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shikaluki
shikaluki
18/F/MA Enjoy this piece of my heart which now lies in your hands
from strangers to friends Friends who talk till their eyes close shut Friends who laugh till the sun comes out Friends who cry together till the blue jays wake up Friends. Friends. Friends. nobody sees it but it's clear as day no; just Friends
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Mar 19, 2022
Mar 19, 2022 at 4:01 PM UTC
Blue Jay
Love is not blind. People are. those who could not love are those who could not find balance between their minds and their hearts it is all in the eye of the beholder it only matters whether we choose to see it or not.
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Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 9:44 AM UTC
The Eye of the Beholder
isn't it wonderful how a heart can be broken over and over and still have power to love.
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Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 10:45 AM UTC
stitched
7 billion realities each of us consumed in own own living in the comfort of our cubicles playing out our stories day by day living so small in such an infinite universe 7 billion lives fighting to survive in this mysterious, vague cycle we label as life we only see our own perceptions believe our own deceptions we all strive for perfection when perfection doesn't exist. it is an abstract concept created by man himself this seed of "idealism" planted into the mind of society eats away at the purity of the innocence a child is born with we do not live in a utopia neither an apocalypse but in a perfectly imperfect balance an equilibrium of the two but we fail to achieve harmony to find peace we fail to come together in unity there are humans but no humanity all scavenging for scraps of sanity in a world of madness in a deranged realm of hunger and greed in this ephemeral illusion which will one day cease to exist where are the lost souls that wish to be found? where are the voices, that wish to be heard? where is the love that can stretch beyond the seas and the skies? where is the good in the power of mankind? and so I ask, in the name of the people where are the people?
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 7:13 AM UTC
Where Are the People?
A paradox they are, pleasure and pain. interconnected; one cannot exist without the other. Feelings, transient you cannot feel love forever you cannot feel anger or sadness, forever. You cannot immortalize emotions they'll fade away but what won't is our memories those will stay But happiness is temporary and temporary, is what I had with you.
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Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC
Perennials
Here's something about moving on It isn't pretending the other person doesn't exist It isn't wiping out the memories or deleting pictures and chats that's too easy It is in acknowledging their existence being able to see them hear their voice look them in the eyes and still feel nothing neither love nor anger, not even sadness... just nothing It is in being able to still smile when thinking of the memories and merely appreciate those moments and regret not even a minute of it because they were special and taught you so much It is in being able to face that person and think "I don't want this anymore" That's when you can truly say that you have genuinely moved on
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
The Art of Moving On
all was calm the air was still, undisturbed but there came your voice disrupting the peace your scent, detonating a mysterious magnetism drew me closer and closer to you yet pushed you farther and farther from me I further fall, deep like my pain, buried inside this broken soul to hide the woes and heartache while your fuse gets shorter as time burns impatience seizes your mind I tried to preserve it, and make it last but the bomb has set off and there I lay on the shattered floor trying to revive cold corpses knowing they're dead but still, hopelessly looking for that one person who I can call "home"
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
I hugged a grenade
you call yourself a hopeless romantic because you've repeatedly failed at love but you overlook the fact that a hundred girls are fantasizing about you this very instant you're insecure about your looks because you were bullied for it long ago the memories taunt you, haunt you yet you choose to ignore how a hundred girls drool at the sight of your chiseled physique you think you're not good enough for love that you won't find the perfect girl you wont find perfection, that's a fact but one day when you find the one she will be perfect for you, and you for her and the hundred girls will be sobbing, hopelessly craving your love
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 12:44 PM UTC
A Hundred Girls
don't you hide under that waterline as light hits you beautifully shine don't ever hesitate to fall crying isn't shameful at all dear little tear I sense your fear you fear the criticizm the laughs the ridicule and pain but know one thing dear friend you have so much to gain nature made it this way let yourself drop free it isn't a weakness it makes us stronger, you see I'd love you to stay but it's time to say goodbye you've lingered for too long you must part from the eye
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 4:07 AM UTC
Ode to a Tear
Hi I would introduce myself but I've been in here for so long that... I forgot my name. I don't exactly know where I am... It's a vacant space a room perhaps. with white walls white ceiling white floor. But it's odd. I can't seem to spot any corners or boundaries I'm just here maybe in some kind of dream but I feel awake. I'm numb but I feel pain somehow It's all just one big blur. All I can do here is let my hazy thoughts consume me day by day Till I fade away along with these undefined Yet so defined lengths.
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 5:02 AM UTC
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