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miche-griffin
miche-griffin
American Hey, my name's Miche and I go to school in Boston, MA. I am a history major, minoring in psychology and medieval studies. I'm currently taking a creative writing class where I write a lot of poetry.
Your voice Makes my heart palpitate. Too bad Your neglect Makes it abate Within seconds.
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Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
Roller Coaster Ride
Heart empty. Drained out. Heavy feeling. “Weep for me” She says to The murky sky. Rain drops Trickled from The overseeing eye. “Perfect” She whispers Head tilted towards the ceiling. Couldn’t tell if She cried or It was just the rain.
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Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
Weep to Know You're Alive
Feast your eyes upon The rag doll that you Cleverly sew apart In order to put her Back together. Nothing. That’s what she Is. You emptied her out Like a hole puncher Persistently chewing His way through, Spreading his disease Throughout the Paper—a paper which Blissful words could roam. You wrung her out Dry. The elixir she once Ran on has evaporated.
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
The Ragdoll
You’re right. I don’t Know who I am. But, I do know who I Am not—I am not The girl You once knew. She was deleted Once you left.
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 1:37 AM UTC
Who Am I?
I remember I used to cherish Dreaming of you. Sweet, scarce Pictures that intoxicated my brain At night. Now I drench myself in caffeine Because your presence is A nightmare.
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 1:34 AM UTC
Restlessness
I felt alone but I wasn’t. I was silently lying next to you but I felt empty; like a coffee cup emptied of its elixir. I thought this moment was the perfect time to venture out into the dustiest corners of my mind.
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Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
Liberation
Everyone has his or her sport. I run. I run like there’s No tomorrow. You can call me A cross-country runner. Literally. I’m quite gifted At running—from East coast To West—away from my Problems.
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Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 6:11 PM UTC
Cross-Country Runner
My heart’s instinct was To call you because my World was in shards, laying At my feet. I’m glad—for once—I Listened to my brain.
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Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 1:56 PM UTC
Taking Solace in Rationality