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live-in-the-fury-and-the-flesh
live-in-the-fury-and-the-flesh
22/F I don't really know why I'm here, but I'll stick around to find out. / / tumblr: bruhh-you-aint-lion
I became everything You weren’t for me. You left the door open Sure that the next would close it On their way in, But it took years For me to grow tall enough To reach the handle my **** self. I opened it again Years later To walk out Something I can be proud of. I spent time in the dark Afraid of the storms within Wondering when you’d return. But the day I realized you wouldn’t Was the day I became A woman myself. A proud, **** woman.
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May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 1:14 PM UTC
****
She has brown eyes. Amber and tired. Flecked with gold And cautious ambition. They pass over you a moment, Before getting lost once again In her own shrouded world. You hold that gaze After it has since long past Wondering what she thought, What she saw, If anything. Are you to her a muse, A distraction of the mundane? Or simply backdrop, Immersed within the bustling Yet uninspiring scene? She has brown eyes, And she sees right through you. But can you see into hers? As you ponder about, You catch her eyes, Gleaming yet dilute Within the sunlight, Caught just right Within the honey rays. And that’s when you notice, That her eyes are also green.
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 9:41 AM UTC
She
I always swam In the Atlantic As a kid But never crossed it Until now And now that I am How I long To have only Touched the surface Instead of cross it Because you are not Waiting for me On the other side
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Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
Untitled
It's 3:45 Or 20:45 your time Or 21:45 The last place I was And it's crazy Each mile That comes between us Makes my heart Grow that much heavier And all I can think of Is crawling in To your awaiting arms And how you hold me So dearly So tightly Just the way I need to be held. Your gaze And how it feels Like it holds me Completely transfixed In your eyes. Home is currently 1725 mi away And I am terribly Homesick For you.
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Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 9:00 AM UTC
Untitled
I came home to the apartment today, and was frustrated at everything being so still. I wasn't used to everything being exactly where I had left it, No change having occurred in my absence. And that was so frustrating, as it reiterated the fact that you were no longer here, but somewhere else, far away, at least, far away enough to where your life circle did not intermingle in mine, thus creating my life to be still and silent. We hadn't been still since the moment we first walked through that door with only the cat and a box of clothes, and how warm and exciting that was for the both of us. We didn't stop moving, not until now, with everything so quiet, so still, you'd think our apartment was a museum. I'm actually not okay, and I don't know how to tell you that without you worrying, because I don't want to cause you stress, but I'm sinking. And I don't know if you can rescue me from my own waters. So I sit here drowning in my own silence while you pass around the plates with your family and I'm in this ******* empty room and I hate the color of these walls that suffocate me until I'm gone. I'm not okay, and I don't know how to tell you. So I try to preoccupy my mind with memory of the cat and the box of clothes..
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Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
The Cat and the Box of Clothes
We sat there in the lukewarm green water all sense of time stopping in its tracks. In the murky emerald depths, you couldn't see where I stopped and you began. Our limbs mimicked knotted tree logs in a still lagoon. And all was silent. There were no rushing waters no waves wooshing past not a single drop stirred. All was still. And in that moment with you and I entangled in one another in an earthy warm bath, I found my serenity, my zen, in you.
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
Zen
And in a quiet, half-lit room, alit by both the sun and moon, I let your image in my mind, take over almost all my time. And there, my mind, preoccupied, will not stray with matters outside, I'll think sweetly of your soft lips, and how I wish to taste each kiss. And when the moon succeeds the sun, and the time for dreams has begun, I'll lay in my cold, empty bed, Wishing you close, alone instead.
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
Infinite
I want to taste your constellations Freckling your galaxy I want to feel Your sunburst kiss. Guide my hands Around your orbit Where I can drift For eternity. I am your satellite. Your daybreak smile Constantly in my head Running revolutions During my day. I could get lost In your cosmic gaze.
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Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 7:23 AM UTC
Quasar
We stood there As steady as willows The wind howling And tears streaming You confessing You kissed him My heart breaking His lips caressing Your rose petals Some hard as a rock **** His body better suited At shielding yours From the tormenting stares Of disbelieving onlookers And all was silent Except for the cracking Splintering of my heart Like a hundred year old oak Fighting its last storm. And so I ask you Is his hands better suited At caressing Tressing your hair? Is his body better suited To form to yours at night, When the storm bellows And you can't hide? Is his lips better suited To kiss yours goodbye As sweet as sunshine Promising better when The morning comes And those same lips That kissed your betrayal The night before Return with a love anew? Tell me, is his name As sweet-sounding As mine was When he says he loves you And you return it, Making the statement his Repeating his name Again and again and again Until it becomes tattooed on your tongue? Tell me this, And I'll disappear Just like the storms you hid from Each night I held you closer And I'll disappear When the sun arrives When he arrives And there will be storms no more.
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC
Tempest
She fell in love so easily, She fell in love so fast. And I, well I took my time In fear I would relapse. But her love was unlike any other, Her love was like the sun. So warm and comforting I found myself Wishing she were the one. But my mind is screaming "Hey! Hold on!" My mind is saying "Be cool." It's hard enough to fall for someone Without ending up the fool. And so I love her from a distance I love her with a cautious hand, She's the fire I want to touch, But will not get burned again.
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
Arawan