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hisprincesa
hisprincesa
26/Gender Fluid/Pennsylvania 26
When the sky is dark and gleaming Sprinkled with brilliant stars I find my mind drifting Wondering where you are Gentle breeze of floral scent Like a portal to a dream of a dream Tangled up within ourselves Pondering the reality of what we see If nothing's real, why does it hurt Did your soul drift too far Just one more talk, one more kiss Why does mortality have to be so hard I will always be yours, I will never forget I hold you forever in my heart I live on for you, doing what you wanted me to But when will the healing truly start
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Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 4:22 PM UTC
ThreeYearsSince
Existence is shimmering through A litany of souls, Ever-bustling and occupied. The greys blur and blend, Drowning in an ocean Without saturation or warmth. Colors wilt as the petals of a rose, Perception compromised Under the spell of deep grief. Frost creeping up the frame Like icy fingers To announce impending frostbite. And in the vast expanse Of ever growing darkness There is a glimmer of life A sign of hope Dig Climb Run Jump Do anything you can to feed that hope By any means possible Escape that place
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Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 12:30 AM UTC
Hope Recklessly
Life has become A game of running from the past My demons are my traumas Always catching up so fast Used to drown them gently Burning liquid in my veins Together we'd indulge ourselves And dance without our chains I made a promise to you back then Before you grew your glorious wings A promise to try to heal inside And let go of unimportant things My life has become A game of running from the past Because that's how I feel okay finally It's the only way I'll last
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Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
Recovery?
No one wants to hear about No one wants to see This still-bleeding heart Buried inside of me I must keep the pain silent Keep my eyes dry I'm supposed to stay strong There is no time to cry Yet there in the darkness I hear his voice whisper low I can barely make sense of it But I won't let him go Life is a funny thing So bitter, yet so sweet And I hope in your next one You and I will once again meet
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Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 6:55 PM UTC
Grieving