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Isobel G Dec 2011
Maybe now you're standing tall,
But someday when you wake,
You'll find yourself lost once more,
Short of breath on your empty throne,
And when you take the shallow blade,
Buring through your skin,
Like you remember,
You'll miss me
©Nicola-Isobel H.      08.12.2011
Isobel G Oct 2011
So much more I needed to say,
I needed to know,
It's too late,

*You're just someone I used to know
©Nicola-Isobel H.       09.10.2011
Isobel G Oct 2012
I'm going to be somebody someday.

I'm going to matter, be something
worth the minute it would have taken to say 'hi'.

I'm going to be loved, more than just temporarily.

I'm going to be worth more than a birthday card
with no greeting, no hugs, no wishes.

I'm going to be somebody you can't touch,
Someone happy, somebody with someone to come home to.

I'm going to be someone, without you.
©Nicola-Isobel H.           09.10.2012
Isobel G Feb 2011
Hollow,
Loneliness sets in,
Resting in the intangible,
The rain falls,
Drenching our cores,
Sinking right through,
To your eyes,
Gentle, smiling eyes,
Unreadable,
How I wish,
I could see,
Something beyond the obvious
©Nicola-Isobel H.       11.02.2o11
Isobel G Jan 2011
I just want to feel,
Something else,
Something other than pain,
Something worth feeling,
Something beautiful and hopeful,
Even just for a day
©Nicola-Isobel H.     16.01.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
So many years,
Have come and gone,
But I still feel,
The same hollow feeling,
Eating away at my insides,
Somewhere beyond me,
Destroying my will to fight,
My reasons to live,
Forgotten
©Nicola-Isobel H.     05.01.2011
Isobel G Apr 2011
Sometimes,
I feel dead,
My fingertips,
Are blue and cold,

Sometimes,
I feel nothing,
Not even when he's here,
Beside me,

Sometimes,
I am hollow,
And only the pain,
Can mask the emptiness,

Sometimes,
I can't breathe,
And just as I begin,
To fade away,
Something pulls me back
©Nicola-Isobel H.     15.04.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
Maybe I'll just bleed,
For a moment,
So the pain will be,
Somewhere visable
©Nicola-Isobel H.     14.01.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
Looking up,
To the clouds,
Bearing my soul,
To the Summer sky,
Bleeding,
Under the dome,
Of perfect blue,
Fractured but serene,
Because he feels,
So real,
So honest,
Nothing like I've known,
But so much more
©Nicola-Isobel H.     16.01.2011
Isobel G Dec 2014
I only want you to
touch me one last time; to let me
forget myself.
©Nicola-Isobel H.     22.12.2011
Isobel G Jul 2012
Even  though they hurt,
if   you  pull  them   out
you         will        bleed.
©Nicola-Isobel H.           08.07.2012
Isobel G Jan 2011
Spring birds cry,
Where she sleeps,
A silent scream escapes,
His dripping lips,
Slowly, her tears form,
At the sound,
Too fast the night is gone,
Taking him with the burnt-out stars,
To a lonely place
©Nicola-Isobel H.     06.01.2011
Isobel G Feb 2012
Don't  you  wish   we
could drink red wine
on    the    sand    and
watch  it   run   under
our    fingers,   in   our
blood, washed  up  in
the sand   like    stains.
©Nicola-Isobel H.         16.02.2012
Isobel G Jun 2016
When I meet your eyes
Wagner's thundering drums
fill my ears in a burst;
the symphonic waves
wash over my whole body
as I trace your skin
and the strings soften
into a delicate prelude,
simmering in my chest
as I breathe you in.
It's almost unbearable,
but the building sensation
of the sweeping harmonies
is intoxicating, all-consuming,
just as the feeling of you against
my skin and the warmth of you
on my tongue; the vision of you
from above, utterly devours my senses.
©Isobel G
H.        06.06.2016

This poem was inspired by Wagner's Prelude and Liebestod from the opera Tristan und Isolde.
Isobel G Jan 2011
I need not look,
Upon the face of the stars,
To feel their brightness,
Upon my fair cheek
©Nicola-Isobel H.     03.01.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
Humming to the static,
Of the phone lines,
Words on the tip of our tongues,
That neither can say,
Afraid to let slip,
Words too honest,
For this conversation,

Keeping to the small talk,
The endless string,
Of meaningless words,
I hear you draw breath,
Over the static fuzz,

And those beautiful words,
Escape your lips,
In a blur,
Your nervousness echoing through the distance,
You're too stunned to breathe,

Time is passing,
Too slowly for your impatient heart,
Awaiting my reply,
But don't you know,
You shouldn't worry
©Nicola-Isobel H.     07.01.2011
Isobel G Apr 2011
I want to help you,
Please don't push me away,
I need you,
I want you to stay,
I'll still be here,
We don't have to change
©Nicola-Isobel H.       17.04.2011

