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234 · Jun 2018
Everybody Loves You.
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
Oh Lou,
You raise words we fear to say,
with tender and gentle vocals,
how do you hold such grace with words?
The taste of the bitterness they spread,
coat it in sugar and feed it us again,
with your lipstick coated smile.
Lou, kind hearted, elgant Lou,
the things I would sacrifice for you,
dignity and face,
I’ll offer them blind.
Dear angelic Lou of skies,
nothing wrong could come from your lips,
if accused the accusation, words shall die,
For your life is more important than mine.
I have never wrote an ode to myself, it was almost awkward to create. Admittedly, this was an attitude some people have given me in the past. Don’t get me wrong, I love my fans to this day, but there are some people you meet who think you have to be a 100% right all the time in order to be their friend, one mark of darkness and you are a bad, bad person with no aim of redemption. Which is tragic.

I am someone for forgiveness, I think we should always forgive people even if they’ve hurt us very badly, so we, ourselves can heal; by forgive, I do not mean befriend them, I simply mean, acknowledge they did something bad and aim to work out what is best for the situation.

The bitter and sugar refers to how I’ve encountered some horrible people and how I always try my hardest even with the worse of people, to find the best in them, sometimes you can get somewhere and the path to emotional healing can begin for them, other cases, you can get some stubborn individuals who refuse to acknowlege they are in any kind of wrong at all. So I suppose, this poem is majorly about ego and how sometimes it can be destructive to cut yourself short or praise yourself too highly, too things I have majorly suffered with throughout my life.

I did alter the last line when re-reading it, from mentioning my name again to “Your life is more important than mine”, solely because I feel sometimes when people share a reputation of any kind and a nice following, they sometimes belittle themselves over the success of the other.

I am always saddened when people compare themselves to those of higher popularity, but I think it’s very common for those with insecurities to do so, I just hope one day they can love themselves just as much as they love these people they look up to.
232 · Sep 18
Sick
Louisa Coller Sep 18
Sometimes people paint you in ink,
Thick black layers of mind tricks.

Sometimes people try to paint,
Over your insecurities and mistakes.

My migraines are clouds,
Distorting my mind.

My emotions feel empty,
I'm numb to this life.

I played with fire,
So my skin was burnt.

I jumped in the ocean,
I felt my lungs fill up.

Depression and obsession,
I feel sick to the core.

Flat line my love,
My mind is abnormal.
228 · Jul 2023
Pre-Christmas
Louisa Coller Jul 2023
How will my Christmas be this year,
When the one I was excited to see,
Won't be under my tree.
227 · Dec 2016
Unmerged.
Louisa Coller Dec 2016
Embarrassed by surrounding,
it's simple as can be.
Happiness just simply isn't meant for me.
While you all cheer in absolute delight,
I'll try to force through another night.
222 · May 2018
This Is Why I Need You.
Louisa Coller May 2018
I am terrified to the belief of silence, the thought of social suicide,
glances towards you and back, leave streaks of warmth and shivers of fright.

The bronze medal eye shine fill my hope day by day while the petals fall forward,
my heart swoons over the award of life, praying each day to last longer in sight.

You hid carefully behind shades of roses, but the petals kept falling,
my eyes of green seep emotions untold to fuel a gaze of glazed truth burning me.

Smiling towards me with your daily mood of cheer, while my heart aches a little,
for I share an admiration stronger than cheer, I know for a fact, this love holds me hostage.

So I walk calmly forward into this forest blindfolded, holding a string to unknown,
while many follow me carelessly wondering on and on,
I feel my heart drip away from the heat towards the cold.

They see the raindrops as moments of hidden daylight, yet I run into the puddled fantasy,
I wonder if you notice the rain feels warmer this time around, as you smile gratefully.

