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kalen-henning
Check my heart Need to think, Shall I worry if it's beats in sync? The mood swings confetti sprays, Through my mind's thoughts for days and days. Confusions left tied in knots, In a vacation for my thoughts. Just like moths to the sound We clutter two by two. The moon lays It's silence down As we experience me and you
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
Confetti
I've got to tan but the sun goes down. I should get gas but I'm focusing on saving a life- Yet here we are in the parking lot chatting about new plans to lose our minds. You smile back thinking that was clever and then you slowly fall behind. I drive away from never ever, all the while running out of time.
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
Tanning hours
I walk to school all by myself, My mind is free of clutter. The mattress pad that's down the hall, Smells like peanut butter. Where did it come from, this wretched thing? How could something like this be? Why would it happen? Who put it there? And most of all why me? I pick the flowers Wash my hands, I've always had bad luck. Cotton candy Mashed potatoes Whatever the ****
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
Cotton candy Mashed potatoes
The one soul sank so far beneath Everything it'd known. Sunken it sat Against the mold of drat and grief alone. The cold was stuck The wind picked up The anguish raised the tides. The waves that struck Didn't give a **** As gravity decides. The dark crawled deep into the reef Of thoughts that ***** his pride. Then spawned the growth Of the most Hated man alive.
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
Sunk
in a bathtub full of cigarette butts you feel the cuts from where the what happened was the tiles clean the main scenes agleam serene the way it'd been flossed in between so many wished evade desire the smoldering questions start a fire a breeding fawn bleeds slowly on the withering cactus on the lawn though not too far beneath the moon would the dark's ending begin soon and the same **** thing when the owl sings at the wingless being only he sees because the right thing never mattered too much as another lost friendship fuels a crutch stare from square one and request a redo glare at a scared son for what he can see through turn the light out now if you need to and open up wider while i feed you.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
the knit
theres something in you I've been shown that something there has only grown something has been there for so long and please correct me if I'm wrong about it, ill go on and on id hate to be there when its gone the more i know and do adore the more i want to know you more if lately I've been acting strange it is because nothing has changed so take from this just what you will if all else fails ill be there still.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
kendall
i know i should not let you love me but i am far too selfish. this wilted farce that masks my life has left you dead and helpless the wrenching torment that persists like dark and violent fire is evidence as this abyss ascends to my desire. a sinking force with no remorse evacuates the sky down it thrusts, thus crushing us:            r     e  m   n  a   n  t   s             of    yo u     and               i. there you sit, you perfect thing with just enough to cry you slowly drag your broken wings knowing they'll never fly. like a bee that knowingly stings its life goodbye now post-attack cannot go back but it was worth a try it seems pointless leaving the nest to risk your life for death but close you'll bee still showing me you'll breath my poison breath.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
bees.
its times like these, realities transformed by wicked truth dragged beneath the deepest seas and chewed by satan's tooth the fragile words of honesty lay between the lies while lying there shrunken in size they sigh their muffled cries but its no use for them to use the energy inside because whats left, cocooned by death is better left alive.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
the truth
are you as lonely as me? tired of not being what you're "going to be?" only to be ripped away when you're going to sleep curiously flawed images provide poetry. distorted reality is something to see hanging from the canopy of a dark and lifeless tree broken at the knees are your silenced pleas you let your being be free as you mentally flee so long glee and the attachments of thee ask yourself now, are you as ****** as me?
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
are you as lonely as me?
When an Aries meets a scorpio There are two ways that it can go They can each take a separate road Or they can stay there and explode For one; the deepest darkest water The other; raging flame Two powerful antagonists The greatest in the game The fire lunges toward the title The tidal takes a turn They cannot help but share a smile As they crash and burn They recognize the reigning strength That both are quick to learn They know just where to place the pain For victory to be earned The water aims to suffocate The fire that evaporates His effort to manipulate Her vicious lack to hesitate Contradictory opposites Bewildered by desire Melt into each other's arms As both begin to tire The steam is screaming let me in A stalemate stops the fight They realize only both can win This battle here tonight.
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC
Firewater