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xxowlcityxx
xxowlcityxx
I'm fairly new to writing poetry, about six months, but I've begun using it as an outlet to my emotions that I can't express in my drawings. / / -I do not promote self harm in any way, shape, or form. If you need someone to talk to, please message me.-
I did. And then I didn't.
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Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC
Love
My Best Friend It's cliche to say I'm in love with my best friend, Or to say that she's my soul mate. But those are the only words humanly possible to describe it. I can tell her anything Everything Whenever Whatever. If I have a random thought at two in the morning And I wake her up, She won't be mad. She's half awake but she listens. She'll tell me it's okay Hold me until I fall asleep, Wait until she hears my steady breaths Wait until I stop shifting. It's so intimate in those moments. When there's nothing around us but the soft whir of the A/C and the warmth of her love. Or when she's crying in her room and the only words she can muster are apologies for things she didn't do and can't control. And I sit, Soothing Repeating Whispering The only words that calm her down. She knows them well. I sit with her, Sometimes unsure of what to do, Doing the only thing I know. And wait. Calmly, Patiently, Understandingly. I wait until it subsides. And I wipe the tears gently from her eyes. Push her hair out of her face, Kiss her sweaty forehead, And whisper lightly in her ear Everything is alright. Letting her know I love her, And I will always be here for her. For she is my best friend And my soulmate. -1:30 a.m. K.E.
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC
My Best Friend
That moment When you are so scared To lose people, You keep dangerous People in your life, And no matter how much You know you should leave, You're terrified of hurting them And ending up alone again.
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
Fear
What really ***** the most is when you pour yourself into one person who promises they won't leave, And as time goes on, You gradually drift apart by no fault of your own. Yet you still feel your heart break and shatter when you casually pass over a picture of them with someone else And you start to question what you did wrong and why things turned out the way they did. It becomes hard to breathe, Your thoughts wander You feel as if you're drowning And you just Break.
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 1:27 PM UTC
Left
It's funny, y'know? How you can know someone Know everything about them Share memories, spend countless hours with them And then one day As if out of nowhere, THe memories fade And it gets harder to remeber their secrets, what they look like, And you talk less and less And you wonder if they even remeber your name You wonder if they even remeber being friends.. Of course they don't You're just a face, A part of their past Just *A n o t h e r F  a  d  i  n  g M   e   m   o   r   y....*
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
Memories
It wasn't grand, There weren't fireworks, or wind blowing us around or doves flying above. It was simple. Her lips on mine, soft and still And I knew, Right then and there That this is right, This is home, This is what I want. And she is it.
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC
Her Kiss
I love her smiles oh her smile It lights up a room, brightens my day Her laugh, it’s contagious, rich, deep, sweet and pure. I love the way she steeps, soft, still, peaceful, content. Her pacing breath a metronome, in out in out in out Lost in a sea of dreams, her eyes shut tight, her lips a smirk. I love her eyes, a soft brown, the way they show the way she feels Lively, burning with passion or solemn, humble and kind. I love how they light up when she’s talking about things she loves. I love her hugs, they send tingles up and down my spine The way her arms fit perfectly around my waist. Her hugs are tight Like she means it, filled with her passion for me. I love the way she mindlessly plays with her hair, Looking off into space, deeply lost in thought. I love the way she sings to every song that comes on the radio. The way she opens up and lets the lyrics take her away. I love when she’s half awake, teetering on the edge of dreams, how her voice gets higher and her thoughts lose meaning. She’s so innocent, vulnerable at most. I love how she trusts me to see that side of her. Her trust in me runs so deep. She trusts me with her hopes and dreams, her deepest, darkest fears. It takes so much to open up and she trusted me to break down her walls. She trusts me not to hurt her, to hold her close and take away her fears, scare away her demons. And I will. I promise I will Because I love her.
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
I Love Her
Sometimes we only see the world in black and white, Dwelling on how bad things are Becoming jealous of those on the other end thinking they have it all , But we often forget how the millions of shades of grey Form intricate, beautiful sceneries that take our breath away. And when we remember that, The world isn't black and white anymore, It's colorful.
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
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