jasmineskye
Hello! I'm an aspiring performer and writer of young adult fiction! I enjoy dabbling in poetry from time to time so here I'll be posting my attempts at the art. I prefer the freedom of free verse, so that's a good portion of what I'll be posting. Any and all feedback is welcome, so please, feel free to correct me!
The knife slid smooth across smoother skin,
A thrilling thing, a winning sting,
Blood bubbling up like syrupy scarlet wine.
Alarm bells felt like fireworks to celebrate the first time,
“That’s dangerous!” the brain screams, eyeing the **** aghast
“It’s exciting.” the body sings, sighing dreamily and relaxing finally,
I’ve found a way out, I think, somewhere between the two.
To bleed is not to die, but certainly it holds the key,
Perhaps someday, some night in the haze of the absence of sleep,
I’ll reach for my razor and cut so deep,
That all there will be left to do is bleed and bleed and bleed
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
If you think the outside is { ugly }, you should see my insides.
You’ll hardly be surprised,
At the black { sludge }
The { stale }, boiled blood.
At { the bitter } pills,
And hateful words
The
Self
Indulgent { self-pity }.
If you think the outside is { pretty },
You should see my insides.
Because you’re { wrong }.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC
A { poem } doesn’t mean something,
Until the { words }
Are { tears } on your cheeks,
Or a { smile } on your lips,
Or { words } to be whispered,
Tasted,
kissed,
Shared.
A { poem } doesn’t mean anything until it’s gone in
And come back out.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 6:57 AM UTC
They say the envious will have their vying eyes wired shut,
and their lips sealed like empty sepulchers.
And yet, in spite of this,
I think I’ll covet you until the end of my days
For if I cannot look upon your face and feel it { mine }
I’d rather not see
And if I cannot say your name, and taste my { claim }
I’d rather not speak.
Covetous?
Perhaps
Envious?
Always.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC