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Jun 2019 · 120
Forgotten luxury.
Serendipity Jun 2019
I can afford the luxury
Of forgetting
When near a man so rich in
Personality and taste.
Jun 2019 · 117
Bury.
Serendipity Jun 2019
Admitting to faults
is a hard thing to do
when you've been taught
to bury them.
Jun 2019 · 149
Was it worth it?
Serendipity Jun 2019
I have discovered myself through the pieces of poetry.
My soul is scattered
across a field of
words.
Worry and doubt rain from the heavens
and nurture poems.

The darkest days bring the best poems.

And now the sun is out.

And a field of flowers
is here
to greet me.

Was it worth rain?

I cannot answer that.

I stare at my field
and wonder the same thing
over and over again.



Was it worth it?
Jun 2019 · 93
Dark and Wonderful.
Serendipity Jun 2019
You need not throw away
depth or darkness for beauty.
For it is the oceans vast depths
and its mysterious darkness
that creates a sense
of wonder
and
beauty.
Volcano - Albion place  has some great *** lyrics: "She is dark and wonderful."
Jun 2019 · 86
Milk bones.
Serendipity Jun 2019
Stop milking your pain,
acting like blood is still pouring
when its been dried for years.

You hold onto the slightest of things.
You keep the stitches in even when the skin is all healed.
Let go of the pain from your body.

Well I did.

But what you failed to realize
there were broken bones
under skin.

I may have healed,
but they have reset themselves
in painful positions.

And I'm terrified of breaking them again,
even if it means
less pain
in the future.

But my mistake,
for wearing my heart on my sleeve.
I apologize for the annoyance.
I shall go back to
silence.

Do not wonder the cause of my death,
for poisoned words of yours
will be the
only
culprit.

At least
I will never have to
hear
them
again.
Jun 2019 · 158
Freedom is maddening.
Serendipity Jun 2019
Freedom is maddening
I would do anything
For a taste of
Choice
On my lips and
The promise of unhinged dream
Doors in the horizon.

Freedom is maddening
For with its release
Comes endless possibility.

Freedom is maddening
And is as much of a trap
As restriction.
Jun 2019 · 256
Moments.
Serendipity Jun 2019
Are pure moments
Of fleeting freedom
Worth a lifetime
Of just the promise
Of just that?
Jun 2019 · 68
Hell home.
Serendipity Jun 2019
The familiarity of home
Even when Hell
Is a fleeting feeling
Of comfort
And excitement
All in one.

Travelers know it too well.
Nostalgia painted in stains on the walls
A crimson crayon catastrophe
That left us in tears
But God, did it bring back
Memories.

Hell

But familiarity.

It's incredible how we forget
That the warmth
Comes from flames
So quickly.

And how welcoming it feels
When you've been cold.

Home.
Jun 2019 · 57
God.
Serendipity Jun 2019
God forgive me
For taking comfort in
Forbidden fruits.

I cant help
But adore the nectar
That drips off her
Soul.

Dribbling down her chin,
A smile sweeter than honey.
Eyes matching sweet deception.

Her personality a seed,
A pit of solidarity.

Hair finer than
Ambrosia's droplets
Streaking down the golden
Goblet
Body.

Oh forgive me Lord.

For partaking
In a woman so sweet.
And taking a bite
Of her forbidden fruit.
Jun 2019 · 370
Pour.
Serendipity Jun 2019
Its been so long
since I've poured myself
truly and fully
into a poem.
Jun 2019 · 74
Choke.
Serendipity Jun 2019
My soul is not something
you can portion into pieces.

I refuse to be cut up with kitchen knives,
a meal ready for you to devour.
What am I to you?
But a quick snack,
but a cheap bite?

No, I refuse.

I refuse to be your side dish
any longer.

You've bitten off
more than your small mind
can chew.

And now you will choke
and spit it out.

You get my scraps now,
and have the nerve to complain.

So I stopped feeding you
pieces of myself
anymore.

