alienobserver

alienobserver May 2015

I'm eating until I feel whole again
The joy of being unconscious
Has jumped right out of my chest
And it hurts like I've dreamt of falling
And the space you had once occupied
In my heart became flowers
You could have been the first wave
The salt that burns the skin
The grains of sand hurting my face
I miss the sun in the mornings
And the warmth of the touches
And who am I trying to fool?
I haven't been eating for days
I became my own meals
Yet I starve for the stars and the universe
For the green in the grass and the blue
In the twilights
I starve for you

Attempting to write the void away :)

#poem #starving #me #hunger #void #skeletons

alienobserver Feb 2015

Just don't

I'm afraid to touch in public
My secret is written in bold on my forehead
Three days before the full moon
I gave myself the luxury to not belong
Into this sensitive world of yours

There's a whole charm in a victorious gaze
And an entire chaos in the hair blown in the wind
You can't feel jealousy in a relationship
When I only think about you all the time
I spread all the clues in the hallways
And in my old laughters of last year
But you can't read them

**You don't have the guts to see them

I've been away for too long, sorry.

#poem #me #just #dont

alienobserver Nov 2014

Big Bang

It's early morning
And the maid hasn't even arrived yet
Your morning breath
And my tired eyes staring back
At your final seconds of sleep
We get up, speechlessly
I start to make my morning tea
And you pour sugar in it for me
It tastes like the colour of your skin
I don't even shiver anymore
You're the heat inside my lungs
And the golden tones of my rising suns
The touch of your voice in my ears
Makes me feel like I'm melting fears
And I have never felt so safe
By looking into one's eyes and say:
"You're my entire solar system"

#poem #me #solar #system #big #bang

Oct 2014

MereCat

Classroom Exchange

You said:
“I’m sick of poetry.
I bet the first poet was ******
But they all just copied him.”
I said that
Poetry wasn’t like that
It was words spilling
From an overfilled glass;
They staggered and slurred
On the page until
They seemed to have a meaning.
And you said:
“Exactly.”

#poetry #drunk #poems #teenagers #opinion

Oct 2014

Megan Grace

moose

and that worn out
spot- third rib down,
two inches to the
right- where i used
to tuck away all your
beautiful words, that
i cleaned out, scraped
out, scrubbed out,
bleached, rinsed,
repeated until there
was no more lingering
after burn of the things
that used to call it
home has finally started
to cool. i am waiting
for my wings to
remember that they
had a purpose before
you, that they do not
need to be licked or
pampered before they
are functional again.
i am a hot air balloon,
a lily pad, a new moon.
******* for ever having
made me think i could
be anything less.

alienobserver Oct 2014

The taste in my tongue

I think I'm starting to get
The reaction of our bodies to the rain
The way our fingerprints seem to change
When there's no light to understand
What's really good or just a sin
How easy it is to write in other tongue
To spit your feelings in sentences
That don't belong to your mouth
Nor to your bones
Read what I feel not in words
Read me for I am another soul
Trapped in a foreign body

#poem #me #trapped #body #belong #tongue #taste #foreign

alienobserver Oct 2014

Something inside

You thought I couldn't see you
Hiding on the other side of the window
Catching my breath
Through the curtains
It's in the air
Green eyes looking for me
Stop thinking and act as you feel
Through the glass and the uncoloured
I still sit at the table
I still drink black coffee
I still look back at the invisible
I still bite my tongue
Your hands and your flesh
There used to be something inside
You don't have to say my name
I understand

Sorry for the long time offline.

#poem #me #inside #something