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Today I woke in the d e p t h s of the ocean. I opened my eyes. It was like they were closed. Thick, seeping, cold, black d a r k n e s s , forcibly embracing me from behind I opened my mouth to scream. It was like my vocal chords had been c u t . Bubbles of air popped desperately out of my mouth empty, useless, oxygen I moved my arms. They were heavy as pale sacks filled with thousands of metal beads, sludging around in the a b y s s I listened. The silence was so loud it screamed my thoughts into a head-shaped megaphone. I felt my heart pound out every painful b e a t I was shrinking with the pressure, pressing down on me like a wine-press on all sides, turning my skin into t e a r s Emotions picked at my bones like little silver scavenger fish, blind to truth and light I fell to my knees. Everything was slow, slowing and slowing the more I wanted it to go faster and faster Sediment of history, ashes, feces, d e a t h , crumpled at my knees I cried. Too bad the tears are invisible, blending into the salty atmosphere with no recognition to be found A shadowy b l a c k form rested on the floor in front of me. I stared at it, a sense of dreadful familiarity The c a r c a s s of something once beautiful and living, rotting decomposing fading fed on by the bottomest of the bottomest creatures of the ocean E m p t y . Carcass. It's the shadow of the future of my soul, dying at the b o t t o m of the ocean, what I can become down here while refusing to ackowledge truth and love I breathed. And oxygen rushed in my nose, fell down my throat embraced my lungs soaked into my muscles rubbed my heart Was I f r e e ? Suddenly I realized what I should've been hating all along, the cold the darkness the weight the chosen death of my soul But I had a choice...I s w a m Up and up, moving my arms in new, synchronized dance, reaching for the brightest light for my own water sunrise And as the warmth stroked my face, the light burned my eyes, my fingertips b r o k e the surface I took my first life breath. And I saw your face.
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 9:57 PM UTC
The Morning I Woke on the Bottom of the Ocean.
Today I woke in the d e p t h s of the ocean. I opened my eyes. It was like they were closed. Thick, seeping, cold, black d a r k n e s s , forcibly embracing me from behind I opened my mouth to scream. It was like my vocal chords had been c u t . Bubbles of air popped desperately out of my mouth empty, useless, oxygen I moved my arms. They were heavy as pale sacks filled with thousands of metal beads, sludging around in the a b y s s I listened. The silence was so loud it screamed my thoughts into a head-shaped megaphone. I felt my heart pound out every painful b e a t I was shrinking with the pressure, pressing down on me like a wine-press on all sides, turning my skin into t e a r s Emotions picked at my bones like little silver scavenger fish, blind to truth and light I fell to my knees. Everything was slow, slowing and slowing the more I wanted it to go faster and faster Sediment of history, ashes, feces, d e a t h , crumpled at my knees I cried. Too bad the tears are invisible, blending into the salty atmosphere with no recognition to be found A shadowy b l a c k form rested on the floor in front of me. I stared at it, a sense of dreadful familiarity The c a r c a s s of something once beautiful and living, rotting decomposing fading fed on by the bottomest of the bottomest creatures of the ocean E m p t y . Carcass. It's the shadow of the future of my soul, dying at the b o t t o m of the ocean, what I can become down here while refusing to ackowledge truth and love I breathed. And oxygen rushed in my nose, fell down my throat embraced my lungs soaked into my muscles rubbed my heart Was I f r e e ? Suddenly I realized what I should've been hating all along, the cold the darkness the weight the chosen death of my soul But I had a choice...I s w a m Up and up, moving my arms in new, synchronized dance, reaching for the brightest light for my own water sunrise And as the warmth stroked my face, the light burned my eyes, my fingertips b r o k e the surface I took my first life breath. And I saw your face.