Shades of purple fall on us both, but the petals are all gone,
This is the truth coated in shades of blue,
as I serenade to you, taking my mask off for a final time.
Named after the song 'This Is Why I Need You' a song, I desire, treasure and hits close to home for me.
220 · Jun 2018
Pray For Her
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
The rush began, they kicked him out last night,
the man can’t wait, his heart is pounding.
It’s finally happening, the day is clearer,
the man is becoming a father.

The radio chants a name in delight,
the man hears it, but is still in fright.
He rushes past the crowded place,
yearning to find his loved one’s face.

She’s exhausted,
her breathing worked up,
but she couldn’t be happier when she arrived.
The day was stressful, but she was pleased to see,
her young daughter finally.

Only one eye showed, open and clear,
but soon enough the doctors came near.
“There’s a problem miss, please take care--”,
her innocent look became a glare,
sobs are streaming,
“Please tell me she’s there!”.

The room is silent and the doctor is baffled in stare,
“Miss, your child, she’s perfectly fine, it’s you we fear.”
She felt peace in her mind.

To think she laid down the first night as my mother,
blessed to hear that I would live another.
We were happy and filled with glee,
we live to this day happily.
As obvious as it can be, ‘Pray for Her Girl’ is about my birth. My Father was told to leave at night, while my Mother was in labour. The next day came and they both saw little me!

I wanted to include this into the poem as it felt sentimental and sweet. I see the poem as a basic introduction to my life and the poems up ahead.

The radio is an important factor as my parents named one of my middle names after a song my Father had heard on the radio.

My Mother apparently was so worried about me being potentially hurt at my birth, she didn’t realise when the doctors had came in to discuss my birth, it wasn’t me who was in need of help, it was her.
I thought that it really showed how much my Mother loved me before I was born, anticipating me to come into the world. I know deep down, she always wanted a little girl, so I guess I was what she wanted at the time.
I did try to base this poem on a rather Epic form solely because I loved the storyline layout, it almost has a rather fairytale opening to the poetry book as a whole, I don’t think I’ve ever given Epic an attempt before, but I do think first time, I could do better, but it definitely came out sounding rather loving, which I think I still personally count as a win.
218 · Jun 2018
Paperwork.
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
I
have to
get up and
shut up, and work
on my paperwork, they aren't here, it's fine
I'll get through this night, some friends they stay but
not all walk out
with a sigh
just get
by
I had just lost someone I considered a ‘love of my life’, I lost some friends, others started genuinely picking on me. I was livid. I know it wasn’t the friend I had the conflict with in particular, but I envied someone I knew for the worst thing ever.

Not having emotion.

I wanted to limit myself, I wanted to stop feeling because I felt maybe my feelings were the reason why everything tore itself apart (when in reality, it was faults on both sides, including mine).  I discovered a new love, work. I actually adore work to this day, but I know sometimes I do have to restrict myself otherwise it becomes an unhealthy amount.

During this time, my channel started becoming viral (or more or less, it was very active) and in reality it was a lot to handle at a younger age; It’s why whenever I see younger youtubers leave, I can understand why they do.  

One thing that bothered me for years to come was the fact someone a long time ago stated I was always playing ‘Victim’ when in reality that individual barely acknowledged me as a person. So, I actually thought I was in the wrong and tried to stop feeling, everything. It nearly worked.

The saddening thing is how much people can impact insecure individual’s lives. I was severely insecure at this point of time and saying these things left me to believe I was always the problem, even when I wasn’t. So when I started limiting my emotions, it became almost easier to ‘Get over it’.

But I missed it all! I missed being happy at something I liked! Hating something I hated! I loved those emotions, but at one point it genuinely felt impossible to feel most of those emotions. Depression didn’t help either, as much as I hate to say that.
217 · Oct 2018
Everything is Fiction.
Louisa Coller Oct 2018
Sharp daggers ripping into the jawline of a motherly soul,
tearing the seems of a perfectly knitted lifeline of red thread.
We gaze at the beautiful clouds above us,
even if they are the darkest shade of blue and grey.

