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bubsicle
bubsicle
F a penny for my thoughts; a coin for the words.
we thought that the appreciation of bodies, sweat and body fluids can be done via words yet, these very moments are indescribable Usually, it’s with raw passion, ****** movements and words that would entice, allure and ****** *** is never meant to be alive *** is meant to be made a fool - pure deadness and nothing else *** shouldn’t triumph over logic *** should just be a motion, a connection, a feeling
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Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 2:13 AM UTC
words of ***
body image, body image so trifle yet so impactful I struggle with my perception of beauty - beautiful, slender and long legs, a nice round and perky **** toned arms and a flat stomach with potentially solid abs I struggle with my own demons myself and the layers of fats that surround me I can’t break free from these demonic thoughts I am trying.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
body image
ice creams, cakes and açaí bowls fried food like fries and many more, my palate can’t seem to get enough of these scrumptious delights. momentary joy and everlasting guilt, I struggle to keep myself awake with these horrible thoughts. my waist, my thighs have grown to be superlatively unattractive and ugly. my heart is twisted dry how can I find solace in a world which values body much less belly bloating
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Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC
belly bloating
moving forward, we all want to move forward It has been months since our last encounter Yet I am still stuck in my present reverie filled with the past Seems like moving forward doesn’t apply Or is it me Who just can’t seem to move forward?
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Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
“moving forward”
my world seems to be under your umbrella after you've decided to paint it black your black umbrella prevents light from entering just like how I can't feel the heat from the earth the world became pitch-dark and sometimes, hopefully grey your umbrella casts a gloomy shade on the ground just like how my world seems to be under your umbrella cold and clammy in the midst of the downpour the wind howls and growls ironically, the landscape is still motionless and deadly quiet just like the death of my senses and my inability to feel the heat from the earth
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
the black umbrella
please do not leave, I can't take it. please do not leave, I am begging you once more. please do not leave, take me with you. let me put your baggage away from the doorstep let me serve you your favourite cup of coffee hopefully, you'll stay. the warmth of the sun is unattainable in this harsh winter howl howl howl, I can only hear the guttering sound of the wind your red hair contrast the snow just like blood on snow your silhouette stands there like a dark shadow an ominous presence in a winter that is like a Wonderland please do not leave the rooms are stripped please do not leave we have nothing left please do not leave I am on my knees.
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 3:48 AM UTC
please do not leave
tock tock tock, the minute hand has been moving faster than before tock tock tock, we only have twenty four hours to seize we walk faster than the silver-haired masses we maneuver through the crowd with heavy bags in our hands ear pieces stuck in our ears while our eyes glued onto our phone screens how fascinating on the other side, they stroll cautiously along the road side jerking at every beep and horn which the monstrous vehicles sound oh look one down let's wait two minutes and another will be down our apathy is disgusting our fixation with the present and future are revolting what has happened to pure and genuine relationships what has happened to the human qualities which we innately own nothing nothing is shown because we do not care about the lost, the forgotten and the aged.
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Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
the lost, the forgotten, the aged
when things happen, we have varied reactions. when the wind howls, the trees shake in fear we look out of the window ironically brave when the rain pours, the ground cries in sadness we seek shelter ironically wet when the earth shakes, the building collapses we stand tall full of fear.
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Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 8:58 AM UTC
when...
couples holding hands couples laughing aloud couples hugging couples talking couples everywhere I see couples everywhere, many of them are happy, sometimes they are furious I see couples having meals, male-male, female-female and male-female. they look so happy, so delighted and relaxed while I sit here with my glass of swirling whiskey.
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Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC
walking souls
Look, I don't love you. I never did. I merely cherished your presence I only appreciated your actions Not you. You didn't make an impact not did you make my life any better. I don't love you. I don't know why I am crying Are these tears from a crocodile? I don't know why can't I sleep It must be my insomnia. You, get out of my head. You, get out of my ears. I need my release from you. I don't love you. Do I?
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Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 5:45 AM UTC
I don't love you