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jordan-kit
American All I do is say what I think and how I think it.
He saw you hurry down his door steps, You did not stay the night. He saw you hurry down his door steps, Bouncing, even skipping in your flight. He saw you walking on the boulevard, You stuck to shadows all the way. He saw you walking on the boulevard, Entwined forever in this game you play. You thought he didn't notice, Blinded to your sin. You thought he didn't notice, The condition you are in. He's not here you thought, so perfect, Your lies will not be found. He's not here you thought, so perfect, Your heart telltale thumping underground. He took the long way home, He had to clear his head. He took the long way home, Wondering whether love is dead. The winter wind was whipping, Biting at his ears. The winter wind was whipping, His cheeks wet with tears. He imagined your dress falling, You rolling on his bed. He imagined your dress falling, So on the way he said, "Why should I go home tonight? It's not like she stayed true. Why should I go home tonight?" Said as if to you. You cried after the first night, He took the first train West. You cried after the first night, You never would have guessed. The second night was harder still, He left even his phone, The second night was harder still, He left his life, he left you there, crying all alone. Next night you wept and knew your fault, Betrayal betrayed you. Next night you wept and knew your fault, The love that could have grew. Months had passed and time stood still, Naught but guilt to get you by. Months had passed and time stood still, Your prayers answered, he called and asked you, "Why?" Your heart it started racing, Your words must be precise. Your heart it started racing, Leap of faith upon thin ice. "I don't know what came over me, I fear this void inside. I don't know what came over me, From my faults I cannot hide." "I miss you now so dearly, Won't you please come home? I miss you now so dearly, You no longer need to roam." "I saw you hurry down his door step, But that was just the start. I saw you hurry down his door step, As you trampled o'er my heart." "I don't believe in love no more, So I left it all behind. I don't believe in love no more, I kept looking for sign." "Was nothing there in Omaha, Nowhere further was I shown. Was nothing there in Omaha, Naught I hadn't known." "Circumstance has changed me, Our love it was not real. Circumstance has changed me, Your love I didn't feel." It was over, a new day, Tone hummed to her reply. It was over, a new day, She dropped the phone only to cry.
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May 14, 2011
May 14, 2011 at 11:32 AM UTC
Feb 14th
He saw you hurry down his door steps, You did not stay the night. He saw you hurry down his door steps, Bouncing, even skipping in your flight. He saw you walking on the boulevard, You stuck to shadows all the way. He saw you walking on the boulevard, Entwined forever in this game you play. You thought he didn't notice, Blinded to your sin. You thought he didn't notice, The condition you are in. He's not here you thought, so perfect, Your lies will not be found. He's not here you thought, so perfect, Your heart telltale thumping underground. He took the long way home, He had to clear his head. He took the long way home, Wondering whether love is dead. The winter wind was whipping, Biting at his ears. The winter wind was whipping, His cheeks wet with tears. He imagined your dress falling, You rolling on his bed. He imagined your dress falling, So on the way he said, "Why should I go home tonight? It's not like she stayed true. Why should I go home tonight?" Said as if to you. You cried after the first night, He took the first train West. You cried after the first night, You never would have guessed. The second night was harder still, He left even his phone, The second night was harder still, He left his life, he left you there, crying all alone. Next night you wept and knew your fault, Betrayal betrayed you. Next night you wept and knew your fault, The love that could have grew. Months had passed and time stood still, Naught but guilt to get you by. Months had passed and time stood still, Your prayers answered, he called and asked you, "Why?" Your heart it started racing, Your words must be precise. Your heart it started racing, Leap of faith upon thin ice. "I don't know what came over me, I fear this void inside. I don't know what came over me, From my faults I cannot hide." "I miss you now so dearly, Won't you please come home? I miss you now so dearly, You no longer need to roam." "I saw you hurry down his door step, But that was just the start. I saw you hurry down his door step, As you trampled o'er my heart." "I don't believe in love no more, So I left it all behind. I don't believe in love no more, I kept looking for sign." "Was nothing there in Omaha, Nowhere further was I shown. Was nothing there in Omaha, Naught I hadn't known." "Circumstance has changed me, Our love it was not real. Circumstance has changed me, Your love I didn't feel." It was over, a new day, Tone hummed to her reply. It was over, a new day, She dropped the phone only to cry.
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Cold air dances, Pirouetting, Capturing my attention. "Yes! Yes!" An ugly ballet Following from street to street. The heat of the fight and my open wounds Second to my welcomed chills. Feel something. New sensation.
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Nov 28, 2010
Nov 28, 2010 at 2:43 PM UTC
Of Unresolved Fights
The day may lie Bitter daggers of fault, Icy in cruel candor, While the night, Whose voice unsolicited, Whispers facts With holy virtue. Rattled with paradox. Always confide in the thief Never finding refuge in the saint. Men despair, Bleak in fear, For the the world appears a foe. In truth, Desire bests intellect. I wanted the sun, When better had it set.
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Nov 28, 2010
Nov 28, 2010 at 2:41 PM UTC
Sunrise or Sunset?
You claim He's not around Anymore. I'm onto him, Sitting there behind you. Cracks open a beer, Smiling, Chuckles as He sets it beside you. You drink. "What?" How can you Not see? You lost. **** Old, alcoholic Fool.
