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THERE is something terrible
about a hurdy-gurdy,
a gipsy man and woman,
and a monkey in red flannel
all stopping in front of a big house
with a sign "For Rent" on the door
and the blinds hanging loose
and nobody home.
I never saw this.
I hope to God I never will.
  
  Whoop-de-doodle-de-doo.
  Hoodle-de-harr-de-hum.
Nobody home? Everybody home.
  Whoop-de-doodle-de-doo.
  
Mamie Riley married Jimmy Higgins last night: Eddie Jones died of whooping cough: George Hacks got a job on the police force: the Rosenheims bought a brass bed: Lena Hart giggled at a jackie: a pushcart man called tomaytoes, tomaytoes.
  Whoop-de-doodle-de-doo.
  Hoodle-de-harr-de-hum.
    Nobody home? Everybody home.
 Feb 2016 Christiana Krump
moss
I explain my metaphors with metaphors
I don't know how else to express
My thoughts that sit in clutter drawers
And leave my mind a mess

If you don't understand my comparison
I'll just say it in a different way
My thoughts still shielded by a garrison
Suppressing things I need to say
 Feb 2016 Christiana Krump
Amada
I no longer feel alone
For when my feet are submerged in the ocean
I feel the pulse of millions of beings
As I expel a breath from my lungs
I know it will be inhaled by someone like me
Someone who once felt alone
And has now shared life with a stranger.
I'll *******,
If you want.
Cause I want it
Just as bad as you do.
But I also want to hear the rustle of the sheets
When you turn over in the middle of the night.
I want to feel your hot breath on my neck.
I want the stubble on your chin to graze my cheek
As you kiss me gently on the forehead.
And when I whisper "goodnight," you don't have to reply.
Just nudge me with your knee
Or poke me with your elbow.
8/13/12
I am the queen of what ifs
Sitting on a throne of could've beens

My fears are my loyal subjects
Escorting my dreams to the gallows

My ambitions are now prisoners
To my court of procrastination

I, the queen
Reign over all of this regret
May we never forget

I, The Queen ©


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Written and shared on Hello Poetry on January 11, 2016. Copywrite and all rights reserved under Bianca Reyes
 Jan 2016 Christiana Krump
Dora
One day it will all make sense.
The sun, the trees,
And the morning breeze on a long summer day.
Every single thought running through your head
and all the words left unsaid will unravel.
Regrets will fade away,
Decisions will matter no more
and what you thought you fought for,
will laugh right at you.
Stop being silly, YOLO doesn't exist
because living means being free and honey,
You're anything but that.
Society shows you one path, your friends and family the other,
but what about the road your heart wanted you to discover.
Did you forget its beat
while drowning in expectations
of people who are not worthy of your humiliation
Wake up, please.
Don't wait, just go,
Run for those hills,
and once you get to the very edge
spread your wings.
And fly
Because that's what you were made for.
Imagine it.
Darkness absolute
Total complete.
Then one day a Light was born
Spectacular beautiful glorious
It shines on everything
Revealing all deceptions.
The darkness hates it
Tries to hide
Finally it plots to end the Light.
It attacks the light relentlessly viciously savagely
It kills the Light and celebrates.

Imagine it
The Light’s death
Begins a chain reaction.
Suddenly other lights begin to shine
Small at first
Then bigger and bigger.
The first Light’s revival begins the revolution
It leaves promising to return.
Now the new lights plunge into the darkness
More lights join
For everyone that falls more take its place
This goes on for centuries
But then disaster.

Imagine it
The lights grow complacent
They stop seeking striving fighting
Instead they grows dim
The darkness doesn’t fear them
Now it’s the darkness harassing the lights
The lights have forgotten to fight back
They take it
When will the lights take back their place?
When will they stand and fight
When will they remember it’s all or nothing?
The darkness wants them dead
When will they be?
A light in the dark
 Dec 2015 Christiana Krump
ji
I tremble at the thought
that you might get drunk
with too much of me,
and that my sweet-bitterness
that you once so craved
just start running stale;
that you'd wake up
with a hangover to
some other different ale.
//122915
If I had to give you a codename,
I would make it steadfast.
You never back down on what you feel is right,
even if I say otherwise.
Our friendship is built on that bedrock;
no matter the earthquakes or storms
it will stay standing.
I know you’ll never leave,
and you know I’ll be there when you need me
and even when you don’t.
We don’t agree on everything,
But one thing is true.
Our lives are better since we came together.
So here’s to whatever life throws at us
because mountains and shadows
are always there when the smoke clears.
For the other person who helped make me who I am.
The light you bring to our friendship
is indescribable. It’s like a melody
that makes me smile every time I hear.
You could’ve burned me from the start,
but instead showed a gentle glow.
It allowed me to gain a deeper
and larger view of the world.
We walk different paths,
see life in different ways,
but make each other better.
Remember you’re powerful enough to burn
through all the storms of life.
To one of my best friends
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