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dawntreader
dawntreader
I'm not good with words but I'll give it a try. The linguistic acrobatics some of you employ blows my mind.
I hope she was worth All of my effort All of my strength All of my sacrifice I hope she was worth All of my sleepless nights All the joy All the tears All my plans for us I hope she was worth Five seconds of ********* In exchange for five years My feelings were true And it truly hurts To know that I was worth Nothing but a quick *****
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Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 9:16 AM UTC
She
You have walked by my side From the time I was a child You are a beauty Dark and ugly Just like me You are suppression You are fear You scream out loud Everything I don't want to hear My little light Is shrouded by you Take my tiny hand We'll walk this life together A knowing nod to you As I stare in the mirror Little Demon You are mine Sit on my shoulder Til the day I die.
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Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 9:01 AM UTC
Little Demon
Forgive me I am on the mend My vagus nerve Seemingly cut Has made it difficult For me to breathe The blow was sudden The pain severe What's the consequence Of a severed nerve? One of such importance? An irregular heartbeat, Unbridled anxiety, Laborious speaking, An ambush attack. The day before I was loved And now I am not
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Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 2:09 PM UTC
Nerve
Those words spoken long ago I choked them down dry and raw Now I find regurgitation To be the only way In avoiding asphyxiation Belief is one thing Reality another A monster when combined Some call it "Love" Some call it a "Lie" Delusion is jelly-thick You know what tastes nice? Reclusion. I poisoned myself on hope and seclusion Love, may you gag on my rotting flesh My eyes have opened My mouth agape Choked out from love's embrace
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Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 1:04 PM UTC
Choke
Death is merely Emptying the Goblet of Life Back into the carafe From which it came I am bitter wine Aging on borrowed time
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC
Drop by Drop
In your absence, I have learned many a thing on my own: How to feed a family, How to dress a wound, How to console the broken-hearted, How to press a shirt, How to count by fives, What creams to apply for itchy hives, How to listen for cars on the road, How to lighten a parental load. Physically you were there, But not as a loving unit, More like aberrations, You sat there in your depression, On your king sized bed, Time slipped by, Many nights I sat alone and cried. Now you don't know your twenty-something daughter. In your presence I learned to love, In a warped and twisted manner. A trail of men lay lifeless behind me, Bodies twisted, faces contorted in agony, I ****** them dry, My life has too much turmoil for most to bear, But that's alright, I'm used to people not being there. You fantasize about a relationship with me, But it's too late, I'm the daughter you refused to see. These showers of praise from you are lies from snakes, A few dollars here and there is all you think it takes, To undo a life of torment, Well... You are mistaken. In your absence I have learned many a thing, How to hold a hand, How to speak my mind, How tightly abandonment actually binds.
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Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 1:09 PM UTC
Without
Silver tongued serpent, Emerald-eyed warlock, When he speaks, the crowds will surely flock, Raven-haired "deity" Creator of his own piety Atheism is my saving grace Otherwise I'd be caught up with him in some cult-like space He, a fierce lion I, a timid gazelle This shapeshifter of a man Stalked his prey until she waned The energy to avoid his pursuit is well beyond drained I put up a good fight, ignored his advances every single night Professing his love to me tested my might Am I upset this man wore me down? In the beginning, indeed. But now I understand that we were both in need Of someone who could withstand intense emotion Of someone who would show unfaltering devotion
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC
Conversion
Fortuitously my memories are stumbled upon, Like smooth river rocks beneath the flow of a gentle stream, Triggered by an anomaly in the day, A bump in the pavement, A loud bang, A missed step up a flight of stairs causing a momentary stumble. The provocation for today was innocent: My feet pushing against the artificial pavement--the treadmill Memories seemingly harmless take a dark turn. I'm now running down memory lane, A dark well once thought empty, Gushes forth with a violent burst. Some memories, especially violent ones, call for severance, Or the mind will deteriorate. Heavy breath, sweat cascading down my brow, This is the only time I can feel her talk to me, You see, she and I are disconnected; And we have been for quite some time, I increase speed, not listening to her cries, She pleads with me to stop, I ignore her. The only acknowledgement she gives is a stabbing sensation, She reminds me I have a heart and lungs, She tells me I am alive. My body and my mind are two separate beings, One within the other, Like oil and water, We do not mix.
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Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC
Thoughts Free Flow
Oh my love, Let us hold each other, You in my icy embrace, I in your thorny arms, A poison arrow pierces my back, From the target you secretly painted on me, You take a dagger to the heart, A concealed weapon you didn't see. Oh my love let us lie, As we bleed out in silence, In this puddle of love-red distrust, Feeling nothing, let us die entwined, Our bones will tell our story written in the dust
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
Crime of Passion
A gentle push Towards the harsh terrain below Is all I need To let this go Love was never the question Being alone is the answer I was not afraid Of this crippling disaster We thought it was love But I'm sure it's loneliness Just push me out Of this poorly built nest
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 1:41 PM UTC
Flight