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kategoldman
kategoldman
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She was the rain You didn't realize how broken ***** your desert was Until she taught you what showers felt like This desert was never hot Until you felt the shivers only she could make Feeling moisture residue on waiting lips She made you touch Touch the down pour you never knew you wanted She was the rain When everything before her was dry She was the rain When eberything before her was parched Never had you felt this feeling Her kiss quenched While you use to leave thirsty Her rain was undenyable But even the rain leaves clothes soaked And bones chattering Even the rain leaves you shivering
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
She Was Our Rain
I've been running around all year Cramming star dust into my veins Shoveling secrets into my lips Filling myself with the gases of our generarion Gas occupies space but holds no weight Gas expands to fit any container Gas fills you up can't figure out why you lay awake at night Never feeling more empty Feeding a tredmill cycled craving You are not a car Stop trying to run on gas
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Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
running on gas
I will never be one to kick old habits Never one to place cupboard locks on my demon trials Who would be left to whisper me sweet nothings from my closet ? Releasing my marks, tying up old ribboned loose ends Its a lonely life, one free of tarnish polished and clean but no one to speak with
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
Friends
Ive never confided a secret I didn't wish to be shared Holding close to the lackluster idle angst of our peers Its impossible not to become over aware of looks through the eyes of a stranger Keeping faith in a world of broken children Holding god among my discrepancies I found a truth to sink my teeth in I've never confided a secret I didn't already know the answer to Learning sovereign standards in a lesdon taught by sinners
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Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
Sovereign Standards
Its been 8 days since I last threw myself into a breath Ripping apart my lungs, only to throw them back together Over and over again Sipping cool silence on my tongue Letting it saunter into my chest Filling a hole you can't vouch for in a colored creation Selling my teeth to pay for a smile Sewing my lips on the christmas tree, to remember holiday cheer Violent wakes of silent water Drowning my lackluster advances Its been 8 days since I last threw myself into a breath Punching holes in my ribcage Stuffing them shut for the winter
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC
Winter Breath
I love how ugly you looked under direct light The way your gnarled grappling hooks for hands sink in the tide Your features twist in trepidation No beauty left in your hallow sunken cheekbones Your eyes red from fatigue You are not beautiful I'm sorry I never tried to save you Watching you fall is starting to be too much I'm sorry
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Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
Hooked Hands
I've sat at this table before Scribbling notes on your face     D       E          E             P Into this piece of wood Scaring the surface To fragment its sight Until its unrecognizable By anyone. Except me.
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Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
Scars Only Run on the Surface
I've gorged my insides outside Stuffed them full of tryptophan and solidarity in this plague Dripped acid on my laced lungs To hold some type of shape to their lackluster position Stitch my teeth on paper airplanes Promise your little girl you'll send her to the moon The sky The stars The dentist to fix her broken teeth To tape kisses on her open wounds It was never enough to wake me when you left Because I was right And we were all falling down As our youth was shot up Fill my bones with your time, let these clocks rip my eyelids off So all I can see is you walking away Wearing my last love letter on your palms Go, fly, be on the moon I'll meet you there in a few
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
Meet Me On The Moon
I tore my palms on floors painted in tiles Tea time above my throat Kiss my ears, until I cry high noon Welcome to the middle of the week
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
High Noon
Oh dear god Please let this pillow vanquish my sins Set fire to my troubles Let me fall under
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
Pillow Prayer