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hopelesswanderer
Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Putting those thoughts aside is equivalent to holding them inside this chrysalis. Trapping them within along with my soul. This hurricane is trapped and it turns out it had only been dormant for the time I thought I was healing. My biggest triumph in this life will be this battle within; an invisible fight that burns like fire.
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Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 11:51 PM UTC
Trapped
Crying is such a blessing We underestimate the beauty of the salty rivers streaming down our cheeks Reminding us that there's still a piece of us that wants to get better To weep is to release the pain To stay quiet is to hold inside what should not stay within us I was once on the cold floor Looking up from below A loud silence hovered over me And I could not weep There was nothing to come out it was so deep within my soul; The blade released what has been stuck But now I feel everything Release everything And now I am sure that I am healing. These salty rivers my favorite taste The only release, pain's escape
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC
Salted Rivers
darling I see you in my dreams I feel you the moment I wake love I feel you around me I fall apart because you're not there anymore if I were to be back in your arms it wouldn't be the shelter that used to hold me together I believe that results in my loss of hope the beautiful flowers you once grew have been stomped on by other temptations and I still try to pick the long gone flowers of our disintegrating love
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
Gone
we are destroyed by what we love the most as I lost this love I was pushed into a pit I see light as I look up all around is darkness in the depths of this lonely shelter my only hope is for someone to pull me out someone like him who wants to fix me who isn't trying to get something out of me the rare one who isn't trying to receive my pity I know there is hope that someone will truly mend my wounds for I can see the light above maybe it will be I or perhaps someone who I have yet to experience
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC
who will heal
yes, i fear being touched by another person I will look into their eyes and only see the one I truly love When I am touched I will feel his gentleness And when in silence I will hear his soft breaths When I close my eyes and lean in I will only imagine the way he feels It is inevitable that I feel this way I feel his haunting presence in my bloodstream When i see him I hear a beating drum in my chest One that is uncontrollable
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
beating drum
if this love was true, it will find its way back to us because it wasn't us who left each other It was the love that left us
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC
Untitled
you came to me broken without purpose or a hand to hold you left me after losing that emptiness ; fufilled from taking everything out of me and using it to fill your own brokenness. now I'm left with nothing but a ghost of you and pain that overwhelms me
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
emptiness
if you could see scents The most beautiful smell would be rain on the asphalt after the first rain in a while nature always has a way of showing us that even after long and beautiful days of sunshine The sky still sheds a tear there is true beauty in the sky and the way it reflects on the way we feel some are encouraged by the sun but others prefer the rain those who prefer the rain understand that darkness comes within the better days and cannot be avoided but you can still be the light of the dark; the light shining through the clouds
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
lover of the dark
In this body you will live, In this body you will also die. Wherever your treasure is There your heart will be, And also your life Worship things that help you find yourself And the things that won't give you regrets Finding out who we are destined to be is a difficult mystery to unravel But true adventure comes with life And with adventure in life, our true colors shine
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 2:22 AM UTC
body