I have become a complete meal
once
more.
Jun 2019 · 107
Blue souls.
Serendipity Jun 2019
The depths of your soul
Are an ocean blue
Beautiful clarity at the shore,
Delightful surprises in the dark.
Jun 2019 · 203
Angel's skin.
Serendipity Jun 2019
My demons hide in Angel's skin
A disguise I know all too well.
Deceive me with their hopeful feathers,
Familiar claws so loving in touch.
I know it's a trap.
But I crave intimacy.
Sweet eyes that burn hellsfire
Bring me warmth in a look.
I wrap myself
In the cloak of their promises
And hide deep
In the crevices of their costume.
Jun 2019 · 168
Familiar.
Serendipity Jun 2019
The familiarity of chaos
Will always be more welcoming
Than the idea of
A stranger's happiness.
Jun 2019 · 65
Power.
Serendipity Jun 2019
I am live wires in water.
My circuit of thought has been broken
Left me short-circuiting in the ocean.
Electrical bursts escape me
names thoughts
so incoherent
But almost spastically beautiful.
I need no one else to complete these wires
But I must find own current once more
Before I run out
Of
Power.
Jun 2019 · 65
Hellfire.
Serendipity Jun 2019
Hellfire remains on display
Of the red rose.
No longer for her destruction
But now, for her beauty.

The gentle petal
Knew thorns and brambles
So well she grew her own.

Fear the gentle one.
For those with soft souls
Where made in
War.
Jun 2019 · 88
Circles.
Serendipity Jun 2019
Whoever said circles
under eyes were unattractive
clearly never held their's up
with pride.

Dedication, the endless hours
of studying and writing
etched on lines of paper
and lines on skin.

Control,  to not fall into
the bags that grow wider
underneath eyes.

Energy, making a millimeter
go a mile.
A long day of work
then no sleep.

I hold my undereyes up with pride.
I have passed the tests needed to obtain them.
And I refuse to let anyone
Anyone.
Take away that pride.

My eyes display strength and control.
I earned them.
Dare not disrespect them.

For they shall not accept it.
May 2019 · 158
Random 17.
Serendipity May 2019
Another nameless face
and another faceless lie.

If you have the courage to
twist the truth
in front of my face,

do it with pride
and look me in the eye.

Lie again and perish.
May 2019 · 664
Mortal wounds.
Serendipity May 2019
You are an angel
yet mortal wounds stain your skin.
You reach out to me like
I am heaven,
when all I know is sin.
May 2019 · 74
Two roads.
Serendipity May 2019
You are faced with two roads.

One leads to eternal peace,
a longing,
a need,
from the chaos of your life,
it is a constant promise
as steady as the sun
and the moon.

One leads to adventure,
excitement jumping off
the edge of a bridge,
mountains tilting their snow caps
in your respect,
danger is a wide grinning gate
yet
it is so tempting.

Given the choice:
Which would you choose?
May 2019 · 179
Coat of Flowers.
Serendipity May 2019
He wears a coat of flowers,
suit and tie
complete
with thread
made of vines.

Buttons are stones
covered in mossy delight.

He is a rotting corpse in a field
made of flowers.
His presence mighty deceiving.

W a t c h     o u t,

He wanders the Earth.

He is a trickster,
someone dead inside
that seemed so promising...
.
May 2019 · 91
Lullaby.
Serendipity May 2019
Staticed rain falls
outside window panes.
Blurred sound
of droplets hitting
greenery
is a lullaby
from mother nature.

B e a u t i f u l.
May 2019 · 270
Memory.
Serendipity May 2019
The word love is tainted
with the stain
of your memory.
May 2019 · 87
N o i s e.
Serendipity May 2019
I crave serenity
when surrounded by
this noise.

Not even music is an indulgence
that blocks it out.

I do not know quite what it is,
but it lurks everywhere.

Unintelligible noise
never telling me
what
it
wants.
May 2019 · 170
Bad ass.
Serendipity May 2019
She's got a baseball bat
filled with ambition,
and a sharp light to her eyes
full of survival's will.

