a - Hello Poetry

Feb 2015

cody dale

when you cant think
of one topic
to write a whole poem
with fragments buzzing in your mind
all of them incomplete
but to put them all together would be
something anew
you write your thoughts
on paper or napkins
trying to impress
all that read it
but with no words
what do you write

to prove that any thing can become something

a Feb 2015

untitled x

and if you're still breathing,
you're the lucky ones, 'cause
most of us are heaving through
corrupted lungs*

and convulsing, so empty, completely rid
of tears and whatever else might have lived
within the crumbling walls of my dying sanctuary

a Feb 2015

untitled ix

it was more than just a smile
for his eyes, they filled with light
and the troubles evaporated
for that fraction of a second, bright

a Feb 2015

haikuing fffffs

feverish, fervent
frantically observant
forever more

a lot of things at once, and the sixth letter of the alphabet

a Feb 2015

Untitled

it's strange. Stranger than stranger,
a feeling of the coldest of ice shrouding your
body and the most intense warmth enveloping
it and you don't really know how
to react
because

*this is it

#you #when #deathly #hallows #reread

a Jan 2015

untitled viii

he loves her and she loves him
and it's a crash, a crack, an unmissable
climatic anticlimax
and there's all this emotion spilling like
god filling
up his canister with darkness and light
from a strange source
like a spring of ill feelings but an
oasis of happy
a clash of the mind and an inability
to express because
he loves her but doesn't love me

a Jan 2015

orange

not a fruit, no;
not a colour, no;
but the crackling at the grate,
the slivers of secret hate

#fire