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I'm falling in love with a panther. He caught my eye in the dark...    or was he the dark? Silky black powerful faraway huge His shoulders rolled with a twist of his stride Bringing him closer to electrify my side    and give me a glimpse    of his battle scars Fingers of fur to tickle a laugh Dark melancholy to beckon a past I placed my hands on his whiskery face, let them slide behind his agonized gates Are those words that were spoke from me or him? In his ambling walk lives a passionate heartbeat,      in his hunted gaze the joyful sorrow of seeing and remaining unseen      behind great sharp leaves and semi-permanent shadows Warmblooded, crystal river, feeling panther Not so unknown Not so feared or shunned What's this crimson breath in my throat? To hear his cry a mile away What is this wrenching, muddy pain in my soul, in my core,       calling me like one I've known       and yet never before? Panther, please don't die I turn just in time to see the darkness rolling over his tear-drenched side Fall to my knees to catch his heavy head in my determined palms       watch as his blood trickles from him to me,       feel it absorb into the promise in my skin When the soft pastel of day caresses his black silhouette,       I place a wondering hand       on his warm, lifting chest Stroke my fingers along his chin to his ears Peaceful shutters covering his eyes in temporary rest from The Chase,       nothing to remind me of the danger       but a flick of his sleeping paw When I lay next to him with my back against his hard belly and my foot brushing back to still his,        my heart finds its elusive case,        my fingers his wiry, black fur There is a panther heart in mine. Muzzle near my neck and fire racing sanity What is this love-shaped thing misting my mind? Heavy, muscled body shifts and I brace myself for the end Instead I find myself face to face with my other half Gazing into a deep dark silky pool         I can't explain         can't seem to leave Beautiful unexpected deep impassioned new I think I've fallen in love Eyes of my panther sad, understanding, wise, searching for something I don't have I'd follow him into any jungle dark        latte and chocolate        coat and skin Face to face yet with burning eyes straight ahead I rest my hand on his thick dark neck as we walk side by side My panther and me Down a road neither can know, bound by something so sweetly unseen
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 2:10 AM UTC
Ethereal Panther
I'm falling in love with a panther. He caught my eye in the dark...    or was he the dark? Silky black powerful faraway huge His shoulders rolled with a twist of his stride Bringing him closer to electrify my side    and give me a glimpse    of his battle scars Fingers of fur to tickle a laugh Dark melancholy to beckon a past I placed my hands on his whiskery face, let them slide behind his agonized gates Are those words that were spoke from me or him? In his ambling walk lives a passionate heartbeat,      in his hunted gaze the joyful sorrow of seeing and remaining unseen      behind great sharp leaves and semi-permanent shadows Warmblooded, crystal river, feeling panther Not so unknown Not so feared or shunned What's this crimson breath in my throat? To hear his cry a mile away What is this wrenching, muddy pain in my soul, in my core,       calling me like one I've known       and yet never before? Panther, please don't die I turn just in time to see the darkness rolling over his tear-drenched side Fall to my knees to catch his heavy head in my determined palms       watch as his blood trickles from him to me,       feel it absorb into the promise in my skin When the soft pastel of day caresses his black silhouette,       I place a wondering hand       on his warm, lifting chest Stroke my fingers along his chin to his ears Peaceful shutters covering his eyes in temporary rest from The Chase,       nothing to remind me of the danger       but a flick of his sleeping paw When I lay next to him with my back against his hard belly and my foot brushing back to still his,        my heart finds its elusive case,        my fingers his wiry, black fur There is a panther heart in mine. Muzzle near my neck and fire racing sanity What is this love-shaped thing misting my mind? Heavy, muscled body shifts and I brace myself for the end Instead I find myself face to face with my other half Gazing into a deep dark silky pool         I can't explain         can't seem to leave Beautiful unexpected deep impassioned new I think I've fallen in love Eyes of my panther sad, understanding, wise, searching for something I don't have I'd follow him into any jungle dark        latte and chocolate        coat and skin Face to face yet with burning eyes straight ahead I rest my hand on his thick dark neck as we walk side by side My panther and me Down a road neither can know, bound by something so sweetly unseen
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The clock is ticking its cardiac arrest,     minds fall into the spastic timing. Well, my eyes are falling. Whisper lashes on my cheeks     not my own. A panther's sigh on a leopard's side Little girl step into your woman shoes. I keep my smile above the painted ruse     their lungs filling with icy air,     turning my words to vapor. Rainbow arching over my head,     lead me to your futuristic *** of gold. Is that feathers tickling the skin of my arms       or is that your hair? Make the ceiling your ocean. Salty smells      just sail away Just when I think I've conquered the shadowy mockingbird in my mind,    my heart jumpstarts at false thunder rolls. Tongue, decide between blood and caramel. Run, you little fears as fast as you can   so I can bend over to pick some flowers. Watch my dreams travel into your eyes,     I've fallen into their velvet hole. Spaces are filled,     branches bending, As my feet pound the dirt back where it belongs.
