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magnus-robinson
M If words are weapons then my pen is my best friend.
I'm hurt I'm hurt I'm hurt I'm hurt Because I just realized You were hurt By someone that didn't deserve you By someone that didn't respect you By someone that didn't see your beauty By someone that didn't appreciate you All your grandeur, he didn't see And that was your cue I'm hurt because When you were hurt The only way you saw healing Was by masking your hurt Not caring who you gave yourself to... What you gave of yourself To all that fitted the shoe So you stacked them up In the hideous name of "not catching feelings" You let them do as they wish Touch you as they saw fit I'm not saying there is one without blemish But how can this pass without anguish When one is truly supposed to love you To see a queen live like a peasant. And not cry to sleep in anguish, When they're in awe of the queen within. So many have grappled On this emerald That you became numb. Can you even feel that? My warm hand on your heart. You say it was about keeping Her happy How true is that? How happy was Kylie? How long did you keep her happy for? How long did your satisfaction last for? He dug a hole You tried to fill it with sinking sand Now whoever dares to tread Is actually walking on a thin thread Slowly slipping Into the hole you didn't make whole You sing "men are trash" As if they are the ones you didn't give Kylie to. I'm sorry if this is coming off too harsh Because I want to love Kylie too. But you gave her away Turned a blind eye Put conviction in your reason, Camouflaged the tears, Like putting sunglasses on blind eyes. You sing "men are trash" "Men ain't **** Yes, we make the lyrics But sometimes women play the instruments And this, some horrific genre That we play on social media... And parties That we enjoy With a little bit of intoxication We enjoy the band play With a few likes and DMs We enjoy the band play You sing "men are trash", You tell me I'm trash. When all I'm here for is to love you, To truly love you of a few. Not for a motel night's crash But for a home. Not for a bottle and some musical trash But for some Shiraz, soulful indie music and romantic dancing in the dark. Not to take advantage of Kylie But to love her too. You tried to heal But you didn't. And I see your beauty I appreciate you I respect you... I see how special you are How magnificent your mind and soul are. Your glimmering smile Your astronomical eyes All that grandeur, I see it. I relish it. I'm hurt Because you're still hurt. I feel like I'm sinking And you're watching me Like it's fine because this is the farthest anyone has come in this sinking sand I want to love you. I'm trying to love you. But the hurt you let define you. Is now veiling what I harbour for you I'm hurt Because I want you to stop hurting. And to help you I must help myself... So that I can lift this veil. For together we can take control of the helm; Enabling what is meant to be, Be.
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
'Up'lift the veil
I'm hurt I'm hurt I'm hurt I'm hurt Because I just realized You were hurt By someone that didn't deserve you By someone that didn't respect you By someone that didn't see your beauty By someone that didn't appreciate you All your grandeur, he didn't see And that was your cue I'm hurt because When you were hurt The only way you saw healing Was by masking your hurt Not caring who you gave yourself to... What you gave of yourself To all that fitted the shoe So you stacked them up In the hideous name of "not catching feelings" You let them do as they wish Touch you as they saw fit I'm not saying there is one without blemish But how can this pass without anguish When one is truly supposed to love you To see a queen live like a peasant. And not cry to sleep in anguish, When they're in awe of the queen within. So many have grappled On this emerald That you became numb. Can you even feel that? My warm hand on your heart. You say it was about keeping Her happy How true is that? How happy was Kylie? How long did you keep her happy for? How long did your satisfaction last for? He dug a hole You tried to fill it with sinking sand Now whoever dares to tread Is actually walking on a thin thread Slowly slipping Into the hole you didn't make whole You sing "men are trash" As if they are the ones you didn't give Kylie to. I'm sorry if this is coming off too harsh Because I want to love Kylie too. But you gave her away Turned a blind eye Put conviction in your reason, Camouflaged the tears, Like putting sunglasses on blind eyes. You sing "men are trash" "Men ain't **** Yes, we make the lyrics But sometimes women play the instruments And this, some horrific genre That we play on social media... And parties That we enjoy With a little bit of intoxication We enjoy the band play With a few likes and DMs We enjoy the band play You sing "men are trash", You tell me I'm trash. When all I'm here for is to love you, To truly love you of a few. Not for a motel night's crash But for a home. Not for a bottle and some musical trash But for some Shiraz, soulful indie music and romantic dancing in the dark. Not to take advantage of Kylie But to love her too. You tried to heal But you didn't. And I see your beauty I appreciate you I respect you... I see how special you are How magnificent your mind and soul are. Your glimmering smile Your astronomical eyes All that grandeur, I see it. I relish it. I'm hurt Because you're still hurt. I feel like I'm sinking And you're watching me Like it's fine because this is the farthest anyone has come in this sinking sand I want to love you. I'm trying to love you. But the hurt you let define you. Is now veiling what I harbour for you I'm hurt Because I want you to stop hurting. And to help you I must help myself... So that I can lift this veil. For together we can take control of the helm; Enabling what is meant to be, Be.
