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gluttonforcoffee
28/F/USA You kids better get off my lawn! / / 📍PA
Shades of turquoise fill glassy eyes Stiff like a mannequin Emotionally paralyzed The lights are on And someone’s home An infantilized mind Cased in flesh and bone Punishment for grief A cure for anxiety A husband’s order For a female lobotomy
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Jul 18, 2024
Jul 18, 2024 at 9:07 PM UTC
Husk
It was your birthday I brought you lunch And I didn’t mind playing the role of The good daughter As long as you pretended to forget We ate under a veil of normalcy Only commenting on the crispness Of the deli’s pickles I surrendered my pain For your turkey club sandwich You surrendered yours So that I could watch you eat
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Jun 14, 2023
Jun 14, 2023 at 2:38 PM UTC
Sandwiches
I’m rotting out of my skin And I’m repulsed By the feeling Of each breath I steal From this Cold dead world One day I hope I can watch It all burn down Only then Will I know God’s warmth
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Jul 23, 2022
Jul 23, 2022 at 12:46 AM UTC
Decay
I watched you pick flowers From our garden of Eden And when I asked you To plant new trees You told me that No matter how many Seeds enter the soil Our garden would Only sprout weeds And yet I begged you To never leave And when I asked you why You had tasted the fruit That was forbidden For us to eat You told me that The fruits of our labor Had now grown rotten And that you Preferred a love That was sweet
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Feb 1, 2022
Feb 1, 2022 at 7:38 PM UTC
Paradisum Voluptatis
I spent years trying to pick up The pieces of a puzzle That would never feel complete And when I got close To her completion Death was there To congratulate me And after her passing People continued to feel Like problems and projects Never getting too close But somehow loving so much Only to discard them Like broken objects And with you I found solace In the illusion of completeness Maybe I wouldn’t need to Try so hard to bring happiness To a man with little grievances But much like my past I found myself splitting Apart at the seams In order to love someone Who needed me to put together All of their broken dreams
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Jan 13, 2022
Jan 13, 2022 at 11:38 PM UTC
Pieces
You are the sunshine That pours into my car In mid July I have always savored Your feverish embrace That swaddles my Anemic bones And while I sometimes Catch myself getting burned By my steering wheel I would rather kiss The hot asphalt Than return to someone Who feels like January rain
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Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 12:42 AM UTC
Embers
You’re a cup of black coffee Bringer of comfort, reminder of home But like my teeth, you have stained me Beyond human repair And the love that you now show Only deepens the memory Of who I was Before I was yellow
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Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 12:19 PM UTC
Logan
You are maple syrup Unbearably sweet And I like you on my tongue But I know that you would Surely rot my insides If I indulged in you daily
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Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 10:35 PM UTC
Stomachache
In life I have found that Whiskey sours and old fashioneds Will always be my greatest vice As well as my closest confidant The glass hits my lips And within the next ten minutes I am no longer compelled To pick my cuticles I no longer feel the wrath Of anxiety’s unseen brush burn Or depression’s mighty choke hold For once, I can breathe easy Every fleeting thought of total apprehension Is replaced by feelings of contentment and bliss But soon, my eyes become glassy While my body grows weary And I descend into a deep slumber Slowly sinking into the barstool With my head on the counter In a blue collar town
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Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 9:06 AM UTC
Medicine
Some people carry sorrow In such a way that it flattens Their shoulder blades It erodes the spinal cord And devours the skin Until there is but a memory Of a person that remains And yet somehow We continue to feast On the crumbs of grief That fall onto the dinner plates Of our most fragile memories And still we sleep In the crevices of Our deepest insecurities Only to be comforted By a gentle reminder That the end is Growing nearer everyday And we continue to play The part of the aspiring optimist Always grinning and laughing While what's left of our insides Curdle and churn For even they are aware Of the lie that sorrow makes
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Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 9:01 PM UTC
Monday