Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
helena-gray
I no longer know what to write How to express my distress Because it does not exist persist Happiness has clouded the literary aperture And my words flounder Flailing to find meaning Despair's volubility imparted a certain variegated flourish to my poetry Pleasure leaves me maundering stoically I fear I fear the doubt in sedulous reflection Blissful ignorance pervades conflagrant dissection Love life happiness Temporary distractions The aperture will soon be clear Life's down's have silver linings
0
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
Reticent
There were moments between us That I can see clearly Like a photograph Taken by Canon dSLR Captured at exactly right moment As if time stood still. You carrying my white comforter to your red Mustang In memory of the ******** You had a glint in your eye And even though we didn’t say goodbye That white comforter left hanging around your shoulders Said I won’t forget you. At the Christmas party You said you were tired And sat down I hovered around Until you gestured to join you And you took my hand Unfazed By this grand gesture in front of your friends And left me assured. Your fingers Softly trailing up and down My bare arms Tingles down my spine A sensation that lingers Those tantalising signs of a kiss about to happen better than the kiss itself
0
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC
Photographs
My mind is going places You hands have been before Every movie scene Leaves me longing for you more Do you know what it's like Going out Hitting the town Even though you've found what you were after Shaving your legs When you have no one to shave them for Waking in fear Sleeping in the past Dreading the news, That our last was our last I'm holding on tightly, But you're slipping away In the ocean of distance That keeps us astray.
0
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
Astray
Good things come to those who wait Well I’m done waiting. I’ve waited before. I’ve been heartbroken, I’ve recovered, I’ve looked and looked and been around, I gave up, threw in the towel. And then I was found. By You you who are so far away that distance includes a time difference Limbo. is not a state of mind! It is a heart breaker, Chest beater There are not enough words in the world Minutes in the day To express my frustration With You The universe My weak weak resolve To wait for you I’ve waited before. But I thought I had found you! Been found. Brought back to the place I had been before I    was    like    Eve,! in the Garden of Eden (pause) Love is like…… Being high But you still get the paranoia It’s just not as intense I’ve been heartbroken before They say: Distance makes the heart grow fonder? But no one ever said what it did to the mind Sleeping patterns, social skills and drinking habits? I could have loved you.! (But for that I needed time) You could have been the love of my life (Feelings grow) The one ( a concept we trivialised) Our relationship was facilitated By my own temporary living situation PAUSE This limbo is never-ending You drive me ******* crazy… Crazy to **** In blue Yves-St Laurent. On top of covers, Never under. I guess the issue is LETTING GO. I don’t want to It’s not fair I just found someone who cares About music, and books, haircuts Me. My needs My pleasures You chased ME Right into my own mind Heart Body and soul You got me All of me; My virginity You said you didn’t do goodbyes. I’ve never had to say goodbye; But I think that we should have Instead of this awful purgatory That I’m wallowing in Doubt, pity and swallowing .My feelings. Because this was meant to be easier (plea) For you at least. I I just wish I was a vampire So I could turn my feelings off And recover And I can’t fully address the heartache, The recovery The looking looking, getting around Giving up, throwing in the towel Because like a child I am putting my foot down I don’t want to be found I already found you! I will make my way back into your heart. I will cross oceans. I will succeed Doubt and fear Of my own instabilities Abilities Or lack of… I have never been as uncertain. I hope you’re happy… That you make me feel this way… Not that I regret The time that WE spent. I loved being we. I hope that you would have grown to love me.
0
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC
Uncertain Progress
Good things come to those who wait Well I’m done waiting. I’ve waited before. I’ve been heartbroken, I’ve recovered, I’ve looked and looked and been around, I gave up, threw in the towel. And then I was found. By You you who are so far away that distance includes a time difference Limbo. is not a state of mind! It is a heart breaker, Chest beater There are not enough words in the world Minutes in the day To express my frustration With You The universe My weak weak resolve To wait for you I’ve waited before. But I thought I had found you! Been found. Brought back to the place I had been before I    was    like    Eve,! in the Garden of Eden (pause) Love is like…… Being high But you still get the paranoia It’s just not as intense I’ve been heartbroken before They say: Distance makes the heart grow fonder? But no one ever said what it did to the mind Sleeping patterns, social skills and drinking habits? I could have loved you.! (But for that I needed time) You could have been the love of my life (Feelings grow) The one ( a concept we trivialised) Our relationship was facilitated By my own temporary living situation PAUSE This limbo is never-ending You drive me ******* crazy… Crazy to **** In blue Yves-St Laurent. On top of covers, Never under. I guess the issue is LETTING GO. I don’t want to It’s not fair I just found someone who cares About music, and books, haircuts Me. My needs My pleasures You chased ME Right into my own mind Heart Body and soul You got me All of me; My virginity You said you didn’t do goodbyes. I’ve never had to say goodbye; But I think that we should have Instead of this awful purgatory That I’m wallowing in Doubt, pity and swallowing .My feelings. Because this was meant to be easier (plea) For you at least. I I just wish I was a vampire So I could turn my feelings off And recover And I can’t fully address the heartache, The recovery The looking looking, getting around Giving up, throwing in the towel Because like a child I am putting my foot down I don’t want to be found I already found you! I will make my way back into your heart. I will cross oceans. I will succeed Doubt and fear Of my own instabilities Abilities Or lack of… I have never been as uncertain. I hope you’re happy… That you make me feel this way… Not that I regret The time that WE spent. I loved being we. I hope that you would have grown to love me.
