dusk - Hello Poetry

dusk Jul 2015

running

my life consists
of running through dark alleys
away from shadows that pursue me.

i am the reckless
i am the broken
i am the wild sobs at daybreak
i am the silence at twilight.

i am a washed-up, beat-up soul
chasing visions of a wasted youth
down dark alleys;
fleeing my demons.

dusk Jul 2015

stronger

hit me
as hard as you can
i will not break.

shoot me
as many times as you want
i refuse to fall.

cut me
with your knives
i will not bleed.

the time for being weak is over.
now,
it's always forward,
never back.

Jul 2015

A Watoot

Bring in the Bullets

Bring in the storm;
I have stood in the middle of the worst.
Bring in the thunder;
I have slept peacefully through the loudest.
Bring in the flood;
I have walked in many.  It's nothing.

Bring it in.
Bring it on.
You think I'll scamper and fall?

Bring it in.  Bring it all in.
I'll face it head on.

Bring it on if all you can do is shoot.
I tell you.  I never fall.
I bend your bullets with my thumb.

Bring it on if that's all you have.
You do make me stronger.

Is that all you have?
Is that?

**Bring it on.

Is that all you have-
words that you said are bullets?
You fail us just because?
Is that the best you can do?
Is that the worst you can give?
haha you make me laugh
Just bring it on.
'Cause soon enough, I know I'll grow stronger with every bullet I bend.

#words #bullets #failure #on #it #is #all #that #youve #bring

dusk Jul 2015

Untitled

i'm out on the highest peak
screaming your name
like the fool that i am

but all that's here is my shadow,
my echo

can you hear me?

just like the walking cliche that i am
i place my hand on the glass
wishing you were on the other side
to put your hand against where mine is

but life isn't like that.
life fogs up the glass,
maybe even breaks it
and cuts you with the shards
on bad days.

Jul 2015

Christine

empty paper

writing in blood is easy,
writing in tears is necessary,
but writing in smiles
is impossible,
it is taking a pen and closing your eyes
and drawing soft lines and shapes
and missing words to describe the inside
a happy poet is recognized
by an empty paper

#love #happy #happiness #writing #writer

Jul 2015

Lunar

heart strings

when i played your song
and a chord was struck within me
it seemed like i strung on my heartstrings
my fingers smelled of blood
my guitar is my heart
and out flowed
the intensity and rust
of our forgotten past

#sadness #past #blood #guitar #heartstring

dusk Jun 2015

balance

i walk a tightrope of emotions
teetering,
trying to keep my balance

leaning too far to the left
results in sobs that tear my soul apart
and a searing pain in my heart
i know can never be taken away

falling slightly to the right
causes me to laugh
long and loud.

maybe a little too loud.
and for a little too long.

but i laugh.

i struggle to keep a delicate balance
of the things i could not express
even if the whole sea was ink
and the sky a piece of paper.

but sometimes the balance tilts dangerously to the left.

it is in these moments
that i wish i didn't
have to
keep
this balance.