Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
balthjones
balthjones
your heart and my heart are very, very old friends
You stand so tall in the center of it all an image of worship a symbol of piety kneeling towards you with sadness-bound eyes unable to see past you cradling redemption like punishment yearning absolution like food sustenance from your hollow words a soul unworthy of you an incandescent life bound by your somber ideals
0
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
They called you worship
When I die bury me with those whom i do not know let strangers be my family spread my ashes somewhere unfamiliar to me for what i know what i've been and where i've been has led me to my death let me be in a place where death does not know of me
0
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
Elsewhere
i wish i told you (that it's not your fault, it never was your fault in all the ways you told yourself to stay i know you thought about my happiness every single time) i wish i knew better (than to do what i did, than to take it out on you as if it wasn't my problem but yours, as if i was the victim and i did nothing wrong) i wish i never held you back (never tried to keep you to myself, but i realized too late when you left that i wasn't loving you the way i was supposed to, that i became the kind of lover i told myself i wouldn't become)
0
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
i don't have a genie in a bottle
remind me of what i used to love remind me that i still do remind me that i always will your fingerprints forever on my ribs residing in the place between hurt and comfort remind me that you don't remind me that i'm no longer part of you remind me that i never was that you were never ready that i was never meant for the long run (i am terrified of living in your memories as someone you learned to hate that what you choose to keep fuels the fire of why you left)
0
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
i hope i don't miss you anymore
(could have, should have) darling when will you realize that you cannot own time that you can set clocks but you can't control the rate at which the arms will move that time is not of this earth that time never listens to anybody it is its own mistress time doesn't want anything to do with us and yet it's the most important thing we have time carved itself into the velvet of the universe and made a home for itself time always seems to morph into someone you love - there's always the right time always not enough time always time and time and time again (could have, should have) my darling time is the repetition of the seasons how everything changes but is still the same how we seem to stretch into our bones but still feel how we did my darling time sinks its teeth into our could haves and should haves feeding off the things we wish we did the things we wish we could do differently time becomes our enemy until we realize that although it will never listen to us it will let us in if we just let it.
0
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 1:25 AM UTC
prompt: 2 words
you're not doing well with skin like bed sheets ebbing tides in your forehead and the malady that keeps your mind guessing, these next six nights of not having to feel so alone will make you fall back into sleep to grow roots. i'll cut holes in the ozone to put your heartache in i'll walk you to the hospital, i'll wait in a white room, place your sad eyes in my drawers until my hand breaks the universe is twice as big as we think it is and 'you are so important to me' is easier to digest than skipping heart beats i miss you like a dart hits the iris of a bullseye, or a train ticket screams 4:30 at 4:47, and i've fallen in love you're the only one that made that idea less devastating.
0
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
cut-out poetry
the bible says faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. how strange and yet magical it is for us to believe and remember in things we do not know the way the three kings believed the star would bring them to the child Jesus the way people used to believe that the phases of the moon meant life, death, and rebirth symbolizing the way a woman's womb would swell once they bear a child the way we hold onto history as if we are witnesses of every horror and heartbreak remembering the lost souls using what we had to find out what we will have faith is total trust and surrender knowing that the world began with adam and eve but not knowing how it will end for the moon the stars our history can only tell us so much and our faith is the honey found in heaven the conviction that someday it will be all we taste i believe i believe i believe
0
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC
prompt: moon, sweet
i worship gorgeous petals in seas and you moaning
0
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
magnetic poetry
and i pray for the day that you could be mine like how i am wholeheartedly yours.
0
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 10:35 AM UTC
and i pray
look into each other's eyes and count the galaxies in them. then remember that the universe constantly changes, and so do you.
0
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
cool date idea: