i - Hello Poetry

i Mar 26

Red, the colour that
drew me in. What sits in my
skin and flows through yours and his.
My favorite dark shade of rage or cranberry
poison i sip in. My colour makes way for my craft,
  so know , my chest stopped beating when you palleted
me like that. You held a brush to my detail                       and
    swam to make contrast , blue in my veins,                          blue
      on you. Ice that hit the reflection of my                        sky,
sky to sea, sea to skin , skin to you. for a last… Your
eyes , im am now blue. From never been read,
red, said. To feeling being.violet again.

i Mar 21

Your rot

It stung to my
core, a bite so deep
it pierced my skin. You opened
me up for dessert and left me out to
dry, to sit, in
the sun,
to turn.
Seedless,
discolored,
lifeless,
Sunburnt.
Don’t
cover me
in
cinnamon
because you want more bites,
the only thing I have left is my
stem and my sour
taste of light.

i Mar 20

How does it end?

You
can read a
book again, but the ending
stays
the same.The
tale tells if you walk past
the same tree twice, you’re lost…
If you
read a book again, the
ending won’t change, but there’s
always that thought that u picked a book
that was
never your fate, that
u never finished. That illustration of an incomplete face…

i Mar 20

Sound pipes and pollution

Music to my ears and headphones to my tears….

                                                I fear this is the only way that
                                                you        can                   shut me
                                                up. Rhymes                   And
                                                rhythms   ,
                                                instead of
                                                confrenta-
                                                tions within
                                                them, i rather
                                                tune you out
                                                than let your
                                                garbage noise
                                                in. protecting
                                       my piece, dont care
                           if I miss your silly memories
                       and repeats."Good memories"
                   "Good moments”  I hear,  like they
                wont waste away and  dissappear
           anyways. At least this way I can close
        my eyes and travel myself to a dimensi-
     on, with bikinis, beats and tan lines, rookie
   good feelings and good finds.Not always the
     same, Sometimes a place of more piece,so-
        metimes a place where it doesn't always
           have to repeat. A place where I wouldn't
               have to daydream about escaping
                      social Pollution in defeat.

i Mar 20

Just open your eyes.

I struggle and
   I struggle                     why can’t
    you understand.                          The weight of the
world on my shoulders, why is it just
    because you don’t see it, “it’s
    really not  that bad”

i Mar 20

Soak

It
                                                    is so
                                                 difficult
                                          being in places
                                       after spending time
                                  with true treasure, liquid
                              silver. A buck’s worth market
                            bottle to the 15. 50 cinema sp-
                         ecial. Can’t wait to live rich without
                           drowning.Cold water feels warm
                             warm when your hand are fre-
                               ezing,too bad I’m stuck here
                                       until the end of the
                                                  season.

i Mar 20

Noise

conditioned,
For silence is all anyone wants.
From fears to reality why do people project their feelings and most inner thoughts.
you lost me.
you lost me at heres why and I’ll try but I know
it's a lie it's a lie its a lie.
For why can't someone simply float alone, with ones own stones.
I wont do it, l wont take it, i wont break my self because you simply won’t or can’t take it.
I chose piece,
even though you faked it.

— The End —