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Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 2:56 PM UTC
Of Your Returning Foe
It started in Unbelievable hardship. It wasn't a fairy tale. I never rode in on My white horse And swept you off your feet. I was completely empty inside As a fantastic ship with No direction, Lost at sea, Hoping for some beacon of light. You blinded me from Across the room. I never noticed your beauty. We were drunk, Talkative, Intrigued. Over time I came to Admire you dearly. My heart bursting With beatific possibilities, With confusion, With hesitance. I didn't want to Hurt you, and especially Didn't know if I could lose someone. I waited for you. Knew there was no one More wonderful To be with In this world. Sad as it is for I The hero of this story, I Cared for you So deeply I didn't interlope. You were happy And that made me feel A strange mix of Joy and jealousy. Despite our struggles To find our golden place In the world, I wouldn't have done anything Any differently. You are the other Half of my soul That keeps me balanced And most importantly happy. You are the home for my Thoughts, Dreams, For my love. I think of the million Ways you make me happy, Praying I can return Even a little. You are my home, My guiding light. My best friend, My love of my life.
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Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 2:17 PM UTC
Part of Our Story
I knew you before we ever met. I felt our feelings, Ruminated over our thoughts. I clung to our convictions, Was crucified for our flaws. I didn't write for you, Yet was delighted When you understood. I gave you my hard copy, Creased down the middle and bent from nervous energy, Typed twenty-six point font (These drunk eyes of mine strained for less). You gave me your hard copy. I never saw it coming. Neatly kept, Typed with handsome typewriter slab serif. Bursting with honesty, That person-to-person Truth that I value over all. The occasional typo Revealed to me the process, The ecstatic pleasure in creation That I've felt before. You on your typewriter, I in marker on the window's glass canvas. The next night We joined you for drinks and for good company. Talked poems, Talked Whitman, Talked dumb society, Talked records. In drunken elation seven true hearts Howled to heaven, Played music, Performed clumsy art. I had more drinks. Relished the night Shared with kindred souls. The night went on. You asked for your coat, Which I mechanically retrieved. Stepped out and into the cold With no coat of my own. As you nervously lit your cigarette, I knew something Was amiss. "It's nothing." That's how I knew, It was everything.
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Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 6:43 PM UTC
Two November Nights
tripping over the edge scratching vinyl low bass lines steady beat plush carpeted floor to my right plaster beneath my feet drywall landing pad eat words truth digested no meaningful inward journey cold shuddering empty room no food fridge empty for days trapped ceiling racing collision course with floor jump into desk latent in my cupboard no awakening up for thirty hours weeping in frustration no food ecstatic with mediocrity Yes! Yes! follow the ant it knows primeval secrets internal truths shopping lists a thousand regrets a thousand ****** clamoring rooftop puddles sweet nectarine sky tangerine tomorrows
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Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
Morning Glory
Where are The ecstatic saxophones that Slung forth swank slurs of Beauty, The *** *** *** Bass lines, The snaps and snares and the Sweet rhythm of the Night? Music had character And minds followed, in following Soared. There were no glittery vampires, No prepubescent Brother boy bands. Soulful crooners never Warbled over Alejandro, Or the boots with the fur, with the fur. We wrote letters and shared thoughts and ideas And convictions. There was no need for the techno Middleman To wrap our Real thoughts in LOLs To make opening Up to another More efficient. Mass media Gluttony drowns America till I strain and struggle Only to barely stay afloat In this sea of apathy. But you won't buy and sell my soul. I'm not going to Be your Consumptive, Quiet, Couldn't-care-less, I won't get in the way, And I won't raise my voice, Good American, 2.5 children, Christian, Conserva-libera-publi-crat, Self-centered, Illiterate, Ignorant Sheep Only to follow the power. **** no, I'm mad as hell; I want to leave the next generation A world where You can confess your Love and be a man or Love another man and have Basic human rights, and it all Starts in your Mind And your Expression thereof. It's the saccharine pop Culture that has Made free-thought unfashionable, a crime. Art is Revolution. Hang Up, Log Out, Unplug and just look At what you've let the World become in Letting yourself be Little more than A faceless source Of merciless dollars. Wrest free our Culture from the Calamitous and indifferent Claws of rampant capitalism. Express yourself or submit, Stand up for a free America. I will not be sold.
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Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 2:23 PM UTC
Cultural Doldrums
Where are The ecstatic saxophones that Slung forth swank slurs of Beauty, The *** *** *** Bass lines, The snaps and snares and the Sweet rhythm of the Night? Music had character And minds followed, in following Soared. There were no glittery vampires, No prepubescent Brother boy bands. Soulful crooners never Warbled over Alejandro, Or the boots with the fur, with the fur. We wrote letters and shared thoughts and ideas And convictions. There was no need for the techno Middleman To wrap our Real thoughts in LOLs To make opening Up to another More efficient. Mass media Gluttony drowns America till I strain and struggle Only to barely stay afloat In this sea of apathy. But you won't buy and sell my soul. I'm not going to Be your Consumptive, Quiet, Couldn't-care-less, I won't get in the way, And I won't raise my voice, Good American, 2.5 children, Christian, Conserva-libera-publi-crat, Self-centered, Illiterate, Ignorant Sheep Only to follow the power. **** no, I'm mad as hell; I want to leave the next generation A world where You can confess your Love and be a man or Love another man and have Basic human rights, and it all Starts in your Mind And your Expression thereof. It's the saccharine pop Culture that has Made free-thought unfashionable, a crime. Art is Revolution. Hang Up, Log Out, Unplug and just look At what you've let the World become in Letting yourself be Little more than A faceless source Of merciless dollars. Wrest free our Culture from the Calamitous and indifferent Claws of rampant capitalism. Express yourself or submit, Stand up for a free America. I will not be sold.
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Sweet old woman Two small boys Hand-in-hand "Only step on the dark ones" Midsummer leaves Under angelic sandals Step! Step! Step!
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Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 7:34 PM UTC
Of Leaves and Innocence
There is a pit where Certainty once sat; How can we turn away From such Terror?
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Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 11:00 PM UTC
Of Terror