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coadjutant
coadjutant
23/F/American 23. / Criticism is very much welcome to my ORIGINAL work. / Drug addict. / Driven by anger. / Pain is beautiful.
Another wasted thought in my convoluted head. Another pillow to cry in, on my fold out bed. Another reason to miss The sweet solace, Of your touch, I miss it much. Another day wishing I was enough.
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Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 7:34 PM UTC
Drunk poem 02.
Anger it’s pulling the strings, Makes me do and say these things, I promise I don’t mean it, If my tongue would let me hold back, It would. But the urge inside me, the rage it boils and toils within’ me. I am the captive and captain to these angry puppet strings. And every last thread defines me. This anger puppeteer.
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Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 11:36 PM UTC
Untitled
She picks and plays on my guitar, While I lay. Here in this room where we share intamacy, laughter, and many of these moments that make my heart warm again. I was looking for a lover, You were looking for a friend. I was seeking abroad, When you fell into me. Like a ship I was capsized, But you were the first to dive in the water. Diving straight into me. Deep blue love.
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
Nicole
She is fire. Burning delight. She is every thought. Running through my mind at night. She is beautiful, Even with the etches she carved in her skin, all a reminder of whom to not let in. She is so much more than she knows. And I'm going to be the one to show her just that. Be prepared for greatness my love. Hold on tight.
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
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Movement, The way your body sways in its own rythmatic unison, hypnotising me. Beautiful, porcelain poison. You gaze with allurmemt in each pupil, pulling me in. I am taken away by your bewilderment ways. I am falling in love with you day by day. Sweet porcelin love.
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Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
Maranda
Ever just lay awake in bed? Tossing and turning to the thoughts that correlate in your own head? Eating and melting the memories you left behind, trying to U                                  N                                      W                                           I                                               N                                                    D                                                          .. trying to escape from this beautiful mind. Maybe you're better off dead.. Or maybe thoughts are better left un-said..
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 12:42 PM UTC
7-22-17
Take my breath away, With every gasp of air. It's not a containable feeling, Not one I can bare. So serenade me in your sweet love affair. Beautiful serendipity.
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 6:23 AM UTC
Hannah
She bathed me in acid. My skin like goo. She made me her victim, and I to her too.. The aroma arose, with rancid smell. You could taste the chemicals, flesh burning and peeling.. making hell have, An whole other meaning. With sweet ease she poured me, on her skin. So we could be one, in unison. She bathed me in her acid love.
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
Acid bath.
Draining my stresses, my problems down this whiskey bottle, grabbed my car keys, headed down main street, my foot laid on the throttle. Not thinking of the consequences, not caring for another tomorrow. How could anyone ever love or miss, a piece of **** like me. Bottle in my hand, foot on the throttle, **** it, I'm done!! Maybe you will apprrciate me when I'm gone. **** it.
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 6:06 PM UTC
I can't do this anymore.
Cutting like a knife, Sharp are your words of disdain. I feel the nastalgic haze of my own nonchalant demeanor seep in through me like an acidic ooze. There is nothing more than just my heart in the pit of my stomach. I caress my cold shoulder, the way I imagine you would do. But you do not see my signals, This want, and need from you, It is your touch my heart burns for... But all I recieve in return is your neglect towards my urges,.. No burning hot touches to arose me, No exploration of each others body. Just this bed. And us in it. When will she love me again?.. This distance in between us.
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Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 4:50 AM UTC
The distance in between.