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gglucy
gglucy
Swedish Surrealist with the mind of a pioneer.
your intellect stands ahead of your immaculacy and your heart of diamond mindset an enigma, a paradox i sat in the corner, trying to figure you out physical appearance not lacking in any way, magnum opus, james dean. italic my insides rot with the thought of you belonging to her. you're my favorite variation of reality my one and only way out of a feverishly clogged society i'm afraid i threw the tea into the harbor i ran away with you in my mind but when i returned, somewhere between comatose and awake i saw you, and it was like we'd never met.
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
mon ciel est mon enfer
set me on fire, inhale every word i might say, treasure my scars, and grow fond of how i got them, i'd die a million times over, if it meant to have a love like this don't hide reality from me, i hate it, but give me a dose of it daily, you always know what's best. love me when my heart's in miami, or when my clumsy hands intertwine with your artistic ones. we'll prove them all wrong, babe.
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
if you insist
i cut the black ribbon that connected our hearts next day- i see you here with a girl on your strong arm, one of my best friends. you traded whispers in my dads maserati for chilling on her torn couch it's ****** my veins are fried, frontal lobe is hysteric instead of crying myself to sleep, i decide to put on a politician's smile and swallow my robitussin pride you tore my ribs open inhaled my smoky lungs so i take your weaknesses and fashion them into insults- nearly as painful as the ballpoint pen you shoved into my heart i bet you're telling her the same **** you told me ver. ba. tim. copy paste you can't recreate what we had
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 8:27 AM UTC
verbatim
i scrape the bottom of my bucket to find traces of emotion under my short fingernails not enough for my on-stage production, however. i'm merely a robot, designed to work at maximum efficiency with no error but what about emotion? i ask, mining myself like a forty-niner they say, you're too young what the hell do you need emotions for? they say they're more trouble than what they're worth but, i want to feel something without jeopardizing my efficiency and how others perceive my efforts is this curiosity my own? or, like everything else, is it a man made sentiment hidden deep within my membrane?
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Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
apathetic android
you held me in what seemed to be my darkest hour consoling me, rather passionately as the car radio contradicted my hysteric tears you breathed, "i'm here." you frowned at my tear-stained knees and held me tighter the vehicle came to a stop- and as did your masquerade you left me with nothing as little as a goodbye but your shoulder was soon covered in a mass of curly blonde hair she looked back at me in my sorrow and gave me a wink, "you'll miss him tomorrow."
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 9:30 AM UTC
dearest evan,
oh, darling where did you ever go so wrong? you were the top of the class, now you're on the ineligibility list slinking around with your two o'clock beauty queen and you've happened to acquire some sort of... distasteful humor that i don't remember you ever having just remember this, when you go i was there in the beginning, but this film seems to tragic for me to stay around and if i do, i'll enjoy fanning the flames
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC
2.5
'13 was a war. several battles one after another, each increasingly worse than the one before it i was laughed at by the corporals and disgraced by the lieutenants every loss was the same despair on repeat somehow, i managed to dig my dignity out of the bin and get enough strength to kick my enemies in their already bruised shins they say a new year, a new chapter, but for me, it's a whole new revolution and i'm in the lead, this time.
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC
the war of '13
i sit here, in the dark, my face illuminated by the pale screen, twirling my hair around my finger listening to the song you shared with me on repeat imagining you with white headphones in writing one of your college essays i'd say- this song is our secret miles away- it's the closest thing we have to hands intertwining when the melody plays out, it doesn't seem as if you're that far away
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
1,724
i'm waiting, impatiently, for the house of cards you built to shatter at your feet and wipe that smug smile off your face the fall of a lazy empire never sounded so desirable your inappropriate actions were swept under the rug of the public especially this afternoon, when you brought along your newest lover to a board meeting your victory was simply accidental, darling. but, when your corruption is exposed, it'll be made sure that your fall is a cushioned one and you'll see me, in your rearview mirror, laughing while your universe comes crashing down
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC
corruption of an accidental victor
the thought of you is carried to excess the bonds we once shared froze once the warmest part of the year took its end. i vowed to love you until the end of time but the clocks have stopped long ago
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Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
clockwork