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colleen-drennan
American Typically atypical, overly-analytical, me me me me me. / Most of my poetry comes equipped with a melody.
You rip me out of the ground and then throw me back down, or tear off my limbs while confessing your unabated love for him, you have absolutely no regard for anything but that which you find aesthetically pleasing. You don't seem to understand that I would do anything to be in your arms, forevermore. You can't seem to comprehend that it breaks my heart to hear that it's him that you adore.
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Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 11:29 AM UTC
Flower.
I could run away with fear but you, oh you, I hold so dear so call me stupid one more time and I'll act as if everything is fine. I should have given up by now but I won't let it go, no how now, knock on my heart once again and I'll be sure, so sure, to let you in! I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I hate you. I love you. You hate me. You love me. You hate me. You hate me. You love me. You hate me, babe. I could walk away from you and be okay, I won't be blue because you put me through such **** & you'll be lucky if you don't get hit time goes by, but time won't fly the spark that set the flame won't die The fire tantalizes me & then I get hit with the third degree I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I hate you. I love you. You hate me. You love me. You hate me. You hate me. You love me. I love you, babe.
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Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 4:50 PM UTC
Flame.
Do you see me as I see? Delusions and semi-conscious conclusions, scattered thoughts and confusion. Or do you see what's more than me? Joy overflowing from the holes in my skin, a lack of notable sin.
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Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 4:40 PM UTC
Conceit.
undertaken and overthrown: I let you in. Assumed and conquered: I let you win.
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Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 4:29 PM UTC
Minuscule.
There have been times that have been trying; been times I’ve felt like dying, and, sure as hell, there has been crying but isn’t that what teenage life is all about? about the pain, about the tears; the callowness of younger years, half broken hearts, & half free souls, & feeling like we’re never whole. 'Cause enough is never quite enough, when you’re faced by the obscene; the mean, green, in-between.
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Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 4:28 PM UTC
No flow.
I caught my first glimpse of what they call heaven aboard my ship in the sea of the sky Never have I been more sure of anything Than I was of my desire to fly Light encompassed me, from fear I was set free. As I floated, drifting ever so softly nothing was of the essence, for I lived above it all until the day that I'd fall, I lived above it all.
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Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 4:22 PM UTC
Bliss.
I never saw it coming, but once we had our start, I knew it wouldn't be long before you had my heart. You made me laugh & smile; the way you showed you cared, & then I went and ****** things up for what? 'Cause I was scared? You never could deserve such pitiful treatment, and now my tasteless soul you will sooner resent than I could have imagined, or anyone could write. I wish that I could change it; go back and make it right, but I don't have that power and sadly no one can revert to times before, back to when we began. When all was new & blooming; when all was innocent, before it all went sour repent, repent, repent! I promise that I'll fix this & everything will be back to typicality. Back to you and me.
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Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 4:18 PM UTC
Repair and Reversion.