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selena-nights
selena-nights
I like to write.
Here, there's no such thing as being bare. It's less than rare. It's nonexistent. It's only fair. Humans just don't possess that kind of care. They're not capable of handling such truth. Of cherishing such intimacy. In this world it's weak to be naked. It's frowned on, where it should be sacred. It's made fun of & wasted. Turned from & degraded. Maybe if it wasn't, more would be vindicated. But we're not. We're medicated. We'd rather be sedated & faded. Then be invaded. But why does it have to be an "invade"? Because you're so scared of being a cliche? How dare everyone have the same band aid. Or the same problem. You think that'd create a bond. Where havens could be spawned. Where emotions wouldn't be yawned. But maybe you could look beyond.. yourself. And see where you both correspond. It's called a "bond".. But, of course, that's a dream. An unrealistic theme. Not even your spouse will let you see a tear gleam. Will let you hear their scream. But would rather teeter on a mental balance beam. Because this is our theme. This is our way. Keep every feeling, Every thought at bay. A way to push away. Say "I'm okay". Rather than be transparent. Rather than it be apparent. That all this suppression, Is why we're so incoherent.. to each other. Why we don't understand one another. Leaving each other. To find another. Another who has the same issue? It's not an issue. It's called life. It's natural. But we're made to feel it's not. "Stop being crazy", it's what we're taught. "You need to see someone", a lie we bought. Therapist are making quite a fortune off our emotional blood clot.   All I'm saying is expression might help. Expression might be the key. Maybe there'd be less shootings. Maybe there'd be less divorcees. Because you'd be surprised how much can be mended with a listening ear & a small amount of empathy.
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Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
Life Lessons of the Media.
Here, there's no such thing as being bare. It's less than rare. It's nonexistent. It's only fair. Humans just don't possess that kind of care. They're not capable of handling such truth. Of cherishing such intimacy. In this world it's weak to be naked. It's frowned on, where it should be sacred. It's made fun of & wasted. Turned from & degraded. Maybe if it wasn't, more would be vindicated. But we're not. We're medicated. We'd rather be sedated & faded. Then be invaded. But why does it have to be an "invade"? Because you're so scared of being a cliche? How dare everyone have the same band aid. Or the same problem. You think that'd create a bond. Where havens could be spawned. Where emotions wouldn't be yawned. But maybe you could look beyond.. yourself. And see where you both correspond. It's called a "bond".. But, of course, that's a dream. An unrealistic theme. Not even your spouse will let you see a tear gleam. Will let you hear their scream. But would rather teeter on a mental balance beam. Because this is our theme. This is our way. Keep every feeling, Every thought at bay. A way to push away. Say "I'm okay". Rather than be transparent. Rather than it be apparent. That all this suppression, Is why we're so incoherent.. to each other. Why we don't understand one another. Leaving each other. To find another. Another who has the same issue? It's not an issue. It's called life. It's natural. But we're made to feel it's not. "Stop being crazy", it's what we're taught. "You need to see someone", a lie we bought. Therapist are making quite a fortune off our emotional blood clot.   All I'm saying is expression might help. Expression might be the key. Maybe there'd be less shootings. Maybe there'd be less divorcees. Because you'd be surprised how much can be mended with a listening ear & a small amount of empathy.
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Like a puzzle Frustrating, beautiful, And in the end fulfilling Finding the right words The right thing to say That helps you express The way you want to be Like a bestfriend A confidant Pouring your soul out Because you can Your fears Your desires Your problems Your choices Like a snowflake Always new Always different Always unique Not one is alike Like a child’s dream; An ice cream shop So many choices Too many choices You want them all You hate them all You can’t have them all Like a piece of art Whether paint or clay Different formats Different colors Different shapes And different sizes Like an orchestra All different sounds Coming together To make one big, Beautiful, enthralling And emotional sound Because poetry is poetry Everything works Everything fits Nothing is wrong Nothing is right Just freedom In words
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Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
What Poetry Is
I am in a church of rest I am floating between dimensions As if sedatives were whisking through my flesh Wars are on Jupiter   Cancer only for Saturn Live with me Well make our home here In this reality with no matter
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 1:09 PM UTC
A wish
Separated by that which is necessary. Necessary for this world. Necessary for this life. Necessary for a kid & a wife. A burden? Or a reason? To live this life... Maybe it's one in the same. Maybe one day we could frame, All this fight & this strain, To look back & see what we gained.. & say we won the game.. Or lost. The game. We didn't know there was a game We didn't know we'd have to play We didn't know we'd have to stay We didn't know we'd have to fight our way Fight one another Fight so hard to be together Fight so hard to love the other Words so harsh "You **** you ***** "You're mean, that's it" "Don't leave. Let's fix" Fix what? Fix you? Fix me? When did we break? For goodness sake! I can't take I'm starting to shake Tears that could fill a lake Breathe in Breathe out Calm down Calm down Try to understand. Take a hold of his hand. A torn apart man There's so much here Years & years Love can conquer fear "You know I'm here" "I'd fight forever for you, my dear" We will find our way through this maze. This pact is not a phase My vows, I will take to my grave. I will be with you till my dying day.
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
Homecoming
A bond only of other's dreams.. A connection to be envied.. In your presence alone, I could thrive.. Flourish. Flourish in bounties.. Bounties of smiles.. Bounties of joys.. Bounties of laughs.. Content. My soul is content. At peace in your company.. At peace in catastrophe.. At peace in nothing.. A nothing with you.. I am nothing, if just me.. How could I ever be.. If not with you.. You see.. You are me.. I feel you in me.. We are one another. Disembodied in separation.. That's why all the pain.. That's why so much strain.. On this bond. But what better bond?, God says.. Than a bond invincible by human force.. Invincible by earthly force.. Invincible by all this force.. But what better bond? A bond not of stone.. A bond not of brick.. A bond not of metal.. A bond blessed by our God.. The God. Thank you God. An invincible God. We are two of one piece made in the Heavens to be join again on the dirts of this earth. So my love.. Don't fret.. Don't frown.. Smile. Be delighted. For we are richer than Wall Street. For nothing green could price our gem.
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 11:49 PM UTC
A Bond Not Bought