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Jul 2020 · 563
"maybe next time"
haley Jul 2020
you are
sitting there,
watching me
from the sidelines,
sipping on your lemonade,
telling me that
I can make it through

the blood
the sweat
&
the tears

however
when the timer runs out
you say
"maybe next time"
'cause the goal still wasn't made
Aug 2018 · 568
(116)
haley Aug 2018
you couldn’t imagine
the
pains all over

Being
Fixed rigid
from
The
Shot

Another
pain in my gut
A horrible throb, throb, throb

it seemed to me that
I could not
Even if I tried to
Get
Out of the line of fire
blackout poetry from A Clockwork Orange, page 116.
Feb 2018 · 404
Vulnerability
haley Feb 2018
I can hear him knocking at the door
I feel the rhythm of the beating in my chest and head.

It overwhelms me, bleeding down into my core,
my heartstrings hanging by a single thread.

I cannot handle your lingering presence anymore.

I am exhausted from a constant state of dread;
an endless game of tug of war
contemplating all of the things I’ve left unsaid.

Compiling a collection of unfinished memoirs
abandoned and stranded in my mind instead.

He is here, choosing which wounds to reopen into deeper sores
I lay awaiting the temporary passage of this bloodshed.
Feb 2018 · 1.6k
Dejected
haley Feb 2018
This heavy feeling in my chest sinks
while eyes like wells swell and stream down in streaks
I lay awakened in the darkness
as it wraps around my sudden sadness
It holds me here, constricted;
by my own self I am convicted
to this cell, a hell I call home,
the only place I have ever roamed
The ghost of my past haunts me,
a never-ending reminder of what once was and what could be
Lost: in space, in time, in thought
I am the forgotten and distraught
Nov 2017 · 478
The Senses
haley Nov 2017
SMELL
my favorite, old,
yet loved book;
the yellowed pages
bent at the corner
as bookmarks,
and
margins full of notes

SEE
a young adult
with a goofy aura,
a gentle smile,
and
an adventurous look
that never leaves your eyes

TASTE
your kisses
are addicting
and
sweet like honey

TOUCH
soft
and
tender
yet
aggressively intimate

HEAR
your voice
calm and relaxing,
your laughter
is music to my ears
and
authentic

FEEL
(as this is different from touch)
warm
and
cozy,
it comforts me,
safe
and
protected,
on a rainy day indoors
curled into your arms


home is where the heart is
and
it beats for you
to the love of my life
Nov 2017 · 760
Till Death Do Us Part
haley Nov 2017
in your honey golden eyes
the sweetness I must see
matches the beauty of a sunrise
over a vast and endless sea

you are as ever changing
as the moon's many phases
yet while we continue aging
I catch those same loving gazes

youthfulness at its finest
we grow a garden of hearts;
from low points to the highest
till death do us part
to the love of my life
Nov 2017 · 353
Lost in the Void
haley Nov 2017
As I am falling backwards,
time and energy escape
my ever so desperate grasp

Yet I am made of matter,
it does not occur that I do
to anyone in the surrounding rooms

and I feel alone

The existence I am in space
only feels like another waste
of this mortal potentiality

and I am sorry
Jul 2017 · 800
Enchantress
haley Jul 2017
A woman full of menace and desire;
Freckles laced upon a pale complexion,
wide eyes colored a misty sapphire,
and ink-like locks resting in opposition.

As an artist amidst her painted skin
she dreamt of love and moonlit nights,
confidence arose from a source within
while summoning her mystical insights.

Masses of books sprawled across a desk,
drawings with notes and candles afire,
a scene she considered quite picturesque;
a place of confinement in which she conspired.

A woman who is known by many monikers:
sorceress, occultist, clairvoyant, bewitcher.
In the form of Shakespearean sonnet rhyme scheme
Jul 2017 · 609
Control
haley Jul 2017
Some days I feel the need to express
how I feel through words on a page
but instead I retreat, nonetheless,

to a darkness of solitude
where I tend to spend my time
concentrating on one’s fortitude.

Lethargically indifferent as I seem,
it is a façade that deeply masks
the emotions within my bloodstream.

The idol of being a helpless maiden
has eluded me of my reality;
For I keep myself barricaded in

this lonesome, desolate lair,
protected by my own unfortunate mind,
dwells as a pit of endless despair.

Shall I ever awake from such a dream
composed of awful, evil things
or is this, perhaps, the new regime?
Jun 2017 · 486
once again
haley Jun 2017
lately the days have felt — long;
long with a touch of sadness
but this touch leaves more than a fingerprint;
an imprint soaking into the depths of my skin
like a drop of dark ink spreading through
a glass of once-clear water, now poisoned.
while the nights feel cut short,
the darkness fills me with bittersweet comfort.
it is calm, cool, and quiet and i am as content
as i am when the sunlight kisses my shoulders,
the warmth eases my tired soul
but it does not remove the ache in my chest.
the crackle of vinyl records
spark long awaited inspiration,
yet no words form and
no image paints this blank canvas.
an artist stuck in their own mind
does not make them less of one,
however,
the emptiness is a haunting void;
a sickness barricading creativity
from the so desired expression
craving to satisfy a blooming universe;
an overpowering slump — thick tar covers me
i am unable to move; it squeezes tighter
as i try to escape this entity
i want to scream but i choke on my words
while gasping for a small breath of air
i sink down
engulfed and surrounded
i regain composure as i close my eyes and drift.
the morning will soon come
and the song will repeat once again
Jun 2017 · 415
When I Was Younger
haley Jun 2017
I hated the color yellow;
too wasteful
too bright

