i used to hate fullstops
i hated the way they ended
stories which i never wanted
to see ending
i hated the way they sit
on the side of a page
thinking that they had the authority
to stop. and restart
i hated the way they didn't signify
a beginning, only an end
and the possibility of things continuing
were never certain
but what was certain,
was it's end
poetry‘s not meant to be certain
it's not meant to close up a story with a single line
or a single rhyme
must less a single dot
but then your life starts spinning
and suddenly you're looking at this tiny dot
and just wishing it could appear in your life
so that your story can finally end.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC
i used to think poetry was alliteration,
assonance, rhyme and rhythm
literary devices like onomatopoeia
but then i found the number of people
who wrote poetry about love
hurt, pain, brokenness
numbness
then i realised
poetry was simply being touched by you
being cut up and forced
to live with bleeding wrists and
a bleeding heart
the blood left on the sheets
that's what poems are made of
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
ever felt so many emotions
you went numb
ever heard silence so loud
it was deafening
ever saw light so bright
all you saw was darkness
because your life is a paradox
you gave it too much meaning now
it means nothing at all
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 8:44 AM UTC
you know how it feels to be ditched and thrown away,
yet you ask me why i'm wary of people.
you know how much it hurts to be broken down,
yet you ask me why i’m wary of people.
you know how it feels to be betrayed by those closest to you,
yet you ask me why i’m wary of people.
you already know why i'm wary of people,
yet you still ask me why.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 8:36 AM UTC
your palm on my neck my back against the wall
hush you said
so seal my lips i did but seal
my lips is all i ever did and
when things go wrong still
you made me seal my lips
they
stay shut now
so even if you ask me how
my day went or how things
at home are or whether i still
or would ever love you -
my lips
they stay shut
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
i don't want to feel this way but this is the only way i feel
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
Would I
still be
a poet
if none
of my
works
are read?
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
Emotions are like a vast ocean;
there are small, large currents
You're the largest current,
the largest tidal wave i experience,
in the deep depths of my tummy
Your scent, i can smell it
Those waves knock me over,
leaving me gasping for air
Your bright eyes, they're beautiful
The currents pull me from below,
i can't breathe
Walking past you,
you swept me off my feet
I'm now drowning,
in the large endless sea
"Maybe it wasn't meant to be,"
You walked away from me,
it meant truly nothing to you
The waves engulfed me
I'm sinking,
my limp body within your very currents
They said emotions are like a vast ocean,
you were the whole **** sea.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC