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fernanda-savaris
fernanda-savaris
defining is also limiting / I shall lead you through the path / though I prefer independent spirits / I hope you won't mind the mess
I try and I talk and I might but all the senses are corrupt and I cry and I call and I fight but of love I was never taught
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Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 8:30 AM UTC
oppressed protest
eu gosto tanto de você mas é difícil dizer que depois de tanto tempo eu ainda tenho saudade e eu já quis tanto te ver e ver contigo o sol nascer nos nossos meios de nada ou no centro da cidade eu queria que o fim não fosse coisa ruim que impedisse de te ver e iniciasse tempestade dói dentro de mim saber que agora é assim eu pra cá, você pra lá e no meio, às vezes, maldade me faz falta te abraçar e com carinho escutar o que cê tem a dizer sobre eu e você e a nossa cumplicidade eu queria é que o mundo a essa hora tão vagabundo criasse alguma compaixão e extinguisse essa saudade minha saudade de te ter
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
tempos em falta
It's a sinous path and the whole way is endless It scares you so much and you are being senseless Bright fog and no light that's all you can see Darkness behind you, but you cannot feel me You fear the next step afraid of losing The limbo is real and reality is looming Nothing aside, no ups nor downs. Unless you get it through you will never get out Step, step. The door will be there It is all on you to figure out where
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC
Get it through
- The suffocating agony that doesn’t let you breathe consumes all your energy turning it into despair. The amusing torment of a lost individual who can’t handle their own pains who can’t stand the idea of a mistaken action. The ******* bright regret knocking on the door saying they left forgiveness far away, spread around a camp full of beasts, to which you will never be able to go and catch those pieces For all the forgiveness you need doesn't feel pity for you. The torturing guilt; a purely mean accusation of recklessness and an apathetic god telling you weren’t good enough and you will never have the chance to be so because you can't hold yourself highly and now you are contaminated with the dirt of regret.
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 6:41 AM UTC
Let it out
As the infinity of the dark sky made me drawn under its waves, a warm hand held my heart and an empty box packed my mind. That feeling. A sweet despair, an agonizing calm and the silent thunder that broke myself in one. Balance was no more in the trinity, but in the foggy line that connected my feet to the beautiful gloom captivating my eyes. My hands were useless; insignificant towards the untouchable serenity around my body. My hips, though, contained almost as much energy as the fast beats of my heart. Purity came into my lungs at every breath. My chest was a cosy home for whatever dared to knock on the door of magnitude. Although I am not a megalomaniac, the infinity fits nicely inside my soul.
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 7:11 AM UTC
Inside out
your sweetness makes me feel a bit detached from reality
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
romanticism enthusiast (10w)
and free your body I want to see your wings
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 4:07 AM UTC
get into the swing
What is it that people have that makes them so happy for having found me among all the others I know I have something that is very wished and wanted, and appreciated, but what utility will it have if I keep it for myself? If it is to be seen and shared, I understand it should be with the right people, who wait and work and fight so fairly to be deserving of it But what is wrong with these people who work and wait, and deserve, but when finally get, forget I understand the specialness of what I have. Yes, it is brilliant, but it is not blindly, so please do not ignore everything we have been through before until I allowed you to get here My pearl should always be mine
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 8:45 AM UTC
The (mis)adventures of an oyster
My steps got slower as words flew into my mind My heartbeats got stronger as every sentence made sense The calm became blurrier and was nowhere to find The air became heavy and my feelings a bit dense As my eyes travelled along the dark black ink And each curve of each letter was a different confusion I could only feel my brain incapable to think And the relief I felt for finally knowing your conclusion I thought of the warmth and the passion in your touch I remembered the moments of ample satisfaction When we understood each other without saying much And we would both smile as a natural reaction The words were so meaningful Yet less than what you give me I must say I'm ******* thankful That now I know you won't leave me
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
Love in a pigeonhole
*my mind awakens from the dreams and sees the world - an empty space nothing to seek, no reason to step forward* where can you go in an empty room? *the blank thoughts inside my mind reverberate in the white walled universe with no stars to observe* what can you see in an empty room? *the air touches my skin and my words are heard by no one there is me, and there is myself* who would you love in an empty room?
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 5:37 AM UTC
unoccupied hollow