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lizziecadence
lizziecadence
18/F loves rain and warm lights.
I remain puzzled by my own puzzles, of pieces the universe strung together through its orbits, of the shades of blue and pink and steel grey it painted on my wrists and my cheeks and my tiny feet for there is no reason why I should crave silence, yet my ears thirst for it, and the noise of life too I long to let loose, yet I keep my chest sewn shut I have so much to say, but speaking drains me because the warm and the cold runs and spins and stirs and standing here, I remain confused as I wonder what to be and wander through the land and sea searching for who to be.
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May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 10:28 PM UTC
confused
And time Has left us a pantomime Of the best of us Because what was of us has been swept away As the seconds tick by and minutes pass And time may come back in full circle, but the you I know would never come back to me.
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 5:12 AM UTC
time's pantomime
rindu adalah candu membawa nyeri kala terlalu lama dipendam hanya diladeni oleh orang penyakitan rindu adalah candu wewangian dari yang dirindu yang menyesakkan tapi ditunggu rindu adalah candu canduku untuk kamu.
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 12:16 AM UTC
candu rindu
is to feel the sea around your feet and listen to the waves crash they bubble and splash and ask: “how many merfolk were unfortunate to have their hearts broken for there are so much foam in the sea?” is to sit at a quiet cafe staring at people passing by stirring my tea until it’s sweet like the life i’ll never have is to witness the dawn when the sun rises and the moon fades the remnants of night face the new morning the only time they could meet but still not touch; only see is to count the stars and look up to the brightest above and wonder: does absence make the heart grow fonder, or the distance grow further? is to write all this down with a name in my head and a face in my heart in search of a happy ending; this is not.
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
to think of you
your body is a legend. it turns all the scratches the wounds and scars the bruises and cuts the fractures and slaps into markings that map the road for your destined legacy.
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 11:55 PM UTC
legendary