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lifetimesaway
lifetimesaway
American Dance, Poetry, Expression.
I was never really shy, I was just quiet brought up and caught up in secrets, I had to disappear into hair dye, another guy, I hid and covered rid then discovered that I was just a kid, I was a product of how I was brought up once free from the misery, I found myself in his memories, he was never really shy
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May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
Shy
My guardian angel takes the wheel when a sad song shuffles from my iPod to my car stereo speakers then fills the space inside until I am paralyzed with beats and lyrics from a former lover who said His songs were about me My guardian angel presses my foot to the break before the melody drives me into anything solid a desperate attempt to crash my mind filled with these memories of him that demean my existence because His songs were never about me My guardian angel kills the battery of my iPod and shuffles me a song of nature outside my window as if to remind me I am no longer confined to a definitive space, an isolating factor- to a car, to a man, Or to his songs
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May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 5:14 PM UTC
His Song
I’ve been spending too much time alone My thoughts like vapor mystify and gently float into my eyes watering my memories remind me of what used to be Of course I dwell upon the past because I know I can defeat it I look over my shoulder now with no hands around my neck the grip that used to have hold gradually became my home now Im crippled by my yearning another grip to keep me down when I only worried to survive I did not need to feel loved
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
Grip
I’ve learned to be dishonest so you will never know how sad that I can get because others before have listened to my story and never again were they the same
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Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 5:42 AM UTC
Untitled
I watched your happiness shining A great light, resting in the palm of your hands it was beautiful as it pulled a song straight from your soul your heartstrings unraveled conducted a classical piano quartet that danced into your ears I could not hear this music but I could see how it made you laugh your smile seemed eternal I was so happy in this moment watching such joy elude from within you I could feel the lights warmth from a distance but in my hands Its warmth froze over Its light dimmed lifeless Its music silenced abruptly I blamed myself and I haven’t seen you smile since
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC
Heartstrings Unraveled
I don’t understand how he can carve a moment into a milestone and leave it in my heart I don’t understand how he can stir the months into memories as if we never were apart I don’t understand how he can tame the madness into magic that makes my love restart But I do understand how he made a conversation shared over pizza feel like a work of art
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Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 6:36 AM UTC
Pizza
What I envy most is that you’ll never wake with this kind of suffocating sadness that feels like it eats away at something behind your ribcage. Not quite your heart because in this type of sadness it retreats to its place of repair. Maybe your lungs, for breathing feels **** near impossible. You’ll never wake with your chest so heavy. You’ll never wake with a fist punched into your stomach twisting you nauseous. You’ll never wake with paralyzed limbs that prevent you from moving. You’ll never wake wishing you never woke. But because of this, you’ll never wake next to the love of your life. You’ll never wake up to know love. And I don’t envy you at all.
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Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
You'll Never
Through days spent hollow With quiet words to swallow This is what I’ve come to learn As the candles flicker Relaxes quicker Slave chained to its burn The saddest story Dumbstruck with glory Yelled at me to yearn An envious green Your power unseen Makes my hatred turn All seemingly right Through misleading spite I lay my day down with the sunset Dreams pulling my hand Leading with demand To focus on greater regret Here I give you my weight As acceptable fate With sighs misting a bet You haggled and flawed Still stealthily crawled Creeping in until memory set
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Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
Flicker
Dearest Heartbreaker, Wounded lies Missed moments Lost ties Faded memories You pretend Heighten walls Dead end Dearest Heartbroken, Loud cries Silent regret Love dies Self centered Time blends Hopeless romantic Start again
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Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 3:52 AM UTC
Dearest Heartbreaker,
Forever unhappy. These words echo throughout my mind searching for a landing spot as if my mind was made up of cliffs, instead of a straight cave.                          Damage done throughout the years       has broken off                            pieces                                  of matter                                              from the sides, seemingly making me unstable when in reality each groove offers security to those brave enough to enter my darkness and venture forth.                   Forever unhappy has become the theme of my penitentiary. He wrote it as I felt it,                     but when the earth shook with our last kiss it still didn’t budge.   Emancipation- if there is such a thing- has failed to find me                                                              despite the fact that I left. I took a liberty walk into a straightjacket because the truth is:                           I cannot escape him. Since his absence, I have lost feeling. If I’m not preoccupied, I’m numb. I press through the day normally                  except for the occasional external                                   faltering to submission                                                     in doses of anxiety attacks where my hyperventilation becomes a rhythm of its own until I find myself distracted once again. I’m forcing myself to be more involved with life, but it’s false hope.                                   I know he resides in me, waiting rather impatiently for my return. Lurking like a demon, yet shadowed to preserve innocence so when the light renders him different, we can both blame my vision.
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Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 3:42 AM UTC
Forever Unhappy.
Forever unhappy. These words echo throughout my mind searching for a landing spot as if my mind was made up of cliffs, instead of a straight cave.                          Damage done throughout the years       has broken off                            pieces                                  of matter                                              from the sides, seemingly making me unstable when in reality each groove offers security to those brave enough to enter my darkness and venture forth.                   Forever unhappy has become the theme of my penitentiary. He wrote it as I felt it,                     but when the earth shook with our last kiss it still didn’t budge.   Emancipation- if there is such a thing- has failed to find me                                                              despite the fact that I left. I took a liberty walk into a straightjacket because the truth is:                           I cannot escape him. Since his absence, I have lost feeling. If I’m not preoccupied, I’m numb. I press through the day normally                  except for the occasional external                                   faltering to submission                                                     in doses of anxiety attacks where my hyperventilation becomes a rhythm of its own until I find myself distracted once again. I’m forcing myself to be more involved with life, but it’s false hope.                                   I know he resides in me, waiting rather impatiently for my return. Lurking like a demon, yet shadowed to preserve innocence so when the light renders him different, we can both blame my vision.
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