It hurts before the grey, the colours dripping away,
down the pavement into the drains where they stay.
The palette in the sky splashes and twists,
it twists more than the pain in my side.

Fiction isn't real my mind taunts me angrily,
but fiction becomes real if we just imagine a little longer.
For the fragments of make-believe become reality,
Don't believe me? Look around you.
214 · Jul 2018
Perfection.
Louisa Coller Jul 2018
Vulnerability and sensitivity,
forgotten in my memories,
left to decease amongst my bitter mind.

Optimism can be a solution for a lifetime,
happiness through virtue and materialistic belief,
yet this bittersweet taste won’t leave my lips.

Writing of a virtual fantasy to take over,
while I screech at others to remain realistic,
it’s foolish to believe it’s only an idea – not a dream.

Entrances of desire can be discovered on trampling triumphs,
I wish to wear these heels of hope towards the platinum kingdom,
yet must I tear away the typewriter to write with my fingertips instead?

Embarrassment discovered through emotional outbursts of immaturity,
apologies scattered within forests of no sounds, reverbs or life itself,
leave me in both a desired yet painstaking isolation of romantic fantasies.

Mind reading is impossible to the ignorant egotistical individual,
assumptions lead to the destruction of blooming lotus flowers on a tainted feeling,
for honesty’s beauty is desirable – only under management of the mature one.

For the mindset of two cannot be replaced through absent-minded behaviour,
through words of the time, dreams of past lives, an ocean of hope mixed in with sour taste,
the skies show illustrations of words collected throughout time – not our goodbyes.
213 · Feb 2018
Reminder
Louisa Coller Feb 2018
Red silk strips surround her eyes,
her mouth begins to tell more lies.

Blinded by love, ambition and lust,
the feminine figure is gullible to trust.

Horned figures lay in the dark,
they obtain your touch, but destroy your heart.

Blue concrete breaks and shout,
throwing tantrums all about.

Rainbows falling showing to care,
lie behind walls, just beginning to stare.

The full moon soars through the sky,
thinking they understand the world we pass by.

But you don't know, what you never even
tried to know.
You don't know what you
lied about knowing.
Don't try to act
like you know my wounds
when you held the knife
from the start.
210 · Jan 2016
Sad.
Louisa Coller Jan 2016
We depend on you.
We glaze our eyes to you only,
when will you move your lips once again?

We depend on you.
We don't know how long we'll be waiting,
but please remember our heartbeats wishing for you.
209 · Jun 2018
Everything’s Okay.
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
Older friends came back into my life again,
I felt honoured to have people forgive me for my mistakes,
happiness flying higher than paper planes.

I hope one day to sit nearby a lake,
to consider it a home to scents of mystery,
remembering the past watching as my heart breaks.

Learning lessons from our history,
to keep me re-evaluating each night,
got to keep balance as this road is slippery.

The future seems so bright,
yet we hold our fate close to our heart,
praying for more than just the light.

I display my soul in art,
hoping I’ve done my part.
Even in life when I lost most of my friends or failed at things, I learned to get up again, which might not be a lot to some, but to me, it was incredible. Many people have always told me that you have to fail multiple times to get a success; I couldn’t agree more.

My friends mean the world to me.  People might not really realise, but for me to call you a friend is a very big compliment on my behalf because I love my friends like family.

I love doing art, I will always do artwork, no matter what, I’ve been drawing since I was a child and I’ve continued drawing as an adult.

Many people really don’t know what other people are a 100% going through, sometimes we can’t always compherend what they are going through either. I’m not saying my life was severely hard, I still have a family who love me, friends who love me and an audience who anticipate my proper return. I am loved. I just believe everyone’s struggles are very different to one another’s.
For this poem, I tried my best to attempt creating a terza rima. It was quite interesting and most likely one of the easier forms to learn to write in my personal opinion.
208 · Sep 2023
Why Speak?
Louisa Coller Sep 2023
I give my heart the best I can,
Fluttering my feathers inside with glee,
Yet when I speak it is met with me - Silence.

