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jamie-dunlap
American Not much to say about me. I'm 22 years old and I sometimes dabble in writing poetry. Maybe someday I'll get good.Cheers!
My hand is glowing with another cigarette The ashtray's overflowing The bottle meant to ease my pain is nearly spent and I'm still going insane
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Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 8:42 PM UTC
Still going insane
I’m left alone with wine and cigarettes tonight, wondering if I have regrets I yearned to know the taste of lips on lips, desired nothing else besides your hands to caress my cheek, my waist, my finger tips With ease, it seemed, you met all my demands You gave me passion only found by few I crave it now, so nothing else will do By light of day the torture can be veiled A smile, a game, assorted hollow things conceal my actual thoughts ‘til daylight’s failed By night I feel what disappointment brings
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Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 7:32 PM UTC
It's never enough
Alas! It's dusk; his hunger grows. The beast crawls into sight. Briefly he will watch his prey 'til day gives way to night.
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Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 5:28 PM UTC
The Hunt
A firefly flew by today. I ran to catch him quick. He graced me with his presence brief, then gave his wing a flick.
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Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 5:26 PM UTC
Flick
From the top of the hill I can see How the road drips tar Down the path of least resistance. What sort of fish would keep This dark river as their home? Foul creatures, filled with teeth, Gnashing at their prey. I bet I would make a tasty treat for them. All I have to do is dive in.
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Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 5:05 PM UTC
Black Water Fish
He shut off the light. It was utterly dark in our tiny room. Hands disappeared in front of faces; Sounds turned sharper and stung the ears. The other one used to scream at night. I felt the mattress sink as he crawled into bed. My nose was buried under the pillow, Not that it mattered, no one could see me. His gentle touch was meant as an act of comfort. But his fingers were cold at the tips. Lightly, he kissed my forehead. It was the only part I left exposed. His fingers, warm now, pushed my face up. It’s a shame at 21 I can’t hug my teddy- I let him hold me instead. There was a whisper, “It’s okay.” I knew the other was no longer there. Opening my eyes, I realized his gift. “Look what I did,” he said, “I made the dark go away.”
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Mar 19, 2010
Mar 19, 2010 at 7:10 PM UTC
Fear of Night
Endless nights of playing a game Pleasurable fights, all the same Arrogant fathers sending their spies Plausible faith based on sensible lies Tumble out of bed and greet regret Stumble outside, light a cigarette Take a drag and consider what to say Redundant motion on a recurring day With each turn I meet a well-known face How could I not while I reside in this place It is hard to tell if I am awake. The line is dead that parted real and fake
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Mar 18, 2010
Mar 18, 2010 at 9:21 PM UTC
A Dream of Reality
In silence we agree that someday we will be finding ourselves South Bound. In recent days I’ve found this city to be suffocating. We need something invigorating. Though when we talk aloud about being south bound I notice that it mostly seems like we are sharing only dreams. And so in silence we agree That someday we will be
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Mar 15, 2010
Mar 15, 2010 at 10:08 PM UTC
South Bound
Hands gripped tightly to the wheel Radio off, wipers on Nowhere to go The house is not home Not anymore The car was quiet He had one passenger His blue knapsack filled With what he could salvage He threw the car into reverse And now the only thing left to do Is drive
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Mar 15, 2010
Mar 15, 2010 at 5:45 PM UTC
Run Away
I’ve trudged through them before Like dragging through wet snow My body has been growing sore And Time is moving slow The nights they seem a little darker The days are not so bright In my room I see a flicker And am consumed by fading light Despite the night I will see all A motion picture in my head Tomorrow my motion will cease to crawl I’ll lie still within my bed
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Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 7:54 PM UTC
Dark Days