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F All that we see or seem. A dream within a dream.
I’ve created pathways in my mind that are filled by your voice. Every road turns to you and no longer by my choice. I can’t block you out you play on repeat.
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Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 3:05 PM UTC
Pathways
Someone stole my color And threw it to the wind Scattered like ashes I don’t know if I’ll ever find it Someone stole my color From the face I know so well I saw it in the cotton candy clouds And the teal ocean swell Someone stole my color I guess that’s where it went The world looks so much brighter Like something heaven-sent Someone stole my color And that’s what no one knows Depression isn’t black It’s the color of a rose It’s the light orange in a sunset And the yellow of a peach Light blue, my favorite color So simply out of reach Purple like my favorite eyeshadow No, lavender, I’d guess you’d say And my favorite music artist Although he has passed away Someone stole my color Now everything’s too bright I suppose sometimes darkness Isn’t the opposite of light Someone stole my color So I’ll wear grey and black As if in mourning Until I get it back
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
Someone stole my color
You delight in my sorrow You smile at my tears You love the control you have Breaking me down year by year What will future me have left When I’ve been consumed by you Swallowed down into your dungeon Chained up to the wall Beaten for my pleasures Broken by withdrawl Because my happiness is your pain My smile makes you insane You want me broken and blue Because it easier for you
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC
Control
The subtle art of not giving a **** is lost on me. My cups of ***** runneth over. I will throw these ***** in the river and let them float Down the swift river of regret.
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 9:21 PM UTC
IDGAF
His hands. His fingers. He is the painter that paints a masterpiece upon my soul. He is the conductor that plays the tune of ecstasy. He is the poet that writes sonnets in my skin. Dips the ink deep within.
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Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
The Conductor of Ecstasy
Gone but not forgotten You’re always on my mind. I think about you when I wake. I think about you in my sleep. I doubt you even know... Your memory burns slow. You’re still haunting me It’s not fair what you do. Driving me to madness   No way to contact you. Your voice a whisper in my soul. Your face a black hole. Still a ghost I’ll never see ...All you’ll ever be. And it hurts because I’ll never know. Back to ghost status again Living in my mind, my friend.
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Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC
Haunting Me
Happily embarrassed as they say Happy to be near your aura even if I’m in the way. You radiate a mellow confidence Sure of the world and your presence. Your voice a quiet baratone that reminds me of soft blankets and long walks home. Turn my shallow breathing to hyperventilation. Turn my cold heart away from hibernation. Make me become the completion of you. The Bonnie to your Clyde The Benny to your Joon.
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May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
Benny and Joon
I’m orbiting you too closely. Floating into your atmosphere. I can’t resist the pull. I can’t overcome the fear. Your planet is a desert. My moon is filled with life. I’m certain if I let you. You’ll slay my day and my night.
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May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
Slay me
I’ve followed you into the rain You said I wouldn’t get wet. I let you make me insane You said don’t turn back yet. You are my protector, but I need protection from you. You are my savior, but who will save me when we’re through. I’m soaking all the way to my soul. Drowning in your puddles.
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May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
Drowning in You
I didn’t feed my addictions today, They took me over and got in the way. I couldn’t keep back the flood. Swift river of regret. Is this depression or anxiety ? I don’t feel anxious. I don’t feel sad. I feel like I’ve been here before. Walked in this room...opened this door. On the other side, I found poetry. I found words that flowed eloquently. Poetry to free my mind. Release me from rewind. Free me from regret and pain.    Make me feel. Poetry I’m counting on you. My newest addiction to get me through.
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 1:58 AM UTC
Addiction