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 2:55 AM UTC
Salty, Sweet, and Sprung
What if I told you I love you? What if the person inside me    saw the person inside you    and told you you were becoming    what you were meant to be? Don't look into that shattered mirror again It's only showing the outside man. Come Hold me from behind Put your arms around me Your hand in my trembling hand,   dark eyes cover blue eyes Come try a glass of my perspective. If you could see deep into your cobwebbed soul Dare to step on broken pavement, I would tell you fear is nothing but a barrier,   and you already know how to steeple. Look At your body on the table. Open your ears to His fountain Let me move into your scars and shine into your stars Let it melt all the way,   haven't I told you I love the taste of chocolate? Now we're going to go underground   test out your roots   knock on your core   count the rings of your forgiven sorrow You know that your strength is unknown,    your enemy your own Handsome hand Trace the music and let Him free your impoverished soul. Can I hold the dusty forbidden key? Let your weight fall upon me    there's more than me holding you up Follow my gaze Don't turn away For what if I told you   I only flutter for you What if I told you you already know how to dance   our bodies in rhyme   our minds in time  Colors bleed from me to you, Storms may pursue. But what if I told you   I've grown up right next to you? that I love your color blue Yes I heard you when you told me   I drive you crazy and asked "can I keep you?" Check your back pocket. this is the receipt. For I told you I'm holding hands with a man   and he's inside of you I named him Beautiful.
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May 12, 2012
May 12, 2012 at 8:58 PM UTC
Chocolate Sunrise
What if I told you I love you? What if the person inside me    saw the person inside you    and told you you were becoming    what you were meant to be? Don't look into that shattered mirror again It's only showing the outside man. Come Hold me from behind Put your arms around me Your hand in my trembling hand,   dark eyes cover blue eyes Come try a glass of my perspective. If you could see deep into your cobwebbed soul Dare to step on broken pavement, I would tell you fear is nothing but a barrier,   and you already know how to steeple. Look At your body on the table. Open your ears to His fountain Let me move into your scars and shine into your stars Let it melt all the way,   haven't I told you I love the taste of chocolate? Now we're going to go underground   test out your roots   knock on your core   count the rings of your forgiven sorrow You know that your strength is unknown,    your enemy your own Handsome hand Trace the music and let Him free your impoverished soul. Can I hold the dusty forbidden key? Let your weight fall upon me    there's more than me holding you up Follow my gaze Don't turn away For what if I told you   I only flutter for you What if I told you you already know how to dance   our bodies in rhyme   our minds in time  Colors bleed from me to you, Storms may pursue. But what if I told you   I've grown up right next to you? that I love your color blue Yes I heard you when you told me   I drive you crazy and asked "can I keep you?" Check your back pocket. this is the receipt. For I told you I'm holding hands with a man   and he's inside of you I named him Beautiful.
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Shards of glass are twisting in my heart Shrapnel I didn't know could already be there. Funny how I know, how I knew, My worst fears would tumble out of your mouth Into my ear, down through a phone chord to my heart. A chord with your name on it That's played only victrola music for you Ever since my lonely eyes met you. You checked yourself in Now you're bailing yourself out, You say to keep the hurt and my heart apart... Well, it's too late, you already played that part. The shape of your hands, the roll of your pen, My soul was just beginning to memorize. My mind sings don'tleavemedon'tleavemedon'tleaveme But my eyes are looking straight ahead. Because I, I see you And this poem is far from being finished yet.
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May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 4:24 AM UTC
Drying Roses
Losing my words, Losing my heart, lost in the stroke of your fingertips and the heat of your dark. Hearts clumsily brushing, awkwardly flashing, pretending that you haven't Taken my words, Taken my heart, clouded my thoughts. Dance fingertips, dance, away and far, swirling muddy water in your car. Lightning strikes my heart through our connected palms, side by side friends will be, beginning to lean over the barriers of More, Stroke me confused.
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Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 1:08 AM UTC
Butterfly Confusion
There's rain outside my window and warm precipitation in my gaze. What if gravity flew backwards, pushing into my face down a kite to my heart. Rain, rain, go away, I'll face you another day. So what If I see dark eyes So what If my pulse leaps through his hoops So what If fire only grows warm  next to you. Just press a ear to my silence and maybe then you'll hear The monster Fear and the mother Silence. For I shall live, I shall smile, and that my skin melts at his fingertips, is a secret I shall never tell.
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Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 12:58 AM UTC
Saying So What