Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
seshi
I used to revel in the scent of you The life you breathed into me And the air of September No coffee, because you prefer Tea, the stains held close to my heart I could have written a thousand poems To describe the way Your mouth moved against mine But all I have are our secrets Hidden in my bedsheets The hoodie of yours I loved Sits worn in my wardrobe There’s no you left in the threads And that doesn’t fill me with regret anymore
0
Nov 22, 2024
Nov 22, 2024 at 6:02 AM UTC
hoodie
maybe losing him to find you was worth it in the end.
0
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 3:24 PM UTC
healing
I think about you, loosely in the cracks between my mind. You hold that power over me, my favourite misdirection- My favourite muse. To desire to want you in a masterpiece is the secret painted on my wrists. I breathe you in a little louder, kiss you a little harder; til the earth wipes away. a Daydream in the night sky, I hold you there.
0
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 8:11 PM UTC
Lucidly daydreaming
there are so many beautiful pieces of me I can't let you touch because what if it's my problems that come spilling out instead?
0
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC
darling
The room smells of coffee and cigarettes That easily forgotten scent (Call it 'the usual' at the midnight bar) An insidious fantasy in the greasy eight foot by two kitchenette A chair hardly holds its own weight But every golden morning On smoky speckled granite There rests a newspaper and its partner The ink gel pen Buried beneath calloused palms Ready to tackle the morning sudoku My eyes don't quite greet yours As I barely grasp the cereal cupboard Hoping for the nine hundredth time You won't notice The failure in my short stature Yet you rise Like the plume of death That snarky grin on stubbled skin Imprinted by age and time And with osseous fingers Reach for that easy handle To pour me My early meal I've considered waking up earlier Avoid the apocalyptic ritual of mornings Perhaps early enough to travel back To the womb Faultless and timeless Before mother was 19 and you were 29 Learning to love Just each other before adding Another Would I find myself? A parasite One that should be deleted Before gifted the brutality Of that first Fated breath We moved into a different rhythm I haven't said "I love you" Since I was fourteen Not sincerely at least And my room is my sanctuary Lest I need to speak To a parent Turned stranger Envy encircles my heart For friends who speak to their founders Like I speak to dated sepia memories I'm speechless at how People know of their children's lives at all So used to enduring in silence I forgot Others speak Without the curtains of time Mutilating love Shatter the plastic bricks of this childhood Lego house And one might recognise The imperfections of emotional abuse Hallways thirty miles long Between rooms For it is normal to traverse oceans and cities and islands For a simple conversation- Is it not? Two separate households Under one precarious rooftop Burned out galaxies Trying nuclear fusion once more To engender hydrogen from nothing Like arguments Spawned from Thin air This old family of mine My mother My father and I We live dangerously close to the edge Like flying fish too close to the waterfall Rose-tinted glasses disguise The misery For adolescent naivety Smudged and raw eyes concealed For the rest of the world By jaded untruths This fleeting family of mine: Here is my soul (My house key) My salvation (My bedroom) And my sanctity (The roommates agreement) For the last time before I say goodbye
0
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 4:19 AM UTC
Roommates
The room smells of coffee and cigarettes That easily forgotten scent (Call it 'the usual' at the midnight bar) An insidious fantasy in the greasy eight foot by two kitchenette A chair hardly holds its own weight But every golden morning On smoky speckled granite There rests a newspaper and its partner The ink gel pen Buried beneath calloused palms Ready to tackle the morning sudoku My eyes don't quite greet yours As I barely grasp the cereal cupboard Hoping for the nine hundredth time You won't notice The failure in my short stature Yet you rise Like the plume of death That snarky grin on stubbled skin Imprinted by age and time And with osseous fingers Reach for that easy handle To pour me My early meal I've considered waking up earlier Avoid the apocalyptic ritual of mornings Perhaps early enough to travel back To the womb Faultless and timeless Before mother was 19 and you were 29 Learning to love Just each other before adding Another Would I find myself? A parasite One that should be deleted Before gifted the brutality Of that first Fated breath We moved into a different rhythm I haven't said "I love you" Since I was fourteen Not sincerely at least And my room is my sanctuary Lest I need to speak To a parent Turned stranger Envy encircles my heart For friends who speak to their founders Like I speak to dated sepia memories I'm speechless at how People know of their children's lives at all So used to enduring in silence I forgot Others speak Without the curtains of time Mutilating love Shatter the plastic bricks of this childhood Lego house And one might recognise The imperfections of emotional abuse Hallways thirty miles long Between rooms For it is normal to traverse oceans and cities and islands For a simple conversation- Is it not? Two separate households Under one precarious rooftop Burned out galaxies Trying nuclear fusion once more To engender hydrogen from nothing Like arguments Spawned from Thin air This old family of mine My mother My father and I We live dangerously close to the edge Like flying fish too close to the waterfall Rose-tinted glasses disguise The misery For adolescent naivety Smudged and raw eyes concealed For the rest of the world By jaded untruths This fleeting family of mine: Here is my soul (My house key) My salvation (My bedroom) And my sanctity (The roommates agreement) For the last time before I say goodbye
Continue reading...