A long everlasting love affair,
Working hard each day with a new pain,
Yet when I speak it is met with me - Silence.

A family tree extended consistently,
A new face along with a name,
Yet when I speak it is met with me - Silence.

You want me to express myself?
I'm sorry, your light and heart is important,
Yet when I speak, I've just learned not to,
I'm giving up not on myself, but you.
208 · Jun 2018
Headlines!
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
dead reputation,
thanks to torn up flowerbed.
the roses are dead.
When I was younger, before doing artwork on my current account, I was very well known for very repetitive, badly crafted artwork which I did not really put that much effort into. I don’t always like to say it was bad because I do know people did like the art I made, but trust me when I say in the technical aspects, it was bad.

My artwork would often associate with roses and soon enough I was outcasted because I did not agree with somebody else. Soon enough, people noticed I wasn’t around very much. So then went forward, my attempt to befriend that person and hopefully have a truce.

Soon enough a fan of my artwork came to me, named Elizabeth. She stated she wasn’t happy with the way I was defending the girl I had originally disliked for being rude. I ignored her because I heard it was the best course of action. I was wrong.

I was then proceeded to be ‘ranted on’ or in other words be placed on public display for the rude behaviour I had shown, I came to realise I was not acting right. I was in fact, not being fair to everyone by biastly following this mean individual. I decided to cut ties with her and apologise to Elizabeth, in which I met my secondary friend, Heather.

We came together and talked and soon enough, we all began becoming friends. It is a true blessing to know, we are still friends to this day. I think they knew when they spoke to me, I wasn’t a bad person, I was just making a mistake blindlessly following a mean-hearted individual. I apologised to those I did wrong during the situation.

I was confused because some people were saying to ignore this group, to not talk to Elizabeth but in reality, I came to realise, that ignoring the issue made it worse. If you have a problem with someone it’s always best to battle that issue head-on.

The mean-spirited girl however, still to this day does not like me, even after multiple attempts to be-friend her and fix our bond. She now sees me as a two-faced backstabber, despite being openly honest to her about my feelings. However, sometimes, you just can’t please everyone.

This was the first time, I realised honesty was much more important than I had initally thought in my younger teen years.

This poem is structured in a Senryu form, it was interesting to write, definitely a bit of a puzzle to make, but I do believe it makes you think about what words are most important in a poem to prioritise.
206 · Jun 2018
Selfish.
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
lipstick can leave stains,
rooted deep within my soul.
Ocean eyes ran dry,
as the air around us all,
Our love has become detached.
When you play the game, it’s hard to get out of the game. Time passed and this perfect love at first sight began becoming faded. In truth, I was very concealed with how I felt, he wasn’t aware of how little he gave in contrast.

One person I really adored I ended up using pretty badly and shared a romantic love for them when hopes of my relationship had died, but I didn’t feel right. Essentially, I was so torn up and emotionally confused that it was selfish of me to consider dating as a whole at this time.

I took a break.

I did want it to work with my prior partner, but I lied to people, hurt people and in the end, I felt ashamed and embarassed of what I had done to everyone involved. Mixing shame and confusion is a bad time for anyone. It’s definitely not something fun to encounter.

I luckily still have my friend with me to this day and I treasure them as a friend. I do feel lucky to have my friends from many years prior come back into my life, but sometimes, you aren’t always ‘lucky’. So treasure those around you. Don’t do what I did, it was very narcissistic. I showed so little empathy and in the end that’s what left me alone.

Since then, this event taught me to treat people with respect, to not assume people’s lives are always ‘filled with sunshine’. I learnt to care for others as well as myself.

This poem is a Tanka poem, they are a little like haikus but they have a lot more syllables. I will admit, when researching I did notice sometimes Tankas show themes of nature alongside passion, so I wanted to really tackle a mixture of both.

