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Ironatmosphere Mar 2014
One
You broke me into a thousand little pieces,
Because you would be happy with just one.
And now that you have it
You will keep it forever,
In a blue wooden box under your bed.

That smile on your face will now stay permanent,
Because you know that
Without it I can never be whole.
And you like your things
Just a little bit broken.
You took a piece of me
and I'm not sure
you'll ever give it back.
Ironatmosphere Mar 2014
Red fur
Black long socks
Almost floating
Through a palace of trees
Golden eyes gleaming
In the velvet night
Perfectly
Quiet
The fox says nothing.
Ironatmosphere Mar 2014
I should be happy my poetry is crap
Depression is food for poets
And I am just not broken enough
To be good
Ironatmosphere Mar 2014
And in the morning
I find myself
Wondering
Where did all of the saltwater come from?
Ironatmosphere Mar 2014
When I was little
my mama
told me
not to move,
to stay
at the same spot

She told me
I must stay still
if I ever get lost

She told me to wait
until
somebody finds me

so
that's what i've been doing
ever since
Are you on your way?
I am still waiting.
Ironatmosphere Mar 2014
I want the sun to appear on the sky and bury me in a blanket of rays
I want to dance while it turns the ground into a zebra
Stripes everywhere I step
I want to feel the fresh spring air smell the right amount of cold
I want to sing while shadows dance on my eyelashes
And I want to run
As fast as I possibly can
Till my face is as hot as the sun
and I can
finally
taste the spring
Ironatmosphere Mar 2014
They say that every road leads somewhere
And
To just keep going.
But I want nothing more than to lie down on the pale asphalt
And stare at the stars
Forever,
Because I can’t possibly believe that any moment,
Any other moment,
Big or small,
Could be any better
Than this.
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