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Love. Evil. A conjugate pair. True partners in crime. Be careful, But don't stop moving forward.
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Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
Untitled
A spark of light in the darkness that is my life; a resonance of warmth that my soul can only attempt to illustrate using words. The cause to conclude that happiness exists beyond illusion revealed itself to me as swift joy personified across mans face. The naked eye now convicted it had clearly deciphered that the rise of the cheeks was seemingly encouraged by genuine emotion.   Those crescent moon-shaped lips that caused my reality to doubt perception: the Plague in my dreams which my consciousness envies. Witnessed once and never again – but my soul still melts at a memory which is as vague as the figment that is my childhood. A pseudo-consolidation of the truth of my imagination breeds a reminiscence of the parallel between life and love. The gift of happiness, though only for a while, oh dear stranger, thank you for your smile.
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Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 5:14 AM UTC
Crescent
The sun rose in her heart Whilst her thoughts and words Often reinforced with thorns Like barbed roses. The sun rose in her heart And radiated through her smile, Know There aren't many things More special to me Than your smile mom. But your laugh, Your laugh Mom, It fills the air And purifies it Like a serum for dark energy. Know There aren't many things More special to me Than your laugh mom. But your touch, Your touch Mom, It comprehends my body Sending signals to my mind and heart Assuring them all is well Massaging the stress away. Know There aren't many things More special to me Than your touch mom. But your wisdom, Your wisdom Mom, It trains and protects me From evil and unnecessary unwarrented damage Forges my spirit, moulds my perspection and quenches my ignorance; Conditioning me to be unorthodox and different Nurturing my growth. Know There aren't many things More special to me Than your wisdom mom. But your hug, Your hug Mom, It keeps me warm Even in your absence It envelopes me like a blanket . Know There aren't many things More special to me Than your hug mom. But your presence, Your presence in my life Mom, It is nonpareil. Know There aren't many things More special to me Than your presence in my life mom. Oh but your love, Your love for me Mom, It made all the difference In my life In the world It has made paths Where there wasn't land It opened a door that was bolted shut It is the light in my darkness. Know There aren't many things More special to me Than your inexhaustible love mom. The sun rises in your heart mom I can't not help but wonder how special I am To be a recipient of that And bask in your awesome love. I want you to know, I love you infinitely Mom.