Yes, I am attempting to rhyme for some unknown reason.
Isobel G Jun 2011
Stay a little longer,
The sun's still in the sky,
Wait another moment,
You don't have to leave just yet,
Close your eyes,
And remain beside me,
It takes everything,
To say goodbye
Isobel G Oct 2011
Tell me,
Do I smell of poison,
You never minded before,
I guess I took it too far,
The taste is too much now,
You always liked that,
I never thought you'd change,
Just notice for once,
I'm still the same
©Nicola-Isobel H.        23.10.2011
Isobel G Jan 2012
It's all barren and wasted,
Your skull has lost it's fabrication,
Flaking like old paint,
And leaking cancer,
From between the severed skin,
Where you pulled out your stitches,
And I sewed them again,
So maybe you'd stop breathing through water,
But you didn't see me anyway
©Nicola-Isobel H.        09.01.2012
Isobel G Apr 2015
I broke one of my dad's razors.
I couldn't stand it anymore,
so I picked it apart with
my scissors and pulled away
the deformed plastic frame.
I stole the glimmering blade
and bent it like paper
between my fingers.
I was intoxicated by the
sight of it. I pressed it
tentatively against my skin,
like the feather light touch
of a lover, and caressed my
veins with it's edge.


I can't stop.
©Nicola-Isobel H.     03.12.2014
Isobel G Apr 2012
I can feel your fingers,
Grazing my edges
©Nicola-Isobel H.      04.04.2012
Isobel G Apr 2011
A rainbow sky,
From violet,
And marigold,
To tourmaline hues,
A golden moon,
With streetlight stars
©Nicola-Isobel H.      06.04.2011
Isobel G Jun 2011
I never asked you,
For anything,
I never let you,
See me cry,
I never called you,
When I was alone,
I never bled,
For you,
You never held me,
When I needed you,
You never tried,
To stop me,
You're not sorry,
Strike me while I'm down
©Nicola-Isobel H.     14.05.2011
Isobel G Jan 2021
The way your acoustic fingers
drum over my skin;
I'm slick with your rhythm.
My heart beats a steady chord
in harmony with your sway,
our hips like reeds moving
swiftly with the wind
to the penultimate crescendo.
©Isobel G.     30.01.2021
Isobel G Oct 2012
Sometimes, the world pours from my eyes
and all light escapes me.
©Nicola-Isobel H.              28.10.2012
Isobel G Jan 2011
I've thought about it,
For years now,
Sometimes for weeks on end,
The possibilities,
Nothing concrete,
Just the idea,
Just dreaming about the ways,
I could bring my world,
To a sudden and permanent stop,
Indulging in thoughts,
Of soft, brown earth,
Over my eyes,
As I watch the world,
From some place else,
Where the pain,
Can't eat away at my insides,
And reality is just a dream,
To my dimmly lit eyes,
Then, will they understand,
What they did to me,
That they cut too deep,
And took too much,
Despite all the warning signs,
The fatigue and distance,
My pale cheeks and thinning figure,
The loss of interest,
In all that I once loved,
The pure lifelessness,
So clear, so obvious,
That they were too blind and ignorant to see...

...Maybe I should,
Just so they will realise
©Nicola-Isobel H.     20.01.2011
Isobel G May 2012
The words evaporate
into an sunken exhale;
there is no phrase,
no uttering, that could bring
consolation.

The cars drive past my eyes,
I could run
                       between them
                                                   and
stop.

