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jackary
jackary
20/M/Portland, OR 20 y/o college student taking a break and backpacking in Aussie for 4 months.
First and foremost I declare that I know the most about ******** over every person I hold close, I play them like notes; Now this sentence will run, and this time it's not for fun; I'm a little drunk off the *** but these feelings are ripe like a plum, So I pick em and split em and break them down to pieces like a Reese's hoping that I can comprehend em, but I can only compress them and stuff them away. It's the same **** every day like I'm stuck on repeat, like a shooting a 3, I hover on the boundary: I ask how do I please Myself and everyone else, **** my life and everyone else. I feel like a doll on a shelf watching the world pass me by; the sands pass through hourglasses always on time. Sure I'm getting carried away, wish I'd get wiped away by a wave, or maybe spend some time in a cave, I've been a pawn and a knave. Beat me down with a stave, and place me on stage and then go flip the page, and I hope the next chapter includes the plague, and I'm not too vulnerable. But the words that I cast down on paper are cast like a spell by a mage, like he cast a mirage to sabotage the rest of the fortress; I'm restless. These feelings I'm feeling, well I'd say they're important, at least to me, atleast I hope you can see, like I've realized that she isn't right for me.
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
Freestyle of thoughts (bummed)
I've been on a binge Been used like a hinge Been burnt and singed I've made some mistakes Too many to hate em all For goodness sakes I've been all around Been acting like **** Been staying lit I've realized I'm fake I've realized I too can fall And shatter like plates
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:08 PM UTC
Untitled
Is this how it's going to be? Is this really how it's going to be? You spend 48 hours with me Then act like you don't see me? It's because of that other girl I kissed Isn't it? You know that was to make you jealous. It didn't mean **** And because you kissed that other guy? Well that made my blood pressure rise. It makes me me want to leap from a high rise. It makes me crave my own demise. Yeah, **** this and **** you. Tomorrow I'll be 500 miles away. Yeah, we've got each other added On Snapchat, but what we had won't last I'll take it all back You'll take it all back Well never see each other again, And that's exactly how it should be Even after the days we spent together, **** you **** me **** we
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
**** we
Hello, my Darling. My Sterling Starbeam, come a bit closer and show me what love means.
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 12:26 AM UTC
Hello, My Darling.
There was a girl that I loved, so unconditionally. She was as bright as a new day bleeding through the blinds. To my ear she was the spring flow of a forest’s creek. To my eyes she was a mountain’s meadowside speckled with flowers, Alpine. She skipped through the caverns of my mind, She was dug deep inside. Like shadows dancing on the wall, I envisioned our shadows intertwined together, slowed to a crawl. Irresistible. To draw myself closer to, step by step I wandered near. The glow of her smile; Divine. Like the light of a higher power empowered her. To not draw myself closer, I’d have been a coward. My thoughts ran amuck, yet in the muck is where they flowered like a lotus; dreaming beautifully, yet only fantasy. No I didn’t stop to notice. To really look clearly. To see that she, didn’t feel the same for me. I was too lost in love, Irresistibly, With a girl that I loved, so unconditionally.
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
Irresistible.
Critics and peers will always try to rate us. The thought is sweet; the thoughts are often not. They take what’s so dynamic, fluid, and full. And try to shift it to stiffened, solid, and dull. Maybe it’s just me and my mind, but it seems to be that we the people turn each other feeble, and ***** each other with poisoned needles, I find. There’s ‘Welcome’ on the doormat, though are we truly welcoming? There’s always someone below and unwelcomed, at that. The outcast. The pariah. The one. Who feels like the single person the people and world are against. Someone who turns their back to the world, because when has the world had their back ever? Maybe it’s just me and my mind, but it seems to be, as soon as we get a clue is when the sky turns back from black to blue, and a heart turns back from black to red, and saves a Soul that's living dead.
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC
The one