Tankas weren’t easy to try first-time, I did enjoy some of the metaphors I used regarding the start of the poem. Definitely something I need to practice.

I did, reference an album I like a lot on purpose, I referenced Ocean Eyes which is an Owl City album I really adore.
198 · Feb 2018
Negative
Louisa Coller Feb 2018
They tell me to stop being so
negative
yet when I think about being
positive
it makes me even more
negative
so how come I can be
happy
but I can't be
sad
why is it acceptable to
smile
but not to
cry
why do we have to stay
strong
when there are moments we're
weak
and it's not realistically
bad
to feel
good
and
good
to feel
bad

They tell me to stop being so
negative
while they themselves are
negative
but little do they know that I find
positivity
in my
negativity
197 · Feb 2018
Yellow
Louisa Coller Feb 2018
The storytelling poetic, symbolic and exotic,
the heartbeats of many ambitions follow.

The story touched hearts, brought people to dance,
a sunlit harmony of bodies.

The pain and the grieve written through their teeth,
laid there in public display.

For many dance to the romantic trance,
her pain and memories will stay.
This is actually a poem inspired by how much I currently am in love with the film 'La la land' and how many people most likely think I love it only for the romantic tropes, but in realistic viewpoints, I actually admire their characters individually much more.

Mia shows a lot of emotions in the regards to how I feel when I lose someone in my life and in a way I wanted to subtly replicate that emotion I feel in contrast to the romantic trope-following emotion of the masses. Sometimes, people genuinely like something more than what people would expect for.
197 · Jun 2022
Drive my heart wild.
Louisa Coller Jun 2022
Silver linings break me apart,
Undeniably fragile in my mind.
Zealous or jealous? I'm not envious,
Uptight, maybe.

Kindly remind me that you,
Love me too.
196 · Aug 2023
Untitled
Louisa Coller Aug 2023
Static filled vision,
Rips my little ears to shreds.
My heart is stuck with cello tape,
Plastic touch to my fingertips.

Your name reminds me of her,
Which reminds me of summer days.

Your actions remind me of pain,
Stuck in my eyes for all days.
194 · Oct 2023
It Breaks Me Everyday.
Louisa Coller Oct 2023
Crisp senses, a sensation I crave,
I feel I still sense your face.

Your eyes, bright and blue,
A pair so beautifully unique to you.

The winter is approaching my cold heart,
I know you're not here but my heart begs.

A man of my mind, a curse of my making,
Strings attached to my weak eyes.

The tears are falling, what can I say?
I let the boy inside you run away.

It breaks me everyday.
193 · Jun 19
Sew My Lips Shut
Louisa Coller Jun 19
Mutual respect,
Distinguished taste,
Distinct and directed.

Mysterious fate,
Promises made,
Laid beneath the bed posts.

Roaring heart,
Fueled with flames,
But the fire went out.

Pleasured faces,
Darkest temptress,
Tears in my eyes.

Lie through hope,
Plead and beg until,
The words are too much.

The flowers have fallen,
Summer is ending,
You sewed my lips shut.
193 · Feb 2021
Sinful
Louisa Coller Feb 2021
A warm pinch, not painful.
Timid tingles, graceful lurking.
I think of your face, light-headed.
My mind is alluring.

I dream of your eyes, so dark and ripe.
Lips sealed, so tight.
My sinful night.
188 · Aug 2018
Melodies
Louisa Coller Aug 2018
I love melodies
playing loud through my headphones
but I like them more
when I convince you to hear
how much I love you in song.
A tanka about how much of a wonderful night I had with my new partner.
187 · Aug 2022
Hug
Louisa Coller Aug 2022
Hug
Why must
My brain become so
Confused and puzzled
By a simple
Hug
186 · Aug 2022
Will
Louisa Coller Aug 2022
Wondering forever in a trance,
Illusions of change followed as well.
Literature bruises left in her mind,
Longing nightmares ruin her nights.
Only she stays awake to dream,
Where she can finally be with him.
185 · Aug 2017
Spiralling.
Louisa Coller Aug 2017
Red streak within a void of complete despair,
my green eyes analyse almost everybody there.
I gaze upon a potential addiction while removing myself,
from the previous horrors I encountered with those eyes.

