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kianamp
kianamp
20/F/escaping into words in love with the art of poetry
with the use of my blood I blindly grew every single rose I gave to you
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC
drained.
the feeling of 11pm on my skin while lavender encases me is the dream I stay awake for before actually going to sleep
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 12:20 PM UTC
11pm.
to bleed numbly into the abyss of thoughtful and thoughtless fears I am full of emptiness
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Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
empty.
you used to take my breath away steal it out of my lungs and make it into a braid to wrap it around my blood you I said needed it as we both took flight down your neighbourhood street rain falling into my smile I thought we were infinite sharing a one of a kind love we'd share with our kids you were my vital drug now, you still take my breath away but you're taking too much it hurts so much to stay but the pain isn't enough you breathed my last bit of air and broke my breaking heart too you just don't think it's fair that I no longer breathe and beat for you
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
breathe & beat.
we bask in the moonlight the stars dancing like fireflies our cheeks lightly glazed with the tender kiss of light rain vanilla and lavender flow through our senses making me wonder how I lived so lifeless you turn to me the grass singing melodically 'what is that beautiful scent?' I take your hand, our fingers bent and place them to my fragile chest you feel the warmth of my blood delicately flooding your touch I say 'it's my heart' your eyes widen, lips apart I shift my weight, to lean over and say this barely above a whisper 'my heart decided that a feeling so full' 'should also smell so divinely good'
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
vanilla & lavender.
may I find a soul as sweet as honey whom I can call the embodiment of poetry where their kiss taste like midnight drives in the warmest of nights where their touch feels like eternal hugs like fire and wood in love someone who understands how simply complex I am as some days, I am night and some nights, I am day may I find a love gentle and rough where I'll never have to question if I am enough
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Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC
a love.
the tree harbours her little leaves grinning as they mingle and dance about in the warm breeze one little leaf shook more than usual catching the tree's attention the tree turns her branch as the green leaf adjusts positions the tree asks 'what is it, my child?' 'what is making you shiver?' the little leaf shrugs, but replies 'I'm tired of swaying in one spot, sacred mother' the tree is taken aback; syrup gone cold 'what's wrong with swaying here?' the leaf sighs, ready to fold 'I'll never see the world, and that is what I fear' the tree slouched, nodding her head 'I birthed you to love, not to fear' the leaf felt a tug, her stem coming loose 'explore the world. happy flight, my dear' the leaf smiled at the news feeling the wind in her petal she waved goodbye to her mother tree as she took flight in the heat of the night
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Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC
the tree and her leaf.
I make my mind run infinite laps before stepping one foot inside the more tired it gets the easier it is to live thoughts don't get fed and my eyes dry out so no tear can come visit staying alive has become the goal because emotion has failed me passions have deserted me cold and naked against my trembling bones holding on for dear life ****** hands gripping thin veins legs dangling in the smog in my heaving lungs moments of anguish cage me binding my feathers around my neck until I breathe nothing but bricks may sleep; my temporary escape bring me solace in my chaos and morning be gentle on me as my dark feelings awaken at the same time I do
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Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 12:02 AM UTC
midnight confession.
every second feels like an hour and every hour feels like a minute every life I live is temporary but temporary feels infinite
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC
this feeling.
fatigue seems like a dream to me now I aspire to be just exhausted as this feeling feels like death over and over and over again it came as fast as how slow it's leaving moving one inch forward and miles backwards and I don't even know if I'll ever be free no one will understand I'm alone on this island an island surrounded by thoughts I might as well drown in
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Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC
this island.