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baris
baris
20/M A man searching for lost paradise can seem a fool to those who have never sought the other world - Jim Morrison
I’m dying I’m dying I’m dying while still on the vine Every time I close my eyes I find myself talking to you Please, take my pen from my hand And stick it into my heart Otherwise, I can’t stop Is going back nothing more than remembering? Everything I’ve lost lines up in front of me, And I squint my eyes just to see you… My everything My entire being And you are everything I love How the shape of our lips, is the same One made for the other… That way you look at me, Look at yourself in the mirror the same way Our names, our hearts and ourselves What are they, if they aren’t things we share? On those rocks where we sat side by side I tear my body apart Please, pull my organs out And loosen the veins in my neck Or lay me down And cover me up with yourself Are your legs always restless? And when you’re alone at night, Do you feel the love you kicked away? Don’t speak, I don’t want to hear it To a wall of black triangles I sing a serenade.
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May 26
May 26, 2026 at 5:44 PM UTC
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I’m dying I’m dying I’m dying while still on the vine Every time I close my eyes I find myself talking to you Please, take my pen from my hand And stick it into my heart Otherwise, I can’t stop Is going back nothing more than remembering? Everything I’ve lost lines up in front of me, And I squint my eyes just to see you… My everything My entire being And you are everything I love How the shape of our lips, is the same One made for the other… That way you look at me, Look at yourself in the mirror the same way Our names, our hearts and ourselves What are they, if they aren’t things we share? On those rocks where we sat side by side I tear my body apart Please, pull my organs out And loosen the veins in my neck Or lay me down And cover me up with yourself Are your legs always restless? And when you’re alone at night, Do you feel the love you kicked away? Don’t speak, I don’t want to hear it To a wall of black triangles I sing a serenade.
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May 26
May 26, 2026 at 5:44 PM UTC
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I’m dying I’m dying I’m dying while still on the vine Every time I close my eyes I find myself talking to you Please, take my pen from my hand And stick it into my heart Otherwise, I can’t stop Is going back nothing more than remembering? Everything I’ve lost lines up in front of me, And I squint my eyes just to see you… My everything My entire being And you are everything I love How the shape of our lips, is the same One made for the other… That way you look at me, Look at yourself in the mirror the same way Our names, our hearts and ourselves What are they, if they aren’t things we share? On those rocks where we sat side by side I tear my body apart Please, pull my organs out And loosen the veins in my neck Or lay me down And cover me up with yourself Are your legs always restless? And when you’re alone at night, Do you feel the love you kicked away? Don’t speak, I don’t want to hear it To a wall of black triangles I sing a serenade.
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May 26
May 26, 2026 at 5:44 PM UTC
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I’m dying I’m dying I’m dying while still on the vine Every time I close my eyes I find myself talking to you Please, take my pen from my hand And stick it into my heart Otherwise, I can’t stop Is going back nothing more than remembering? Everything I’ve lost lines up in front of me, And I squint my eyes just to see you… My everything My entire being And you are everything I love How the shape of our lips, is the same One made for the other… That way you look at me, Look at yourself in the mirror the same way Our names, our hearts and ourselves What are they, if they aren’t things we share? On those rocks where we sat side by side I tear my body apart Please, pull my organs out And loosen the veins in my neck Or lay me down And cover me up with yourself Are your legs always restless? And when you’re alone at night, Do you feel the love you kicked away? Don’t speak, I don’t want to hear it To a wall of black triangles I sing a serenade.
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May 26
May 26, 2026 at 5:44 PM UTC
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I’m dying I’m dying I’m dying while still on the vine Every time I close my eyes I find myself talking to you Please, take my pen from my hand And stick it into my heart Otherwise, I can’t stop Is going back nothing more than remembering? Everything I’ve lost lines up in front of me, And I squint my eyes just to see you… My everything My entire being And you are everything I love How the shape of our lips, is the same One made for the other… That way you look at me, Look at yourself in the mirror the same way Our names, our hearts and ourselves What are they, if they aren’t things we share? On those rocks where we sat side by side I tear my body apart Please, pull my organs out And loosen the veins in my neck Or lay me down And cover me up with yourself Are your legs always restless? And when you’re alone at night, Do you feel the love you kicked away? Don’t speak, I don’t want to hear it To a wall of black triangles I sing a serenade.