When I begin to speak words, I hope they help someone sorrowful,
when I myself was alone, I felt nothing but a void in my soul.
I rely heavily on the embrace of someone else,
which means I myself, am not someone to be admired for strength,
For I too obtain disgusting weaknesses encountered by humans morally.

When I look to myself through the words of anger, I come to realisation that every word I speak is spoken in exaggeration of a woman with issues.
Yet most of the time I can't even tell if I am a woman, girl or a male even at that,
But in a society where it doesn't matter, it almost makes me feel like I don't matter anyway.
A foolish thought to have when people see you raising out of a crowd, I'd agree,
however wherever you are in life, happiness is often defined by your feeling or brain.
My brain has decided years ago it mechanically would follow a path I didn't hope for,
yet here we are today and sometimes I wonder how I got this far.

When the people around me question or interrogate my feelings,
I suppose my emotions should feel a sense of relief yet critical thinking refuses to acknowledge this.
You can plaster me with your white lies of emotional affection,
however there is only so much white lies can do to heal a person.

It isn't about me in the end,
I live to remember those before me and those yet to come.
However, life to me is like a passive movie screen,
we watch, we distract and entertain and what happens at the end?
Who actually stays to watch the credits? Who stays... longer?

I almost envy those who are gifted with excessive amounts of time on the earth,
yet they deserve every element of happiness given with that extended time as those who live on,
are the ones who suffer the miserable of lives.
183 · May 2018
Untitled
Louisa Coller May 2018
A symphony made for those of wealth,
Left me anxious, aggravated and apart.
When they asked why, we sang.

Left me anxious, aggravated and apart.
Dreams follow us all with ambitions.
When they asked why, we sang.
I wish I could erase the world in between.

For you to be with me.
180 · Jun 2018
Music Notes.
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
Our world was filled with music
The way the beat would play on my heart strings
Characters of fiction were a comfort to the song
Memories interwined with my thoughts

The way the beat would play on my heart strings
Heroes of many cultures sang us many melodies
Memories interwined with my thoughts
My family joins together in one perfect harmony

Heroes of many cultures sang us many melodies
The instruments they play, the words the say
My family joins together in one perfect harmony
I want to write my own one

The instruments they play, the words the say
Characters of fiction were a comfort to the song
I want to write my own one
Our world was filled with music
My family and I are huge fans of music, my Dad is into a lot of Rock, original RnB, my Mother into a lot of Pop, my oldest brother, David would share an interest for electronic, techno, trap based music, Bryan shared a love for American Rock music in particular, Joe is into a lot of celtic, calm music and then of course, Me, I was just into a bit of everything, and admittedly when younger, a lot of Country music like my Grandfather.

Music is such a beautiful part of life, I could never have imagined a life without music. I don’t think I can even get through a day without wanting to listen to at least one song. As we’ve got older, my eldest brother moved to America, while my other older brother, Bryan is here in the UK.

Bryan has a huge interest for guitars like our father and I really do hope the best for him in pursuing a potential music career. I know deep down he can definitely do some incredible things and I love how my family was just brought up on loving music.

I used to write a lot of songs as a kid, before I got into a lot of poetry writing, I would write songs based on how I felt, concepts I found interesting and genuinely to this day have a low-key singer-wannabe.

I did perform vocally live before, sadly I never really had the confidence to pick up an instrument other than the recorder and some piano, I hope I can one day revisit music instruments though, I do love the idea of making music, I just have no idea where I would start with that.

