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denise-gligor
denise-gligor
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I fell in love not with your tongue though with the scintillation in your eyes and the almost unnoticeable unremitting sighs the ones before you slide into a soothing sleep withal the way your lips fit mine and intertwine between my inner needs the way i weaken in your grasp devouring me with each gasp You sir, are the one i want to please and beholds the heart to be seized
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
Swain
As my lips wrap around yours I begin to plummet in a sea of no color Something so tranquil and so plain Not even a speck of grey My walls spin till no end All thoughts have met no mends You sir have managed to touch the smallest of nerve Breaking my very curve I now dance upon the tip of your finger Grasping your tongue with words that linger
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Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
the first of many
Silver linings Bells a ringin' White doves forever singing Illusions are amongst us Or at least my soul whimpering in the dust I am a year older Yet the warmth still shivers colder Don't you see, this **** is all wrong Blindly living like a **** jingle bell song Yes, I am disappointed. Constantly having my body disjointed Misunderstood, confused Always banging my mind 'till it's bruised Officially slipped in an enclosed cage Suffocating myself in my own pessimistic rage
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Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 8:21 AM UTC
eyes that see no light
Simplicity is beautiful It's easily carved and shaped Lists are short Dreams dance on pedestals Art splattered on vacancies Turning minds to light bulbs Ability to recognize details Grace your body Your soul Words rolling off the tip of your tongue It's quite fascinating I have to say Your world, you know A box full of discoveries
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 2:53 PM UTC
The World in a Box
feeble minds and such young souls tortured by the growing holes fate woven between the vanes kids diminishing like ******* lanes cuts, bruises, scrapes nothing the simple bandaid will escape eventually settling into a state of decay frail bones breaking away
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
the new today
i don't need compliments and lavish words to bathe in nor do i need to be taken care of as if i'm not able to handle myself i'd rather stand in the middle of the road where a car can take my last breath while you weep on the curb and drop to your knees than suffocate myself under your wrath so don't offer me a hand as though i'm suppose to accept it
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Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
sparing my independence
Walk over to the cabinet Barely scraping your feet against the kitchen floor Grab a tall glass Pour it slowly till it's full Drink it All the faults Tilt your head back against the wall Slide down Lay on the ground because that's all you got Slip away for a few moments And realize you got a hell of a lot more than most
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 12:09 PM UTC
Drowning in Wine
There are things I wish I could control Things that I don't understand The things that I wish would happen Even the things that make me cry I'd love to know why you sip your coffee that way And why you only like pizza on Friday Why you rub your eyes when you're nervous And for God sakes why can't you face your fears I'd just like to know why do I mean so little to you? Why
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 12:48 PM UTC
I'd like to know
Blank walls Spilled ink On the edge of the brink How to fix it? Jump away Chock yourself into the bay Let it rip Thoughts that suffocate Control it, initiate
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Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 6:31 PM UTC
Rock Bottom
You leaving was like when someone leaves your bed slowly. The warmth hovers around and it envelopes your every need for the minutes that it settles. But slowly time creeps by and the cold air replaces everything you thought it was. You’re stuck there staring at the blank walls And the sun illuminating your lips whispering to you that it’s another day. Reality slaps the smiles that arise as your thoughts take over your pure mind. Again, it’s that **** cold air that brings the reminder that you’re gone.
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC
ambiguity