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breezy23
breezy23
24/F/UNIVERSE I'm fascinated by life and enjoy expressing my perspective with small letters that incredibly encapsulate the human experience. Enjoy my perspective :)
Here I am, deep down... deep down... deep down into the dark night. Swept up by Sadness' stench. I am floating nowhere. I want to move my feet one and then the other, one and then the other. I ****** my feet faster than a boat propeller; but I have two solid bricks of ice where my toes used to be. I am still floating, deeper and deeper into nowhere until time and space are lost friends. Everything swiftly slips from my fingertips.
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC
Deep Down
My mom wails that I’m a mess. That I need to get my life together. I’m tempted to grab a mirror, Put it up against my face and say: “Stop yelling at your reflection. Do you ever think to decorate this mirror in flowers or to give it endless kisses until it kisses you back?” Loud noises filled with poison will never love you back.
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 9:58 AM UTC
Unreasonable
I came here today to say: I do not want to play. It’s written in your tongue that I must stand in line Most importantly, do as I’m told. But, I do not want to play today. What is the harm in that? Afraid I’ll loosen the latch of your tightly fit structure? Chaos reigns on the other side of certainty. We’re all animals. Confine me and I will push and scream until you set me free. I am not going to play today. And yet, tomorrow everything and everyone will still be… Quite Alright.
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC
It's Quite Alright
The heart screams for attention but only after we've ignored it for so long. We THINK we know it all and that our heart is foolish. Be warned, You - in that thick little skull, You are the fool. Your mind is the key Your heart is the reason why You breathe. So before you proceed, reconsider the choices you make and in whose name their made. Be not afraid, embrace being brave. Dip into your heart and watch all the love you save.
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC
Balancing Act
I want to fight. Yea, I admit it. Assault slippin’ from my tongue. My mind whirls thoughts into the shape of silver bullets for a gun that’s ready to fire. Inflicting pain is what I desire. My throat is on fire , while my heart weeps. I need my teeth to protect on the frontline, so I can fight with honor for this heart of mine. A heart of gold , that has grown to be bold during it’s time crawling through trenches and scraping by broken fences. Over the years, I’ve increased my defenses because my lion of gold is defenseless; so tender, so eager, so loving; it will get eaten alive in this world of killers and thieves. Walking around these grounds unguarded is suicide.
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
Ready for battle
I found a flashing star, it was hiding in my scar. It was never far; but I had to be willing to kiss the deepest cut for the light to burst through the tar.
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
Re-discovering
When the season comes to rest, and a drought sinks your heart into your chest, do not fret. Tend with the care the garden needs. Appreciate The soil, The seeds, The fertility, The weeds.
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
Gratitude
If you asked me what I want I’d tell you to wait for when my mind is asleep and my heart is dancing to our memories.
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC
Confessing
When I’m a wreck                                                and I’m spilling tears that carry my secrets from                                       the deepest well                                                        I hide                                        inside my chest; you’re right beside me. with the cloth to dry my tears. I shiver. “You’re safe.” you gently whisper,                                                                                          but                                                                         that’s foreign to my ears. Wounded hearts never believe a voice that is sincere.
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
Don't get too close
There's glory in her story, and buckets full of pain. Once they tip over... only emptiness remains There's glory in her emptiness, it sets her free. There's glory in her heart now that there are no limits to what she sees. There's no place to go. There's no one to be.
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
Glory