Diverse languages, diverse people I want to lay on the ***** sand of the lake or throw myself into the poisonous water and delight in your phrases I don't need to understand them I like the feeling of being gone, of being surrounded, of being free But mostly of warm water on a happily drunk body
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
Val Morin
There's something about turning a photo black and white that changes it A sad quality suddenly emerges The photograph interrogates you Asks you what you long for Showing my back as I gaze upon the wild sea What do I dream of? What do I fear? Is it universal or original? Is there anything truly original? It's funny the gray area is that between the lines I've always found gray to be dismal, foggy, but not the truth Black reveals the mystery and white purifies it Gray still exists though Their blended to nothing I'm envious
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
Colors
Everything is exploration Mazes underground one thing leading to the next Bisou Bisou My tongue marvels at the words I never realized why it was called a train of thought until the metro connected the places I've been All about connection Everything's about connection The way your hugs match his Or the city sings the same song Painters expressing the same feelings There was rain and sundresses Different customs, I like yours better You made me crave age, freedom, the city Old and new buildings alike Fancy bars and expensive clothes A life I've never had I still marvel at the taste
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
Missing Montreal