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Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 7:00 PM UTC
Mom's beautiful heart
The sun rose in her heart Whilst her thoughts and words Often reinforced with thorns Like barbed roses. The sun rose in her heart And radiated through her smile, Know There aren't many things More special to me Than your smile mom. But your laugh, Your laugh Mom, It fills the air And purifies it Like a serum for dark energy. Know There aren't many things More special to me Than your laugh mom. But your touch, Your touch Mom, It comprehends my body Sending signals to my mind and heart Assuring them all is well Massaging the stress away. Know There aren't many things More special to me Than your touch mom. But your wisdom, Your wisdom Mom, It trains and protects me From evil and unnecessary unwarrented damage Forges my spirit, moulds my perspection and quenches my ignorance; Conditioning me to be unorthodox and different Nurturing my growth. Know There aren't many things More special to me Than your wisdom mom. But your hug, Your hug Mom, It keeps me warm Even in your absence It envelopes me like a blanket . Know There aren't many things More special to me Than your hug mom. But your presence, Your presence in my life Mom, It is nonpareil. Know There aren't many things More special to me Than your presence in my life mom. Oh but your love, Your love for me Mom, It made all the difference In my life In the world It has made paths Where there wasn't land It opened a door that was bolted shut It is the light in my darkness. Know There aren't many things More special to me Than your inexhaustible love mom. The sun rises in your heart mom I can't not help but wonder how special I am To be a recipient of that And bask in your awesome love. I want you to know, I love you infinitely Mom.
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By default Through sin To the devil I was in dept of This My quaint spirit There's an ever-growing universe of sin One who's boundary you'll never see No matter how deep you swim Unreleventing your Olympic swimming skill This vast sea of blackness And death In that blackness And death Jesus paid for my bill To that loan shark Strapping This, to the most buoyant life-jacket Swimming This, out of this sea Where This, was lost, dead and couldn't see. Only by Choice.
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
The bill
You've kept me alive all this time Taken well care of me Never faltering I've always boasted about you And the family. Until I came to varsity. Where there a see of stars Good and bad Great and **** Poised and lost. You were cool at first Perhaps because of all the joy rides you were on Distracted you of what's always been in front of you Maybe just immature Without knowing what you fancied But down the line Once you got out of that themed park You began giving me problems But the more I fed you The more you craved I see you'll never get enough You'll never be satisfied You shouldn't I appreciate you But I'm mad at you Out of everyone there is, Why did you have to choose her? When you are fully aware Of who she is. I too take some of the blame. But I'm rational and you're not. And now we're stuck in a net. I shall be honest This is a puzzle I can't picture This is a puzzle I'm afraid embarking. But whatever happens, Promise me you'll continue beating And never stop growing Even if love takes us hiking up Kilimanjaro. Never give in, Keep your head up. Keep me up With the love you harbour for her, With your love for me.
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
Head to heart
I committed suicide; Unwillingly Excruciatingly Consciously When I left you, N You took my heart with you Where it belonged I bled that day I bleed today Slowly running out of blood Like a wounded soldier Because you were the blood in my veins. I've been dripping blood, D Leaving trails of an utterly wounded man Needing a doctor At least to stop the pain. Just thinking about you hurts, I Everything reminds me of you... Of us It hurts to know, I hurt you The only one I've loved! Maybe will love I committed suicide, By letting my Queen go.
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC
Suicide
I died, When we died.
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC
Mrs. Delivery
Staring into darkness Set on sparing nothing Poised in calmness Frantically navigating for something Preferably powerful An idea of significance Something to stupefy doubtfulness Then it hits you Significance something you brew Just by your variable in the equation of the cosmos Each life is a story to be told To be leached by the unfortunate that don't possess an ink pumping heart A story to change a life A perspective The world You are a story You are significant So Let them leach; And allow me to sleep To be devoured by this darkness in peace.
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
Story life
Sometimes it's easier to keep them in More difficult to control. They run around freely With no restrictions or boundaries Daring sanity and consciousness. It's more calming to bound them to the laws of physics. To make them bow before science Just like the mechanics of mountains In a form they will stay true. If only I could discharge you, out into the world. But you are stubborn Clingy Like children clinging to their parents It's okay I say There is a safe haven I know you can stay Where you will be a statue Where stardom will find you And maybe Just maybe you would become a monument. A place where you can be treasured forever.
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
Freedom