You're fading faster
than the light in the sky.
©Nicola-Isobel H.          03.05.2012
Isobel G Mar 2011
Sunlight grazes,
Soft and warm,
Subtle on my shoulder,
Paired with the sweetness,
Of summer air,
That touch becomes intoxicating,
Melting through the ice,
Of loneliness,
Evoking thoughts,
Of a gentler presence,
That breathes life,
Into my flooded lungs
©Nicola-Isobel H.       07.03.2011
Isobel G Feb 2011
Summer's emptiness,
Lengthens by the day,
Growing cold and dark,
The beginnings,
Of a desolate winter
©Nicola-Isobel H.       12.02.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
Summer,
It doesn't feel like Summer anymore,
The wind is ice cool,
The clouds grey and threatening,
No glittering leaves,
Nor bird-songs,
Because Summer's gone,
Without you
©Nicola-Isobel H.     07.01.2011
Isobel G Jun 2011
When it's quiet,
I can still hear your voice,
Soft and lingering,
Surrounding me,
I can still feel you,
Faded yet fixed,
In my mind,
Your hands,
Cool on my skin,
And your arms around me,
Reality dawns,
Suns become stars,
You're gone,
When I most need you,
To stay
©Nicola-Isobel H.     31.05.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
People say you're a failure,
That nothing good will come of you,
But they don't know you,
Like I do,
In my eyes,
You would be Superman,
If you could fly,
You do so much,
Expecting so little in return,
Saving the world,
One broken heart at a time,
I'm even beginning,
To believe, one day,
You'll fix me
©Nicola-Isobel H.       23.01.2011
Isobel G Dec 2011
You are not your own,
Surrender
©Nicola-Isobel H.     8.12.2011
Isobel G Jun 2011
Street lights for stars,
And smokey air,
Fogging the black curtains,
Of the sky,
I'm surrounded by night,
While I long for the day
©Nicola-Isobel H.     01.06.2011
Isobel G Dec 2010
Please, hold my hand,
Distract my weary, hazel eyes,
From the tick tock of the clock,
Excelerate my fleeting heart rate,
With your crooked smile,
Fill my head with lyrics,
To the melody of this moment,
And my stomach with butterflies,
Trapped and longing,
Fluttering their fragile wings,
Whenever you honour me,
With the utterance of a single fragment,
Of a syllable,
Like a lullaby, trangqulizing my busy mind,
With sweet, spoken thoughts
©Nicola-Isobel H.     30.12.2010
Isobel G Jun 2016
I'm in love with the curl
of your upturned lips;
hanging on the rich, smokey timbre
of your breathy words.
I'm tracing all the lines of your fingerprints
with my eyes
as I sink into the imprint
of your kisses on my skin.
©Nicola-Isobel H.          30.05.2016
Isobel G Jan 2011
Take me somewhere,
Where this pain will take my place,
In Death's cold hand
©Nicola-Isobel H.     03.01.2011
Isobel G Jun 2011
Take me with you,
When you dream,
I can't stand,
To see you close your eyes
©Nicola-Isobel H.     27.05.2011
Isobel G Dec 2010
Say these tears don't mean a thing,
And I will run back to you,
Say theses tears mean nothing,
So I can fall down with you,
Speak the words like they are real,
And tears will cease to fall,
You say broken hearts have never cried,
But I know the change in your voice,
When you lie
©Nicola-Isobel H.     28.12.2010
Isobel G Nov 2011
My name across his chest,
In whiter-than-flesh ink,
That pulled his skin,
Like gravity,
Into each letter,
Blistered on one end,
With sunburn,
Forged sharp with his smile,
Brown eyes downcast,
The fleshy tattoo scars
©Nicola-Isobel H.       08.11.2011
Isobel G Feb 2011
Holding my breathe,
To prevent the tears,
Spilling into free-fall,
And struggle to maintain,
A blank expression
©Nicola-Isobel H.      08.02.2011
Isobel G Apr 2011
Tell me how,
To numb the pain,
To fill the emptiness,
And stop the bleeding
©Nicola-Isobel H.     15.04.2011
Isobel G Oct 2011
Another empty bottle,
Found my sorrows at the bottom,
Sleeping off the sunrise,
Fueling the fire
©Nicola-Isobel H.      23.09.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
I am thankful,
For the rain,
As it drowns out,
The silence
©Nicola-Isobel H.      26.01.2011
Isobel G May 2013
I do not love you at all.

You're nothing more than a nuisance, a wound
that does not scab for days, stinging
and scarring - the excess ink smudging
my palm, grey scuff on white plaster.

You are no thorn in my side, merely
the splinter snapped at the skin after
several failed attempts of removal.

Loose thread, forgotten lyric, dripping tap,
incessant beeping, flickering fluorescent light
on a dim, graffitied train, spray painted
in "*******"'s, typo on the final draft.

I don't love you, never loved you at all.
©Nicola-Isobel H.          14.05.2013
Isobel G Jan 2011
I just wanted to say,
Thank you,
For taking me seriously,
When no one else did
©Nicola-Isobel H.     19.01.2011
Isobel G Feb 2011
I wake from emptiness,
Another day awaiting,
Pulling me from dreamlessness,
But this is not,
Just another day,
It it the day,
The one where the phone,
Screams from the wall,
And the voice,
Over the humming of static,
Whispers the words,
I've dreaded for so long,
It is that phone call,
It is that day,
That I wake to,
The day when existence,
Is aimless,
And tears accompany,
The morning rain,
Full of sorrow and regret,
All the while,
Hopelessness comsumes me,
As I think of all the words,
I never said,
And pray,
That the cruel sun,
Will have the decency,
To remain hidden,
Behind the clouds
©Nicola-Isobel H.      05.02.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
If you believe that word called "love",
Even when it's whispered in your ear,
So honest and gentle,
It'll blow your world to pieces,
'Til you bleed over the sunsets,
With that word like broken glass,
Cutting through your open heart,
The only love you've ever know,
Only aiming to let go
©Nicola-Isobel H.     07.01.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
You call to me,
From above,
Patience riddled with desperation,
While I slumber,
Waiting in Death's anxious hand,
Your gentle voice awakens something,
I thought it to be dead,
But hope arises,
I thought us both conquered,
But you breathe air,
Into my fragile lungs,
Reviving lost hope,
Stealing me away,
From Death's inpenetrable clutches,
With your passion
©Nicola-Isobel H.     01.01.2011
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