growingpains: Poems

Oct 2017 · 609

growingpains Oct 2017

I don't need your bed
I've got my own room
I don't need your key
I've lived here since June

I've looked out the window,
Seen the sky in it's various states
I didn't mind about the wait
It made the sorrow go away

I've picked up a new hobby
As I sat in the lobby
To distract me of the sight
Of your insatiable appetite

I've avoided that floor
I've grown to like dismissing you, to ignore
Because you disable my progress,
Because you instigate my distress

But I've learned to gain confidence by the stairs
As I distanced myself from where you sat, on that chair
Because you use the elevator like you use people
You need to put weight on others to bring yourself up, on another level

#hotel #independent #confidence #distance

Oct 2017 · 267

Fire to the rain

growingpains Oct 2017

Fire to the rain

You were the rain, he was the fire
Although you had the power to diminish his light, you decided to let him shine brighter
As his head left his shoulders, as his flames soared higher
You forgot how much your tears could hold,
How much power was within your flow
You forgot about your voice,
About the strength within your core that came from up above and drenched the soils
You forgot about your own existence,
About your persistence
And now, you no longer smoke cigarettes
You flinch at the scent and your back is soaked with cold sweat
You remind yourself that you are the rain that flooded forest fires
But yet,
You still flinch at the sight of a lighter

#fire #rain #flames #poetry #poems #tears

Oct 2017 · 330

Colours

growingpains Oct 2017

Colours

I'm not ready to make it real yet, not ready to make it tangible yet
I don't even know what it is yet, I'm just certain that I'm frigthened
I convince myself that it isn't sacred,
That it has nothing to do with my faith
I convince myself that it'll go away and I'll be able to escape
Truthfully though, I don't even know what to do
Truthfully though, I don't want to allow myself to say it out of the blue
It could burn the images I've tried to build
Burn the comfort I've succeeded to achieve
With a fire vibrating shades of orange and red
Dismissing all the tears I've shed
But with that pool of purple, I wouldn't know how to handle it
I'd be rewarded with courage
But would still be bitter about the wounds, the damage
I don't even know what it is yet, I'm just certain that I'm scared
I don't know of what or of who,
Of how or of when
But I just know that I think about it until the days end
It shouldn't be so complicated and yet, here I am,
Incapable of admitting to myself who I really am

#confused #uncertainty #scared

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