When writing this poem, I decided to use Pantoum form, I thought it was quite intriguing to have a poem form like this where there is a lot of repetition, I personally think it adds a lot of appeal to the poem as well as creativity.

When you hear music and choruses, you often get a lot of lyrics stuck in your head and while going through life, it’s very clear to see, a lot of people have that and there is no surprise I was one of those people who would hum to a song and suddenly blurt out a chorus. Having that sense of repetition within the words, felt like I was acknowledging music choruses.
174 · Mar 2018
Memory
Louisa Coller Mar 2018
Droplets of petals all around,
silence for a moment before the sound.

The birds chirp louder than me because the time is alive,
a gift for we.

But, dare play a chord chalked in black,
there could be a potential we'll never come back.
This was inspired by Coco.
174 · Sep 2019
In The Best Of Ways.
Louisa Coller Sep 2019
And I feel sad or lost or hurt,
I tried to capture it like it's a painting,
then I wonder why it never works,
because it is impossible to ever make it work.

In order to make something,
you have to grab supplies from anywhere,
but I am chuffed and I am choked,
the strings they keep me bound here in my heart.

No matter what I do it will be dismissed,
no matter what I say it will be ignored,
unless it's too late and they have to listen,
so until they have to listen - I may as well be quiet.

The amount of objectification, sexism and racism,
it's all like a merry-go-round, a carousel,
it's never-ending, it's never-ending,
and it ***** that it's never-ending.

Because, it doesn't need to be never-ending.

It hurts to hear it though,
the amount of people who just assume so.
I guess they would with the way I display,
you'd think I wasn't one, anyway.

But I'm not, and I know that,
I think I've always known that,
in my heart something didn't feel right,
and yet here I am treating my body like a canvas.

But I'm more like a notebook.

I hope I can empty the notebook.

I feel like a machine, and yet I'm not immortalised,
a machine might stay the same forever,
maybe my files will corrupt,
maybe my memory will be wiped.

But there are some that don't,
but there are some that last.

I won't immortalise anything, will I?

I always had a hope, a sense of relief,
a moment of comfort and content by simply being me,
but I've been led to believe, that I am not good enough,
but if I lead to believe, maybe one day I would've been enough.

We shouldn't find the irrational a dismissive thing,
we should find it inspiring to think in a delusional state,
while everyone is stuck and believing what is real is static,
how can we move on when everything stays the same?

Time changes whether we like it or not, and yet,
here I become quiet and timid because I know deep down,
I too, can not say,
a single thing.

I am frustrated that I am the same as everyone else,
in how I act, but I bet deep down, there is this little voice,
tugging away at every single one of them,
whether good, or bad - or maybe in-between.

There are some that exist, who believe in good - are bad,
it costs too much, to watch the collapse of the world,
I had wished, dreamed, prayed and weep, dread and begged,
that one day someone else will hear my words and tell me...

That I was wrong in the best of ways.
174 · Jun 2022
Reach Forward
Louisa Coller Jun 2022
Arrogance isn't what I feel,
Forget the lies of others and their insecurities.

Flaunting my dignity as a shield,
Amused but exhausted by daily deeds.

Intimacy is all I crave with you,
Reach for me too.
171 · Jun 2018
My Friends.
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
Day-appetizers
Art-publishers
Wild-believers

Mind-talkers
Music-­chimers
Self-cheerleaders
Desperate-dreamers

Dream-crafters
Natu­ral-disasters
Love-enforcers
Cake-feasters

Irreplacable throughout time,
My Friends.
My friends was an interesting write admittedly. If there is something I love the most in life it is my friends. I treasure them so dearly.

When I came across Kennings poetry, I had never attempted it before and it was so fun to just give it a try, I tried my best to revolve the words chosen around my friends and their interests.

