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 Sep 2015 Honeydrops
NV
18.
 Sep 2015 Honeydrops
NV
18.
it's sorta kinda my birthday today.
and i know i should be happier than i am right now.
but truth is, i'm not.
i'm pretty much depressed to be honest.
but not that it matters though.

i really just wanted to thank all you bloggers for giving me pieces of your heart,
the kindness and motivation that makes my world seem like a better place at times.
because if there's one good decision i've made in life,
it would be opening up myself to all of you.

this space has made me feel heard.
this space has made me feel wanted.
this space has made me feel loved.

and just in case you didn't know,
every one of you,
makes a difference,
every time.
and i know i don't know you - but i love you anyways
Sometimes I forget that I'm human
It often feels like I'm made out of stone
I hide my feelings in a bottle labeled "POISON"
Hoping everyone will then leave it alone


I had long since forgotten being a child
How I could make the world what I wanted to see
And I'd let my imagination run so wild
Because my real life was no safe place to be

My head has always been much like this planet
It's mostly water, but it holds secrets, too
And at the same time that it's lovely, I can't stand it
Things are often out of place, and quite askew

But I was reminded today that I'm still human
That I have a heart that longs for innocence
But I can't remember when I even had some
I'm pretty sure that most of it's been spent

At least I know a heart still lives inside me
Even if it's shriveled up and hardly beats
But it's still pumping my blood, leaving me human
As my memories leave footprints on the streets
Special shout out to XxFallenxX for humanizing me with her wonderful poetry.
 Apr 2015 Honeydrops
ryn
This is me...*          
Seeking refuge          
under a tree,          
As the wind released          
it's pensive sigh.          
Leaves sapped dry          
were then set free.          
Shades of yellow          
took to the air in an          
attempt to fly.          

This is me...
Peering through
jaundiced eyes.
Laying still
in a torrent of
ochre.
As leaves fall
from lowered skies,
Drenching
and
submerging
me in a sea of
scattered amber.

This is me...          
Captivated by this          
spectacular phenom.         
Flavescent dance          
governed by          
wind and gravity.         
This is the dream...          
Too long held for ransom          
By the relentless          
grasp of reality.         

This is me...
Awaiting such time to
arise and run.
In my heap,
my safe haven,
my fortress of yellow.
Till the inevitable set of
the *orange
sun
Only then...
myself to the moon
I would again
show.
As I walk these lonely streets
As I feel the passage of souls
As I look to where land and sky meets
I can't help but feel the prophesy unfold.
I've only been posting poetry here for a short time
I never thought I'd find so many folks who like my rhymes

I'd like to thank you all for reading as my brain has grown
Without you all, I'd just be bitter, crazy, and alone

Thanks for making me feel welcome and like my voice is heard
I'd like to thank you all for reading my sour words
Thank you guys for the support, I seriously never expected this much attention to my work.
I'm here missing you, no April fools
I don't know if its the things you did or the things I do
Like
Thinking about you all the time
Trying to change cause continuing would be a crime
Deep inside I know my education should be prime
But what do I do when the shackles don't seem to be a problem when you all that's on my mind
I fight, I struggle, I swim oceans for that salvation
The hunger that is you is in me and I hope for that starvation
Controls gone, passion gained and the future finally feels true
Even so, I feel good because I know my emotions grew
But then hey, I'm just here missing you
No April fools
Siting in the midst of birds
At st barnabas park
Can't see blue
Turning round and round
Without the help of man
Viewing point at 360degree
Unknown to human I see all


Man with his crew
Shooting of Elizabeth of Acadian
Exchange of script and cast man to man
As he handles it
Viewing  from the cardinal points
Excellent we did it
Still could not see all

I see all yes I see all
So I see more even more
more than d cardinal points,I see
Remember I created you
Don't forget a labourer can be more than his master
I have to hold you to work
You leave me with no option to destroy the work of my hand.
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