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shviolet
27/F/New York IG: s.h.violet
You told me how you've never believed in love before me, like you could've taken a line from a film. And if it came from anyone else, I probably would've thought you did. You and me, we aren't made out of illusion. We don't wander upon luck with happenstance. I just knew it was true when I saw your eyes change color.
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Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC
Colors
I don’t care how intelligent I sound with my words, I just want you to know how I feel.
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Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
Deadstock
The world has been shaken and thrown like a snow globe. The glass container contaminated by foggy fingerprints, analyzed by prying eyes. So, it’s easy to believe that this is where we’ll stay. It’s easy to feel trapped when every door is hidden. The only thing left I hope for is that the feeling of finding and keeping a soul that warms you up is real, And not just a story they tell us to make believe that this isn’t all there is.
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Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 10:56 AM UTC
Snow Globe
I don’t think there’s a day that I don’t crave to be the center of your world. And how if nothing else went right, it’d still be okay. And how I hope more than anything, you will feel the same pull to nothing, to a black hole that will swallow us up, turn us into intertwining matter, and keep us safe amidst the entropy. And it is now that I realize, an escape would be out of the question.
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Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
Black Hole
3,500 miles from here to there is enough to feel, but not enough for the honeysuckle to grow close. I could remind you it’s there, and I could speak of the wonders it brings as it spirals out, but ultimately It’s too far to see. And what if it doesn’t exist at all?
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Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
3,500 Miles
I try to be the best I can- Accepting change and letting go. I try to be the best I can- By not picking flowers to let them grow. I try to be the best I can- And that’s why when someone says to walk away from you, It seems so easy- Because it’s the right thing and my mind knows it too. It seems so easy- But the pain immobilizes me into the same **** cycle. -I deserve better
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Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 9:22 AM UTC
Cyclical
I found the beauty in your eyes immediately, but the real blessing is how it never left.
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Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 10:40 AM UTC
Eyes to the Soul
I think I’m living in a box, trying to hide from you. I don’t like to lie, but what is true anymore? I’m sick to my stomach that you can think of me, claiming me as yours, when you didn’t work for anything. I feel like trash, I feel like dirt. Watching you take and take, and just sitting there with my eyes purposely closed. I was so lonely, I didn’t know what it felt like to really be touched. So I let myself get shut up inside this way. You’re like a greedy child who can’t keep their hands away. You don’t keep your hands away. And I feel useless. Of course I’m one of those. Of course I don’t leave. And remember the little girl who promised she’d never take this? I see the light from outside, but he’s not getting any closer. I don’t have him. I can’t have him.
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Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
Light From Outside
Can you see me? I’m standing in the spotlight, wide smile glowing, frozen in place. And how do you feel? I must make you uncomfortable being so realistic and yet so fake. I stand day after day with the fluorescent heat constant. I’m sweating from the pressure, But you can’t see from far away. You can shuffle me around and change my pose, but my lack of control gives an offbeat idea. I know how you feel. But you don’t know what to do. So you speed walk away, avoid the discomfort. I’m trying so hard not to be numb. Waiting for my chance to change and grow.
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Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC
Mannequin
We are never at rest, even when we take a moment to get lost inside ourselves. We are in orbit. I’ve done my best to keep pace with the spin, adapting to the life in constant change around me. One day you came through the fog I was navigating. Cold, gray monotony turning prismatic before me. Still I knew, the spin doesn't pause. I just hope you find a way to be the thing that lasts.
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Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 10:54 AM UTC
Orbit