Continue reading...
96
I am an accumulation of stories, An amalgamation of myself and others, Shared experiences lessening cultural differences, Secrets and fears; My own and those I hold near. Joy and Sorrow; What I say today may not hold true Tomorrow, I am not constant I am ever-changing, Adjusting, evolving, ameliorating, Tomorrow, I am the people I met Today And part of the person I left behind Yesterday What I am is Who I am, A correlated concept, every day an elevated stand.
0
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 6:05 PM UTC
The Storyteller
Hands Feet Arms Legs Holding Touching Pausing And I'm looking at you Through the looking glass, through the looking glass, And you're the arrow to my bow You're like Cake to a fat kid Jolie to a Brad Pitt Wrap you arms around my waist Let's go to straight to second base And the tension is tearing me up I don't want to spoon, I want to **** Knock knock on my door Falling falling falling for you, And I'm dropping hints For you to drop the hand But your eyes do not shout from your soul So how am I to know if I'm to take you home
0
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 3:48 PM UTC
Arrow to my Bow
I remember Gran’s bony hands gripping my wriggling wrists Crossing streets, Watching my parents leave for business trips Screaming, crying and kicking at their departure Gran held me firm in place poker faced Family additions Dragged away like furniture: Made felt like I was the fist that punctured the peace, A surgically removed cyst from familial bliss. Trying to demonstrate That she was not as straight As die, rulers, skyscrapers, line geometry, My one time fathers frivolities Preoccupied my attention Until austerity crept back into her manner, A gulf snatching me away from her temporary lapse, Her gnarly hand seizing my shoulder. Her part played to a fading friend and children gone Continental drift. Ocean crossings for funeral celebrations Ravines forming in her fathomless foundations Avoided my attention Bright wrapping paper covered my childhood perception, There was no melancholic manic depression no lashing out with verbal accusations of abandonment. Isolation. Bubble wrap layers of armour; parental protection steadily cast off in adolescence, Left me reeling with raw emotion after seeing my grandmother broken. My father staring at the TV ignoring the reality of her sanity, It is easier coping with the match score rather than the eyesore. Sitting in silence sooner than covering circular topics exhausted. This is the most either can hope for, every move calculated, deliberated. She waits for death so she can be liberated He waits for deaths so he can live again In memories reclaimed, bony hands gripping wrists, Establishing familial bliss, My one time grandmother’s frivolities , A collection of her life’s mythology, Not the sum of her anthology. We will rewrite her biography.
0
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 3:40 PM UTC
Biography
I remember Gran’s bony hands gripping my wriggling wrists Crossing streets, Watching my parents leave for business trips Screaming, crying and kicking at their departure Gran held me firm in place poker faced Family additions Dragged away like furniture: Made felt like I was the fist that punctured the peace, A surgically removed cyst from familial bliss. Trying to demonstrate That she was not as straight As die, rulers, skyscrapers, line geometry, My one time fathers frivolities Preoccupied my attention Until austerity crept back into her manner, A gulf snatching me away from her temporary lapse, Her gnarly hand seizing my shoulder. Her part played to a fading friend and children gone Continental drift. Ocean crossings for funeral celebrations Ravines forming in her fathomless foundations Avoided my attention Bright wrapping paper covered my childhood perception, There was no melancholic manic depression no lashing out with verbal accusations of abandonment. Isolation. Bubble wrap layers of armour; parental protection steadily cast off in adolescence, Left me reeling with raw emotion after seeing my grandmother broken. My father staring at the TV ignoring the reality of her sanity, It is easier coping with the match score rather than the eyesore. Sitting in silence sooner than covering circular topics exhausted. This is the most either can hope for, every move calculated, deliberated. She waits for death so she can be liberated He waits for deaths so he can live again In memories reclaimed, bony hands gripping wrists, Establishing familial bliss, My one time grandmother’s frivolities , A collection of her life’s mythology, Not the sum of her anthology. We will rewrite her biography.
Continue reading...
43
I sit here, Staring at your name, And I don't know how we went from Lunch to the coldwar in a heartbeat. And I keep wondering was it that kiss goodbye? A kiss that said to me, in soft sultry tones, 'hey see you tomorrow' And to you? To let go? A move to fast? for those who like to move slow No matter how many times I look back to try and see, Inside your mind, Through your actions, Read you reactions,To the things that I said To the way you held me in bed, Nothing, Nothing explains this, Only that misplaced kiss Your artic stares and cold shoulders, Do not render my resolve to resist, But they hold my heart in a glacial grip, And it hurts, That something so wonderful, is over. That memories made from our early morning escapades, Will always remind me of us, Hand in Hand, and unafraid, of touches, embraces, and kisses goodbye somehow in that final night our fire died That misplaced kiss goodbye.
0
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 12:51 PM UTC
Misplaced