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May 26
May 26, 2026 at 5:44 PM UTC
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I’m dying I’m dying I’m dying while still on the vine Every time I close my eyes I find myself talking to you Please, take my pen from my hand And stick it into my heart Otherwise, I can’t stop Is going back nothing more than remembering? Everything I’ve lost lines up in front of me, And I squint my eyes just to see you… My everything My entire being And you are everything I love How the shape of our lips, is the same One made for the other… That way you look at me, Look at yourself in the mirror the same way Our names, our hearts and ourselves What are they, if they aren’t things we share? On those rocks where we sat side by side I tear my body apart Please, pull my organs out And loosen the veins in my neck Or lay me down And cover me up with yourself Are your legs always restless? And when you’re alone at night, Do you feel the love you kicked away? Don’t speak, I don’t want to hear it To a wall of black triangles I sing a serenade.
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May 26
May 26, 2026 at 5:44 PM UTC
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I’m dying I’m dying I’m dying while still on the vine Every time I close my eyes I find myself talking to you Please, take my pen from my hand And stick it into my heart Otherwise, I can’t stop Is going back nothing more than remembering? Everything I’ve lost lines up in front of me, And I squint my eyes just to see you… My everything My entire being And you are everything I love How the shape of our lips, is the same One made for the other… That way you look at me, Look at yourself in the mirror the same way Our names, our hearts and ourselves What are they, if they aren’t things we share? On those rocks where we sat side by side I tear my body apart Please, pull my organs out And loosen the veins in my neck Or lay me down And cover me up with yourself Are your legs always restless? And when you’re alone at night, Do you feel the love you kicked away? Don’t speak, I don’t want to hear it To a wall of black triangles I sing a serenade.
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May 26
May 26, 2026 at 5:44 PM UTC
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I’m dying I’m dying I’m dying while still on the vine Every time I close my eyes I find myself talking to you Please, take my pen from my hand And stick it into my heart Otherwise, I can’t stop Is going back nothing more than remembering? Everything I’ve lost lines up in front of me, And I squint my eyes just to see you… My everything My entire being And you are everything I love How the shape of our lips, is the same One made for the other… That way you look at me, Look at yourself in the mirror the same way Our names, our hearts and ourselves What are they, if they aren’t things we share? On those rocks where we sat side by side I tear my body apart Please, pull my organs out And loosen the veins in my neck Or lay me down And cover me up with yourself Are your legs always restless? And when you’re alone at night, Do you feel the love you kicked away? Don’t speak, I don’t want to hear it To a wall of black triangles I sing a serenade.
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May 26
May 26, 2026 at 5:44 PM UTC
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Now is when you realize No matter how you contend Laughing is the butterflies Of your short-living content The sadness will find you With it’s insidious intent On the brink of a midnight You will plead with yourself
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Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 6:57 PM UTC
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Fled the past And the beautiful dreams For pain accrues And sweeps away All the scents off the streets For this I have wept In a vacant old basketball court And kept it, so no one sees Gone are the laughs And life’s fleeting ornaments Burdens broaden and last With sweetening torments Vastness softly left Itself to a dead end So slowly in my head Days shortened and passed And years suddenly leapt! In the gloom In the shady living room Still warm the bloodshed Flashbacks are killing me good Though I prayed and fasted Knelt and dipped my face In words that are never said And promises that weren’t made Stay! I have seen my grace flicker And my face begin to wrinkle I have seen my own decease And ashes of me scattered Don’t ask, when will this cease What are nights, if you’re at ease? Look at the sky The placentas of shooting stars Tell you this is not the last To these nice white lights But as of now Fled, the past And the beautiful times
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Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 6:54 PM UTC
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