She's that hard to love
kind of bad ***.
The kind that will muffle sobs
with liquor.

She's the kind of love
forged in the depths of Hell
and *******
rather than
fluffy romance novels.

She knows what its like to be trapped.
So she holds the shackles
above her head.

She didn't realize she broke her arm
and lost pieces of herself
getting out of it.

It was not her fault she was born in chains
But it is her fault that she broke out of them.

For better or worst now,
the cracks in her soul
were filled with attitude.

And God, did I fall for it all.
The careen of her smile,
made me stay for a while.

She's the hard to love kind of bad ***,
and she's on the run again.

From problems to police you name it.

But she will laugh like her flannel soul
hidden in the wind.

And she will drown in her liquored ambitions
once more.
May 2019 · 82
Hunger.
Serendipity May 2019
I have an insatiable
hunger,
yet I cannot taste
your presence
through the sickness
on my tongue...


even when you're close to me.
May 2019 · 174
Him.
Serendipity May 2019
I want to be tethered
by your presence
to the Earth.
Be the roots
during my hurricane.

You keep me grounded,
and I keep you moving.
May 2019 · 144
An excuse to show songs.
Serendipity May 2019
Late night walking,
basking in the glory of the moon,
and contrasting street lights
with midnight escapades
are blooming in
morning glory again.
Carroll-Billionaire

Yellow House- Ain't Gonna Call

Skin mag- this just in

Approachable Members Of Your Local  Community - Millennium
May 2019 · 73
Rain.
Serendipity May 2019
Me and my problems
are like glass stained rain.
With clarity they show themselves,
soaking the glass
but there I stand,
unamused,
watching and doing nothing.
May 2019 · 94
Become.
Serendipity May 2019
I've been acting like
who I want to become
more than
who I actually am.
May 2019 · 70
Clarity.
Serendipity May 2019
I dream of clarity.
An uncluttered mind,
without trash can thoughts
tossed on the floor.

Without clothes of memories,

spilling sleeves of old summer days,
ripped jeans of schools return,

spewed in the floor.

I crave the feeling of
pristine handwriting
inscribing perfect letters
onto patterns of speech.

Instead I speak like doctor's handwriting,
occasionally intelligent,
but rarely discernible.

I lay my head on
the tangled bed of lies
I  built,
and dream of clarity
once more.
May 2019 · 66
Other way.
Serendipity May 2019
My dad started smoking again,
my mother is yelling again,
a sister so distant and in tears,

and I have to wonder
if my chaotic return of energy
was the reason for dispute
and not
the other way
around.
May 2019 · 98
The things I crave.
Serendipity May 2019
Bodies like cigarettes
with cherry red kisses
are a summer time treat
we all await for.
May 2019 · 80
Unbeknownst.
Serendipity May 2019
To go against the institution
one was raised in
takes bravery
that is unbeknownst
to man.
May 2019 · 171
Ineffable.
Serendipity May 2019
Girl you know
writing down meaningless words
will not dry your cheeks
and will not cure
your ineffable
sadness.
May 2019 · 80
Remission.
Serendipity May 2019
I'd rather die
than be in remission
for sins
I committed
that I never asked
to be forgiven.
Apr 2019 · 67
Stained glass.
Serendipity Apr 2019
Your skin is stained glass,
all different colors.
Where one vibrant red ends,
a shining yellow begins.

You are not broken, shattered on the floor,
but rather,
separate pieces of stained glass,
set separate to behold;

apart they are meaningless beauty,
together they are fruitful art.

A stained glass soul,
where art blooms at the color of her skin,
and realities blinding light
becomes diluted imagery
once more.
Apr 2019 · 2.0k
Wildly Broken.
Serendipity Apr 2019
There is something
so wildly broken
about her.
Apr 2019 · 88
Here we meet again.
Serendipity Apr 2019
Ah,
and here we meet again
the soul ******* ghost
of your company
reminiscent of
the sun after the rain;
only to be missed.
Apr 2019 · 194
Cold 2.
Serendipity Apr 2019
I have lived my life faking warmth
my soul is cold
in the best way possible.