I hated the color pink;
too "girly"
too weak

but now that I've
grown & matured
I have learned to
love & appreciate
the color I can see

Yellow
has become
sunflowers,
a vinyl box,
& a picture frame

while

Pink
has become
candles,
dyed hair,
& your lips
Jun 2017 · 343
Untitled
haley Jun 2017
it's no wonder
people like you end up in hell

the flames will melt your

cold
cruel
heart

into the tears
of those you've made cry

the ashy smoke
will make your eyes

swell
with
water

just the same
Jun 2017 · 436
secondhand love
haley Jun 2017
you cannot
create
something

and then just
abandon
it

because
I will
not
walk a
one-way street

and if you think
planting kisses
on my
lips
will keep this alive

then you are
pathetic

because
I am
not
a love machine

that you
can fill up
with
spare change

just to
empty
your pockets
Jun 2017 · 582
Being in Love Again
haley Jun 2017
makes me feel
brand new.
My breath was stolen &
                                                                ­                                                  I'm
utterly speechless.
Missing you feels
like an eternal death;
                                                          ­                                                  Afraid
I may not wake,
but your kisses
give me life.
                                                           ­                                                     You
are my reality,
my world,
my universe.
At times, I wonder if I
                                                               ­                                                 Will
ever feel whole again.
Yet as this stupid smile you
                                                             ­                                                Leave
spreads across my face,
I have begun to understand
why you love it so much.
Poetry style influenced by Ellen Hopkins
Mar 2017 · 543
Absurdistic
haley Mar 2017
As I am falling backwards,
time and energy escape
my ever so desperate grasp

Yet I am made of matter,
it does not occur that I do
to anyone in the surrounding rooms

and I feel alone

The existence I am in space
only feels like another waste
of this mortal potentiality

and *I am sorry
Jan 2017 · 312
n o v e l l a s
haley Jan 2017
there are so many books
scattered, unread, overlooked

throughout my bedroom
and it fills me with gloom

to see the untouched art
created from the deepest of hearts

left to linger on the cold floor
for the rest of their days, unexplored
Dec 2016 · 910
Canto III
haley Dec 2016
Ascending to the second layer,
a stench of nauseating breath
expands across the zephyr.

I attempt to avoid a cough
and the opaque fog thickens
as we reach an abrupt drop-off.

Depicted below are frantic beings
who have only the remembrance of
anxiety, torment, and panicked feelings

hiding amongst the remaining rubble
in a soft whisper they beg for mercy,
neglecting against their fatal,

violent destruction on the vitality of the innocent.
The scent swells to an intense sickening
along with the dryness of incalescence.

A low growl begins to rise!
Traveling across the infinite distance,
a foul creature comes to brutalize.

The petrified beings cower in their hideouts
and I hold my breath carefully as
three giant, damp, and cold snouts

emerge from the heavy smog.
A rush of frigid wind washes over
and I come to realize, it is the Watchdog.

One risks a dangerous error
in the act of running to the void, but
the motion distracts the devious hunter.

He strikes and pins the immoral,
viciously tearing the flesh to pieces.
Finally, taking him in the muzzle

Cerberus violently tosses the limp body
for it no longer contains value nor interest.
And I ask my Lover very faintly:

“What becomes of the one enduring torture?”
And he, nonchalantly: “Don’t worry, my dearest.
They have yet to regain their composure.”

As we escape from the horror below
to the unknown exceeding cruel,
the dying mortal begins to regrow.
Dec 2016 · 671
Canto II
haley Dec 2016
Upon entering the vast crystal dome
we venture through the endless
that such vile creatures call home.

Before me, occurring a ghastly sight
of those cursed to these depths
are confined to the blackest night.

Embedded into the surrounding walls,
irregularity complicates the network
when one wanders the immortal halls

of a timeless place that captures its victims
to intensify the thoughts inside their head,
eluding the state of true mortem.

With heavy rope held agonizingly tense
woven within their eyes and mouth
blocking all intellection of the sense,

the creatures meander aimlessly forevermore
nervous and cautious of their movements,
bloodied and grimy from the soot-ridden floor.

I question my Lover out of curiosity:
“Why must these souls dwell in a daunting
labyrinth without physical perceptivity?”

And the Lover addressed sweetly: “My one and only,
Greed is a moral infection of the human mind,
be wary of the heart and the desire Lustfully.”

He then turned, and I followed him through
up to a Beast whom I would not dare test
for he validates the lack of your virtues.
Dec 2016 · 497
Canto I
haley Dec 2016
Awoken in a wood of dark and eerie
I find myself alone and lost with
an arising feeling of anxiety

amidst the ash in the thick air
that leaves a sour and bitter taste,
filling my lungs with despair.

The sudden unbearable heat
from the lifeless forest around me
pulses like a heartbeat.

As I walk beneath the scorched and rotten
to discover my Lover isolated before me
in a world where I am forgotten.

Dolan, my Dearest, effortlessly strides
towards the distraught, roaming soul
and with a saddened lack of pride

he speaks to me calmly and awaits
for the precise explanation as to
“Why have you strayed from our fate?”

Despite the uncomfortable torridity
I manage to utter a sentence or two:
“I do not wish to trouble thee!

You see, for I have no recollection
of where I could possibly envision,
for us, the proper direction.”

My guide then willfully took my hand
leading me to a massive, clear sphere in which
controls the eternity of the ******.
Jun 2016 · 436
Untitled
haley Jun 2016
i like to create art from broken things
and you are my favorite masterpiece

— The End —