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kaitlyn-caddell
kaitlyn-caddell
Poetry is my soul music.
broken promises and broken hearts are such a likely pair you can never have one with out the other there
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 2:12 AM UTC
Love
Life is like a Jigsaw puzzle You can never Find all the pieces Therefore, you can't Ever see the full picture Until it's almost complete
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
Jigsaw
If you got close enough To see all my insecurities Darling, would you still fall for me?
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
Mind Wanderings
I am but a sparrow who has flown through a forest of darkness only to come out with ruffled feathers.
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Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
Sparrow
Should I tear myself To pieces and glue myself Together to look like A piece of art the world Would rather have seen?
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
Collage
I'll admit I never meant To love you But you were The drug that I tried once And couldn't kick I got addicted To your soul And the way It brushes up Against mine I now crave To inhale your Entire being And get the buzz I've desired For so long But you admitted You never loved me And now I'm suffering Withdrawal
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
Withdrawal
You captured my fluttering heart in your butterfly net. You studied the breaks in my wings and made me believe you would mend them But in the dead of the night you would tear the fragile flesh in the bed of another. You ripped the beauty from my soul as you caused me to tear my patterned body. You disguised yourself as sweet and caring but before my eyes you metamorphosed into narcissistic and hateful. My fragile heart was caught in your web of lies. We played familiar roles. You the poisonous spider and I the naive butterfly.
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
Butterfly
Pain causes the corners of your eyes to wrinkle. Hate causes you to bare your teeth. Madness causes you to release your war call. Yet everyone still calls you beautiful. They just think your laughing.
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
Laughing
I want to make love to you but not in the way you'd think I want to brush your soul with my fingertips and slip in and out of this world in your arms I want to show you the galaxy inside of my heart and watch you discover each star I want to press my lips against your body and write the story of our love in sloppy wet kisses I want to deeply inhale your wild spirt and get high on all your hopes and dreams I want to wander the maze in your heart and hang my portrait over the cracked drywall. I want to feel you searching my soul and shouting out in joy at every piece you find I want to strip you of your insecurities until you can bask naked in the warmth of my love I want to paint our lives in vibrant memories of days filled with laughter and nights filled with passion I want to have all of you in every moment of every single day for the rest of forever And if that isn't making love. *I don't want to know what is.*
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
I Want To Make Love To You
You spit out a dry laugh to try to hide the death in your eyes. The desert you call a soul is so full of memories that ***** your mind like cactuses drawing pieces of your happiness like blood. You try to wash away the reflection in the mirror with the salty rivers pouring through your tear ducts, but that only blurs your view of reality. You use your blade to paint a more beautiful life on your thighs with crimson hopes that someone will notice. The happiness of the life you once had known is buried deep in the graveyard of your thoughts but the skeletons you keep in your closet are in full view. You dress them in armor and they fight off the love of the ones who care for you like an elite force of warriors determined on destroying the foreign feeling of compassion. You try to replace the feeling of love with the lust of boys who's tongues whip you with lies. You plead with every God you have ever heard of every single night to save you from the darkness but the doubt in your heart snuffs out their light. Every day you **** off another piece of your self with the sword of depression leaving an empty shell of a person in your place. When are you going to realize that you're my reflection and I'm trying to shatter the mirror?
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
Mirror, Mirror...