I embrace it now.
Cold smiles refreshing,
cold hands coddling,
cold love blossoming.

All things cold
are not
all things bad.
Apr 2019 · 89
Soap.
Serendipity Apr 2019
I think I found myself again
but I don't know
whether or not
I missed her soapy scents.
Apr 2019 · 68
God's tears.
Serendipity Apr 2019
Melancholy smiles
hide scenery so nice.
Blooms of clouds
rain heavenly drops
and Earth's greenery
is watered once more.

Cool night cold and wet.
God's tears roll down Earth's cheeks,
and hide in the ***** past.

Once more I am here,
admiring wet, cold, moonlight
once again.
Apr 2019 · 99
Drown 2.
Serendipity Apr 2019
Teary eyed skies,
and drowning sadness seas
come together
and clash
so blue together
that they feed
on each others
sadness.
Apr 2019 · 72
Drown.
Serendipity Apr 2019
There is wonder and trouble amiss
the sea speaks to storms,
rain becoming war
between what can drown better
the sound of the storm
or the ocean's waves no more.
Apr 2019 · 102
Cold Sea.
Serendipity Apr 2019
I have reconnected
with Earth's deep green presence
once more.

Drowning me in dewdropped
darkness, no longer an enemy.

Take me into the stormy sea,
and let cold pale skin
Drown
once
more.
Apr 2019 · 73
Cave.
Serendipity Apr 2019
I know it's getting bad again,
because I'm writing more again.

Better to hide in the moonlit scenery
I can create, cold dewdropped skin,
rather than face
the heat of the day.

I escape in my cave of magnanimity,
until I can face the sun
with new unhurt skin

once
again.
Apr 2019 · 64
Nowhere is safe.
Serendipity Apr 2019
Your words are taken
by listening ears,
and thrown out of
unlocked mouths.

Paper holds ink promises
staining it forever,
for attentive eyes to see.

Phone's hold secrets
with cryptic passwords
until a friend strays from
the playground of your games
to the notes of your misery.

Nowhere is safe, hide all you wish,
the only place where secrets hide deep
is the mind.

Plain and simple,
keep it all in
until it escapes
or let it all out
before the world
pries in
to
see.
Apr 2019 · 70
Melodies 2.
Serendipity Apr 2019
Familiarity strums melodies
on my heart strings.
Now beating to the beat of the song,
immerse thyself,
body whole
into the music.

Silent escape,
through earbud tunnels
on places between the journey
allow for relaxation.

Now floating in calming sensations,
a touch I know by ear,
allows me comfort.
Apr 2019 · 55
Sleepy.
Serendipity Apr 2019
The familiarity of tiredness,
blur fuzzy lines at the edge of my vision,
eyes shutting down
like a computer that's run out of battery,

unexpectedly.

Limbs fall loosely leaves to the bed
and crumple into a pile
of the scraps of a human.

Whatever life eats and wastes,
the leftovers always end up
sitting on the bed,

sleeping now, refusing to
embrace the cold refrigeration
of the night.

The stars eat up her light once more.
Apr 2019 · 121
Melody.
Serendipity Apr 2019
Melody,
oh sweet sweet melody
a familiarity
closing in on me.

I cannot but adore the silence
in the same way these notes hit,
anxious for its presence,
yet calm in its arrival.

The deja vu, of tunes so known
that the lyrics come out
as if we had wrote them.

Here all along,
a touch away from comfort
is always
something to be treasured.
Albion place- Sweet delusions
Deep Sea Arcade- Close to Me
Satchy- Comfort
Great Gable- Drift
APRE- All yours
The Licks- Lavender kisses
Jaguar Jaguar- Midnight blue
Jackson Lundy- Calypso
j ember- Something More
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