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chloe-fuller
chloe-fuller
"in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make"
I understand "mad" Obstinate amongst navel oranges Coasting with the waves
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Aug 11, 2022
Aug 11, 2022 at 5:46 AM UTC
Capricorn
the sky above walgreens looks like water color i hear "it's never..." outside my street screamed the past four nights have been a blur of panic as the yuletide approaches I look on this gradient sky, in a city i lost three years ago but i'm still here.
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Dec 22, 2021
Dec 22, 2021 at 5:24 PM UTC
gradient
when your lips purse in your deep sleep every inches twitch i'm there you make love love again you make feel feel again i wish i could buy you the world because I know you'd buy me one first the sparkles, the shine, the glitter, the radiance trees and train tracks teeth and crooked smiles with comfort food on our breath seconded handed clothes a Goodwill vinyl early morning with limbs like old tires wrapped if i could be Jimmy Stewart. I would.
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Dec 15, 2021
Dec 15, 2021 at 2:51 AM UTC
HIM
in my imaginary past he held me with sharp elbows and bare knuckles i am so comfortable how will i survive knowing you are in heaven waiting for me to make a mistake
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Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 3:00 PM UTC
robin
Please don't **** her it's written backwards on my hand, my six year old wrists and my eyes that have been stung by spray paint i turned into a angsty manifesto panting like a dog begging you to stay begging you were a walking nightmare i need to evict you from my dreams every mall, every antique store, every show, every high school reunion, every time I was dripping in glitter and perfume leave my hometown and gravy heart alone... the way you would get so angry when I couldn't be perfect.
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Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 12:20 AM UTC
fake accent
i am constantly trying to throw away costumes of myself when people float away when they vanish on the 9th when you are the seventh satin blue with the bow it's just brick and sawdust now.
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Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 2:18 AM UTC
cardboard box
I lost my soul. Somewhere between Atlantic City and Wildwood, NJ. The salt still lingers in my hair, eyelashes, and tears. The moons changing cycle as we eat candy on the beach and chase our childhood memories away Creating tiny drawers to stash away keepsakes and overdue dreams You pet me like a long lost lover with a fragile hand Brushing out my knots and curls before we continue to share our sparkle
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Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC
60 minutes
I dream with excess As my body outside of my dreams writhes to be awake Fog Depression But would I rather live in dreamland? Where Everything is a weird flashback? Seeing faces I tried to forgot. Another skeleton laying on and kissing me at 8:30 am. Fur coat lost as I saw one tree finally let go of her “mess”
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Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 1:42 AM UTC
Sunblock
Is it mania or love? Is it fear or hope? Living in the past isn’t a weakness As muscles form in places you had no idea could exist Reaching Flexing And Holding The minor turns to major As delicate touch transforms into a strong embrace
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Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 9:50 PM UTC
The Edge
My fingers feel like the fireflies I never saw this summer The fog in my brain is stronger than Gotham City’s But a comic book reference is so lame. I can feel you already wanting to loosely pull my hair as you whisper cheat codes into my hair. I will always wake up and arrive.
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Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 10:19 PM UTC
Call of duty.