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caladaac
caladaac
I'm a reader. / Except I don't just read books. / I read people. / Situations. / Lives. / I want to interfere, to change. / But I know that fate is the author. / And nothing I can do will help in the end.
A heavy heart and broken smile is all I have to offer My weary eyes and sensitive ears hide from the truth The sweet taste of fear, the putrid scent of peace The soft touch of hostility, the scandalous sound of grace My body fails, my head hangs, my tears fall But this feels much better than stinging words of affirmation Than piercing mercy Than murderous love that asphyxiates my cold, bruised, torn heart with no sense of satisfaction A heavy heart and broken smile is all I have to offer My weary eyes and sensitive ears hide from the truth But you embrace me and tell me that I have nothing to fear because you will bring me peace of mind You refuse my hostility and instead return my tormenting, slanderous words with this foreign concept of grace You help me up, you lift my chin, you wipe my tears And I begin to understand why people ask for the stinging words The piercing mercy The genuine love that revives my cold, bruised, torn heart with no sense of satisfaction For you are not satisfied in me, but I in you.
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Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
Untitled
I should never have said a word but I did.
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
The Truth (10w)
people just keep pushing you but you can't tell when enough is enough
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
That Feeling When
death whispers to me I feel his hands wrap around all I know is gone
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
Peace
People cheat, people lie To get ahead or just to get by. They do it out of deemed necessity or have made it a successful habit. Some would feel bad, but some wouldn't lose sleep over it. Some lie to protect... Some lie to infect... With little remorse or full blown guilt. Either way risking all they've built. A lie is an accessory that most tend to abuse. A convenient mask for the ugly truth that most would misuse. Lies are... The bane of relationships Destroyer of trust... Conveyed by irresponsible lips. So have I ever lied? Have I ever desecrated honesty's pride? Have I ever wielded it to save others from harm? Have I ever employed it to boost my charm? No I haven't, now that's a lie... Spouted that so easily, I didn't even need to try... Honestly, YES I HAVE. **I am no exception... I am no saint, I'm only human**... with an ill sense of direction. I have lied... How about you? Search deep inside... You know you have too...
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
Have I Lied?
The bright sun shone through the blinds, breaking through the barriers of my closed eyelids. Consciousness crept in, settling into various pockets of awareness. My heart was beating and my blood was flowing and my lungs were taking in air. I then understood I was to endure yet another hellish day.
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
The Morning
The land of the free and home of the brave torn to pieces as the free are murdered and the brave incarcerated. It was not built on fear but there is still fear as those sent to protect instead purge on the innocent. Where I as a white have a right to life while my peers of color fear for their life because they're black. Home of those who live their lives as if in Heaven and those who can't breathe because it feels like Hell. Why should I respect a country that treats me with respect, loyalty and peace because I'm white? Why do these people, who with different colored skin who are just like me get treated with disgust, injustice, and violence? Am I not allowed to be outraged? Am I supposed to assume that this is the American Dream?
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
The American Dream
I hope you smile when you see what I've become
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
This Is Me (10w)
What if i tell you I'm much more that you see? Have you ever asked yourself How much you know of me? You see my smiles And laughs and cheers But that's nothing compared To the wails and cries and tears You see I help Whoever's in need But have you ever seen Someone who's helped me indeed? You see a good talker Who can always grab the crowd But there are things I want That I'd never shout out loud So you don't know me And don't pretend that you do. Because you know of me As I know of you.
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
The Truth of Me
Let's play a board game, or maybe we can cook. Let's watch a movie, or maybe read a book. Let's talk forever, or maybe sit in silence. Let's stay safe at home, or maybe start some riots. Let's discuss the world, or maybe nothing at all. Let's send some texts, or maybe make a phone call. Let's rule the world, or maybe give it a shot. Let's grow old together, or maybe we cannot.
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
What to Do When Your Loved One is Dying