second-wind
I am still very young and would appreciate any pointers on how I can improve my work. It is an honor to read your beautiful poems. / Until I (hopefully) become the writer I strive to be, I will try to find everything beautiful, until I become it. Or until everything beautiful finds me.
Close your eyes and feel the air,
it is filled with whispers.
The silent whispers of lovers,
speaking of life made simpler.
Close your eyes and breath it in,
the sweet tinge in the air,
of laughter and glee,
spilling over from a stranger somewhere.
Open your eyes and look at me,
see the ocean of love in my eyes,
staring back at you,
eyes that have been searching all their life.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
It seems like he is my very heartbeat
The wind beneath my feet,
The air in my lungs,
The reason why every other relationship went wrong.
He is the reason why I fought on,
Why I spat out the pills and stayed strong.
He replaced every tear with laughter
Explained why I could not force my head to stay under the water.
He is so beautiful.
I have been fighting all my life,
Fighting the thoughts that cut my mind like a knife,
Like the knife, I used to decorate my body,
Thin red lines covering where a selfish monster once touched me.
But with him, it is like the battle is won,
Like the demons and monsters are gone.
With him I’m not scared half to death
Of the thoughts loose inside my head.
He is so wonderful.
He takes my breath away,
But I would choose empty lungs every day,
Because he fills them up with sighs of relief,
That spills over to my wide smile, stretching from cheek to cheek
He is the king of the hill,
He made the demons go still.
He showed me who I could be
Moreover, he reminded me…
That I am so beautiful… and I am so wonderful… I am worth the fight.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC
When I read what you write,
my heart yearns for your happiness.
For you to find your bride in white,
for your life to be less of a mess.
I pray for you to age with grace,
for your heart to flutter,
for you to fall asleep with a smile on your face,
content mumbles all your sleepy lips mutter.
While sitting outside,
I spend all of my shooting stars,
wishing you didn't have to hide
your broken heart and scars.
but if my prayers and wishes are denied,
I pray that you will lose your memory-
every tear you've ever cried
even if it means forgetting me.
All I want for you,
is to find the happiness you deserve.
I'll do whatever I have to do,
so you can finally find serenity on earth.
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
I feel like I am looking at my life
Like it is inside a snow globe,
People flying and fluttering around me,
Unaware that they are in my world.
The whole world is moving,
But I am standing still.
I am in the middle of it,
Watching it flow and spill.
I am the centre,
But I am alone.
Set apart as some say,
But I long to be a clone.
I long to touch
I long to move,
I want to belong,
I want to love.
But all I can do,
Is watch and see.
How everyone dances
Around my glass figurine.
Holding the globe in my small hands,
Filled with chaos and silence.
Holding my world, my land.
This empty substance.
I wonder if someone else
Is looking down at me.
thinking that the crowd
makes the figurine look awfully lonely.
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
I never thought I would feel so alone
lying right next you.
I never thought you would complain and moan,
If I tried to kiss you.
I never pictured I'd feel so much pain,
While you are lying RIGHT there.
I never believed I would go insane,
because you wont hold me after I had a nightmare.
Late at night,
When the stars come out,
I get a huge fright,
Because I suddenly begin to doubt.
It is like I don't know you anymore.
You turn your back on me.
It hurts, it is so **** sore,
Becoming more and more unsteady.
If you think the cold night is dark,
just wait till you see inside.
You lie and break my heart.
Making me want to cry and hide.
Then when morning comes,
I put on a fake smile,
I watch you drive after the sun.
I try to maintain my denial.
But every night, oh so late,
the only thing keeping me company
is the demons I create,
and I let them live with me,
because when I'm scared
I don't feel the pain.
As long as the demons are there,
I never have to be alone again.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC
Built to be alone,
A missing puzzle piece
With no home.
Created to stand apart,
Like a bullseye,
but there aren't any darts.
Born to a different lifestock.
A black sheep,
Without a flock.
Pieced together perfectly,
A stained glass window,
placed where no one can see.
There is no place
on this planet
for someone with a sealed fate.
Hopeless romantic,
Doomed to be alone,
withering to manic.
All the world blind
One left behind
All against one.
Alone
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 4:04 PM UTC
You tried planting seeds in my heart,
But somehow they landed in my lungs,
Although the blooming flowers are a beautiful work of art,
I feel like I no longer can breathe, nor run.
I threw some seeds in your heart,
I watched as green spread from the seed,
But instead of the flower I expected,
There were stinging weeds.
I took a step closer,
To touch what I grew.
I expected something soft and tender,
But instead I was stung by you.
After collapsing one night,
When the flowers started killing me from within
I decided it's time to fight
I poored a bottle of herbicide down my throat.
Instead of killing the flowers,
It just made me numb,
It dripped from my throat to my heart
And turned me into this monster I've become.
It's killing me...
And you couldn't be bothered,
I'll never be the same
and you're frolicking in a garden filled with new flowers.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC
Even the constellations seem to compromise,
when you lose your spark,
recreating pictures of art,
to reignite your heart.
You were a wanderer,
but you still left your mark
Your life is a message;
that anyone can conquer the dark
Everything kept changing around you
no familiar faces left around
I can hear your voice through the crowd,
A lost voice crying to be found.
Then you looked at me,
like I was the light at the end of the tunnel
You ran towards me, I leaped into your arms
and you gave me a great big cuddle.
As I was held tightly in your arms,
the stars once more fell into place,
The fact that we have each other
is proof of God's amazing grace.
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 1:30 PM UTC
A drop of paint dived from a brush into the water.
The tear bursted and imploded,
creating clouds of color,
every cloud continuing to unfold.
Until the arbitrary colors gathered,
molding into the shape of hands.
Each finger transformed into a road,
on a map leading to far away lands
places to run away,
places to call home,
where there is no night or day
a place where anything can belong
but the drop didn't stop,
it kept running,
looking for a softer place to fall,
but the paint was quickly thinning
stretching beyond reach
tripping over molecules,
aiming for a glassy peak
before tumbling into inanimateness.
The drop didn't reach its goal.
The drop failed.
The drop should've stopped before it was too late.
Left with regret, because it was derailed.
It gave its all,
but it couldn't reach the peak...
But the artist was in awe,
So much so that the creator couldn't even speak.
The drop's "failure"
was her greatest masterpiece,
the last drop of paint she had,
has made her life's work complete.
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 4:18 PM UTC
There falls no shadow where there shines no sun
The stars don't smile when the morning comes.
The burning daylight makes the darkness retreat,
But shade only exists once the light faces defeat
This is all good and well,
But there is a greater story to tell,
About the light and the dark
And how a void has a heart.
A love story older than earth,
The lovers turmoil suffered from birth.
How the light and dark yurned to be one,
But the sun can't shine once the night has come.
No happily ever after for black and white
As they dance side by side all day and night
Never leaving one another, they yearn to touch
Reaching and stretching, but not even a brush.
They were polar opposites,
But thrived due to their differences.
They brought out the best in each other,
But they remained cursed lovers.
Cursed to be on the brim of love,
No attempts to unite are enough.
Remaining too little or too much,
Never completed, their dreams crushed.
So they explore all the earth together,
Stuck in this tormented dance forever.
Maybe one day they will find a way
To become a passionate grey.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC