fiona-27
Canadian
I create poems to relay things that I keep in, through them I am no longer guarded and I can say the things that I normally feel but do not show. Either you can relate to them, or you don't. I mainly write to express myself so sometimes they do not make sense, but if you get and understand what I am writing, bonus!
Being with you was chaotic.
At times I did not know the eyes that were masked with indifference.
A rigid gaze that ****** the comfort out of the atmosphere.
I did not understand.
Who was this person.
My muscles tired from tense conversations
A slithering shiv protruding from his mouth when his own mind began rioting against him.
On another hand, your passion and thirst, unreal.
Once words had cut, hands would heal.
Tussling and caressing, beauty between skin.
And as body's began to unfold, so did the mind.
Caged tears released out of forfeit, they ran down your cheeks, onto my shoulders, rushing to my eyes.
Bringing me the perspective that yours had lacked.
The insight that emerged once the mind began to leak out taught me quite a lot.
I had been poking at your mind, igniting ideas and insecurities.
All the pain in your past, I had unknowingly brought to light.
I am sorry.
I learned, through time, to understand, as did you.
No longer do I stomp on your sores, there is no need as they now float throughout the air
In turn, you see the wounds of your words, now choosing to gently lick them clean
Simply, I am saying I am glad I took time to know you.
Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 12:03 AM UTC
Please be careful with me.
I give you all I am and trust you not to crush me between your thumb and middle finger.
It never crossed my mind that you would.
But it's true you could.
This is a first for me.
Never have I given another person so much power over me and my girlish laughter.
But giving it all to you feels so right.
It took me so long to do so.
So please be gentle.
Hold my entire body with as much grace as you can muster so that you don't break me.
Because this love isn't fragile,
But for you I am.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 11:51 PM UTC
They float down the river together, he speaks in whispers and uses a soft touch as to not set the bird in flight. He feared her freedom and her wild mind.
He wrapped her around his ankles creating a weight of which you cannot forget. Soldered together, bent, fragile but unbroken. The fall approaches, rushing down into a bubble, the bird tries to flee but he's quicker.
He pushes her down first, they fell together.
He held her while she tried to pry herself from him, winding and screaming while his grip tightened on her waist.
They plummet faster than any bird should, she could take off, stay high, never looking back, but he won't let go.
They plunge deep in a swirl, whirling together. She reaches for the surface but he holds her down, drowning her with his own hands.
She begins to tire and is unable to fight her wings wither away and she begins to breath.
Engulfed, her lungs fill with a new oxygen, her body begins to sway with the waves. Her skin cools and she is able to see.
It is when her body stops resisting that he sits beside her. She holds him with her new love. She has never fallen only flown, never known depth only the sky.
The sea is new to the bird but the fish is glad to find her home.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
I want to be extravagant
I want to be extraordinary
unforgettable, unattainable, unimaginable
I want to relate to the girl that knows no grey,
Who is always black or white,
yes or no,
who either knows love or hate,
never both at the same time
I want to be the type of girl who demands to be remembered
The one that edgy artist sing about
A Lana Del Rey type
I want you to remember me
I want our love story to spiral
To invest in each other wholeheartedly
Then crash and burn
Break my heart
Teach me a lesson
Be that one
Not the one
Remember me, but don't keep me
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC
This quiet kitchen is not mine,
this new metal, this bar island
not mine
These halls are not mine,
I don't know these faces,
the ones that recognize me.
These roads, those buildings,
This place, the smell of the air
Foreign
I feel it when I go out, the isolation,
the lost comfort of familiarity,
But this is my home now.
The premise is there, the feeling, not so much
Will I ever feel at home in a place that is not my own
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
She gave a clever smile and grasped my hand
Mesmerized, I was fixed on the way she moved
Her eyes were lost in paradise, somewhere I could never find her
She exposed my life line tracing its truth
Whispering about tough souls and better lives
Her eyes closed and she was gone, lost in my forever
Her smile never faltered but her voice was dim
She told me to keep holding on
I held on for her.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 7:32 AM UTC
A glimpse and I diminish, wasted away like sweet ice cream in the heat
My mind whirls and loops unable to steady, to clear, rendering me dubious
His language becomes gospel and I hear no other noise but the things he whispers to me
My ears care for only one, my eyes tunnel in on him, he is perfection, the essence of angels
Focus is only possible in his wisdom
I fixate on each word he delivers strong, steady like his voice is the only one that matters, because it is
I fixate on the movement of his lips, lustrous, luring, his kiss centers my wicket thoughts and comforts my wild mind
It is important to know that he is mine by choice. he loves me. he does. I swear. he would stay with me if he had the choice.he does. he loves me. by choice. i know it. we are meant to be. forever and always. we will be. he has to be mine. he has no choice. he loves me.
I Chained Him Down
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
I like being single,
I don't like always having been single
but I like discovering myself
I like that I know who I am
I know that I want to travel
that I want kids, many kids
and that I want to help others
I like that I know what I like
what I don't like
and that I'm still open minded
I believe in mindfulness
and being self aware
I know my best qualities
and I recognize my faults
I know I like rough ***
I know that I need certain music for certain situations
I know that I want to surround myself with good people
I know I'm ready for love
I have time to get to know myself and to improve what I feel I need to correct, and I work on myself daily
I like knowing that I am not influenced by another, I know what makes me happy and I know that my decisions are for me
When is a better time to start dating then when you finish finding yourself, only then can you know what else you need in your life
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
Those who do not experience it cannot fully understand
Life becomes a struggle, living is an extra challenge
Everyone becomes nervous, everyone experiences shyness
But not everyone knows the phobia of socialization
Being around others quickly becomes exhausting
Meeting many new people can be painful
Our minds are overworked through simple conversation
Our thoughts cannot leave how we appear, or how we are seen
The worst is that we see it,
We see how miserable we make ourselves
And how much we wish we were like someone else
We wish we could eat in a public restaurant,
not have to wait to go home to use the bathroom,
to walk into a crowded room,
attend the party everyone's going to,
instead of arranging a pity part for one
We need you to know that we do not refuse to do things with you because we don't like you,
We deny ourselves your company because:
she will be there
we woke up and felt bloated today
our hair doesn't look that nice today
he's there and I think he likes me
Because the way that place is laid out forces everyone to look at the entrance when the doors open and I can't handle all the eyes judging me until my face is red causing people to ask me whats wrong which is when I become upset because everywhere I go someone asks me whats wrong so then I shy away hoping to be someone else which makes me look stuck up not shy Then we'll need to sit and your going to want to sit with your friends whom I do not know well enough to sit with for an hour while they talk to you occasionally asking me questions that I answer oddly and again become red making everything weirder than it is Making them pity me and I hate their pity
Even writing this I cringe, because I hate being this girl.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
Take it Back
She don't know how
The room loses light
Sound vanishes, no faint echos
Just silent and dark
Take it Back
Breaks the silence
She don't know how
Through the dark she feels a stare
Frigid and demanding
Take it Back
This is her last chance
She tries to say it
She don't know how
All warmth gone
Take it back
This is all she regrets
The absence of this action
Leaves her to be on her own
She don't know how
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC