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lewis-1
lewis-1
34/M/American The visionary lies to himself, the liar to everyone else.
I found a new color In the space around your face seemed like it wasn't real And held my gaze, a spell How could I tell Had it always been there Or was I unaware That the windows I saw were just portraits on a wall To keep my mind astray For another day Well that day came And took me along Out the door, the windows gone Blue green black Softest of reds Brightest of white Darkness of coal Well I was lost In a strangers world Only just recognized I'd been a fool How could I have painted A whole new world Whithout the shade or hue That comes from you Blue green black Softest of reds Brightest of white Darkness of coal
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Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 9:49 AM UTC
A new color
To the great unknown I find myself standing in front of I want to offer a welcome and a challenge I take too lightly the gift of a free will and remain in this small town wishing I was gone more times than I can count always becoming distracted with some past lover or something that's nothing I've stayed full on little for too long it became apparent I must leave and finding myself in a place to do so I will I am I have
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Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 6:25 AM UTC
Untitled
So now you've had shelter You've given the answers By way of the answers Our ancestors used to say Here we are Still unsure In the ways that we want to say That life isn't perfect But is it worth it What I know is all I can say A clock keeps time, But is it for me or is it you I guess that one day I won't have to worry And neither will you
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Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 6:24 AM UTC
Testing
I understand that it's a destructive process, I understand that you don't want to be wrong. At every avenue I offered you a counter. What exactly is it youd want me to do? I'll remember every single sylable of sentences said while sleeping soundly only if its be able to remind you We're on this earth with a counter every second sand is seeping southward
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
Note to former lovers
With so much mass connectivity and trading of information I can't help but feel like everyone is slipping farther away from REAL people from REAL experiences
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
Have we advanced?
Instead of being born you were given an approximation, a number, and a grand lock in a world made of half truths and the whole a great salt ocean that you will not tread When you finally reach the surface choking and gasping on salt water you may realize your fatal error and the god of wind won't fill your sails he won't even grace your cheek with a loving breeze of a hand In death you may find no peace only the absence of a body drifting in a bitter daylight halved and hollow hearted all forms of life seek the simplest existence nothing
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Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
Simplest existence
The last of your words float ceaselessly through my processes hold me up, measure me against them throw me down and forget they find the one spot I forgot to armor plate and tear away every other shred submerge me in the darkest of waters but saves me at the last second if nothing else for ironies sake its hard to think about meeting a stranger I already know or holding a familiar body I'd never really felt but that's your definition you are what you never were
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Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
The last of your words
Not even in the darkness can there be shadow Not even in the light can you hide from the things that seek you keep you through the day holding to your skin well into the night
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
Not even in the darkness
Its always at an impasse the important questions start asking themselves you can float along a hundred thousand different directions and never face a hard decision some people are born dodging every bit of bad luck but better than that they are a light anyone can be seen reflecting off of them giving whats given
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 11:43 AM UTC
Lucky ones
Like a kiss from the earth, autumn breezes came sweeping across your face a wisp of a memory taunts you briefly. it's in the way she held my hand its how she looked and smiled but she never said. what was there to say? I'd had an hours worth of your company and it brought down every single wall I had been reinforcing these past months, you didn't know better. and I didn't know how to say it.
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Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC
I'm in a place