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emmy
emmy
I am misunderstood intentions, an abundance of larger-than-life fantasies, with a grandiose dash of overwhelming passion.
a bitter exhaustion grips you by the throat fear languishes your bones like lead upon your skin a dark cave dripping numb from within do i dare to look up again? do i dare to give my heart as the bargain? are you gonna break my fall, or will you tell me you can't handle this all? i dont want to start new anymore than you for loving, feels like the flu but maybe you’re the vaccine ill take a shot of you, hoping then         i would feel              brand new tell me, do you feel like this too?
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Jan 12, 2023
Jan 12, 2023 at 3:33 AM UTC
brand new
There’s watercolor clouds on your cheeks Won’t you, Wash your color On over me, over me Seems I’m fallin so fast I can’t land on my feet, feet My heart so swelled up I can barely think, think —— This hold you have over me is something so different Think that I’m catching feelings Despite the distance Oh, it feels just like magic You got the Keys to my code I’m a fanatic Love all your angles saved me like angel And it feels just like    magic It feels just like magic.
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Jan 12, 2023
Jan 12, 2023 at 3:27 AM UTC
Magic
Watch the sunrise Fa    LL Right into your brown eyes so softly Golden light That St ri ke s me to my core Drowning in your orbit Here at sunset we meet again Mi amor Te amo Like a C O A T of armor Your love envelopes me Delivers me from the wei                                     ght of trauma Burdening, my soul You         ignite Something, everything within me It took light years For you and i To col——llllllide right in this          moment Incessantly yours Forever Drowning in your orbit Here at sunset we meet again
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Jan 4, 2023
Jan 4, 2023 at 7:17 PM UTC
here at sunset we meet again
I miss the old me Old old old old me Young me Full of life me Still Innocent me Now I don’t like me I let you take me let you break me I still can’t face it I miss the old old old old me Old me Young me Full of life me Still Innocent me Now I got scars on me Scars on my heart Scars on my eyes Scars on my brain me What do I see? I miss the old old old old me Old me Young me Full of life me Still Innocent me What do you see? See I can’t see me Too in the dark type Never turn on the night light Always assume the worst type I miss the old me old old old old me Old me Young me Full of life me Still Innocent Me.
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Jan 4, 2023
Jan 4, 2023 at 7:07 PM UTC
Where did I go?
There is no heartbreak like the heartbreak from loving someone who you can’t fully express it to. You’re stuck, hanging, dangling from a rope. Your palms are torn apart from grasping the rope so tightly. Your fingers, purple from your blood. Your emotions, blaring loudly cascade over you in flash floods. Everything around you seems to be falling apart. And you’re praying the only person you feel that can make it fall back together doesn’t let go of the rope. Because the cracks in the sidewalk will swallow you whole. Swallow you over and over until you are dust settled atop tectonic plates.
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
A heartbreak hell, welcomes your stay.
‪I was just a temporary relief,‬ ‪from the places you really wanted to be. An escape,‬ ‪but it never set you free.‬ It turned out to be a place, that chained you and me. Only it chained us separately, confining you and me irreparably.
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
Irreparably
Waking consciousness only deepens the breadth of the sickening settling confusion that blossoms so heavily in thorny crowns around my hands so that they are pinned to my thighs like how beauty marks litter your skin from too much time spent in the sun. I spent too much time basking in your black hole confused about how the light wasn’t shining on me...instead my light was being ****** in. ****** from my veins so that eventually every inch of my body was decorated with black vestiges of the rivers that once flowed blindingly white. It’s been six months of half a year, and my body is still sectioned out in slippery squares that feel so impossible to stitch back together. How can I still drown in the valley of our broken love if the pitcher that filled it has crumbled into tiny grains of sand, that I cannot hold with my hands? Oh Lord, won’t you reconcile this desert that settled on my heart? Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord. I want to be found. I want to be found. Can you hear all the sounds that ricochet like tennis ***** against the tennis court? Oh Lord. It’s deafening from down here.
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC
Sand Grains
Loving drugged me, so suddenly I couldn’t tell if you made it rainy or sunny But keep talking sweet like that, hunny. Cause I’m tired and hungry Feigning like a heartbroken ****** Loving drugged me, so suddenly Now I’m a heartbroken ******
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 6:23 PM UTC
Hunny ******
She watched the shadows beneath his eyes The way she would a sunrise Pretending she wasn’t hypnotized By how his smile fell across his cheeks Feeling how it made her knees weak He got lost in the shadows beneath her tree Acted like he couldn’t really see Pretending she was the one who could set him free By how his smile fell across his cheeks Feeling how it made his head silently shriek She was deceived, he made her believe And so she fell in love with someone who was in love with someone else What’s worst of all, is that he half way pretended to break her fall When in reality, he left her with nothing at all
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
A story
I saw your flag stuck on the porch I thought it was white But the closer I looked the redder it appeared I grasped it and blades sunk into my palms Which was never what I feared I knew from my palms my heart would bleed Until there was nothing left inside of me A casket, sealed so tight it set me free Set me free to run wildly across the shattered rubble of glass that cut my knees Set me free to scream at the bodies who caged me Set me free to cry rivers, lakes and seas Set me free until I’ve exhausted the universe inside of me With broken hands and broken knees I stared at you Silently shouting please Praying for a plea Praying for you to set me free Praying you could fix my knees But I choked on my own fingers Trying to understand everything that lingers I wonder why white flags turn red I wonder why my broken hands feel like lead But then I remember that I chose this casket as my deathbed It’s walls strung from forests full of wood, composed out of all the things you said The melody falling loudly like gravity struck God in the head And it was then, I understood Because my white flag turned red
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
A plea