95
I used to think in monochrome Like a disc on repeat The same 60 minutes of tragedy on A big screen But on the 500th play Something happened I can't explain Your character joined the script and suddenly All the scenes made sense Everything I thought I'd never feel Came alive And everything I needed to **** Died between your lips I'm not saying you're perfect But if a blind man asked me to show him colours You're the one I'd describe
0
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
(why cant i say i love you when sober?)
i want to see a future where i don't hate myself for the choices i don't make but instead love myself for the opportunities i rise from challenges
0
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
it's too late
"It was... magical." They would gush Stars orbiting just for them A moment where two minds Choose to be one You can roll your eyes Say you've heard the story five times- Six now But they aren't even listening, they can't Above the crashing waves Of their passion This party wasn't made for two Gravitating toward one another Not even socialising with the outside lifeforms The moon and his sun The day and her night The sand and his ocean Ten plus ten fingers still equals ten Two hands superglued like crafts In the middle Money and papers forgotten A universe built like a cottage roof Above two bodies One soul Ten years pass And suddenly one home becomes two All the secret smiles And inside jokes Are screams and shouts and curses That you think echo across the street But live inside your head That first story The way they met So long ago Is the story you wish you'd hear Instead of this exit song That will never stop playing Until one or the other Finally gives up Leaves orbit To be the only star Of their lonely galaxy.
0
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
Child of Two Galaxies
You took nothing And yet everything from me I asked for naught but you gave me life And bleeding wounds scabbed Scars on my soul with years past healed I laughed And lived Like I hadn't been alive before The stars lit for you and me Everything is raw There is no better word Three minutes or three years Could pass between thoughts of you And I still regret everything I did something wrong? I turned you away? Was the health of my mind scary Did it make you run From this burning inferno of my forested soul I miss everything And yet nothing For you took me And returned my broken pieces But left the image of you Whole
0
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
T.H
I have a family Extended members don't know But then again Neither do my parents If they knew would they cry Could I watch the tears streak down their cheeks as my practiced story is retold and Sinks in Would they tell friends, Turn a blind eye to the misconceptions of my disease Maybe protect me when my back is turned Or would they weep Crocodile tears Then love again Love again as they were before But with new information Do you think if I shouted my demons across the seven seas Would pirates look at me in awe of my strength In awe of my brittle bones that have stood strong without help Would they look at themselves and remember the battles they've had with Themselves And believe in me when I don't If I told my parents Finally As my therapist tells me to Would they hold me Even when I hate being touched The way skin holds skin How fat of mine is transferred with fat of yours How I have always hated it But it doesn't matter when affection comes before personal beliefs It disgusts me My body I hope you know that I hope you realise why I can't be touched By family Because you broke me bulimia And cracks aren't healed with hugs.
0
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
Hugs Don't Fix Mistakes, That's Called Therapy.