‘Day-appetizers’ was the most fun admittedly, I liked the concept it gave; if you had no idea what to do with your day (metaphor for dinner), you could have an appetizer and see where it leads. In other words, I would hang out with my friends and my days would unfold and I never regret a single day with them all.

I am friends with many artists, music-makers and in general, I love being around people of creative tastes. However, I’d have to admit, life would be boring if we only were around those of our interests. I do love the positive vibes this poem radiates, it feels very accurate to how much I adore my friends.
169 · Feb 2019
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Louisa Coller Feb 2019
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Everywhere I visit,
those numbers follow.
I gaze upon my imaginary fortune,
Falling gracefully within the hollow.
165 · Mar 2019
One Tear, A Million Fears.
Louisa Coller Mar 2019
Silent sobbing of a desperate heart crippled by realities and blurred out thoughts,
they are truths of pain which can never be erased forever imprinted in my memory.
Rebirth is beautiful in concept and imagination but I don't wish to be reborn today,
I pray so hopefully that today is the day I can finally learn to change.
164 · Aug 2018
Rose
Louisa Coller Aug 2018
Haunting my blank life
That the thorns once grew over
Was droplets of pink
petals of roses which I loved
you finally picked me up.
162 · May 2018
May-time Smiles
Louisa Coller May 2018
The most beautiful trait anyone can have is being happy.
When you don't feel happiness, it feels desaturated.
When you smile, the world brightens up.
161 · Aug 2022
Red Crescent
Louisa Coller Aug 2022
Scorpio became my friend,
Red glances and stares.

I'm happier to be honest,
But his eyes still don't follow.

A new friend is truly great,
It makes his pain hurt a little less.
159 · Aug 2019
Put It Away.
Louisa Coller Aug 2019
You ridicule me for my feelings,
Which are valid, strong and hopeful.
You make mistakes like all of us,
So when will you admit you've done wrong?

I'm so fractured it's become unbareable,
My kindness is loved until,
You don't want to give it back.

You'd rather infuriate me,
Like I'm the bad guy.
You'd stab me with the knife,
but blame me for the bleeding.

I'm so fractured it's become grey,
you think I'm ungrateful but I don't,
want gifts if it fueled their fights.

Their love and kindness,
is very selective.
I don't fit that category,
even if I'm their daughter.
158 · Aug 2022
Pins and Needles
Louisa Coller Aug 2022
The pins and needles flowering my daydreams,
leave me wondering if I'll ever kiss you.
After all this time you've been loved by my mind,
I'd do it all over again, a million times.
157 · Jun 2018
Cracked Lips
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
Smooth warm skin cradles you so,
The cracked lips are hardly noticeable.
155 · Jun 2022
I feel glad.
Louisa Coller Jun 2022
I constantly want to see you,
Like a lighthouse in the dark.
There's a warmth within you,
I've felt it unravel now.

Please keep me near,
I know you wonder why.
I stumble my words and feelings,
As if I'm in fright.

I'm not scared, but nervous,
I'm not angry nor sad.
It's just when I get to see you...

I feel glad.
152 · May 2019
Doubt
Louisa Coller May 2019
You talk, you glow,
It's proudly put on show.
You wanted, you wasted,
It's perfectly translated.

I doubt my body and self,
Would you rather be somewhere else?
152 · Sep 2023
No Matter What
Louisa Coller Sep 2023
No matter what,
The thousands of words,
The millions of poems,
I will always fall in love,
With love itself.
150 · Jan 2020
Emergency Stop.
Louisa Coller Jan 2020
Emergency! Emergency!
My brain's siren blows!
We have to stop!
We must get off!
No no no.

Emergency! Emergency!
My brain will spin now.
It's just one lock,
Just rip it off.
No no no.

Emergency! Emergency!
I know it won't end.
My head screams die,
My hand grips tight.
No, no... No.

Emergency... Emergency...
The emergency stop is here.
If the train tips aside,
You could die...

It's better to be safe than dead.
I haven't been the best mentally but this poem came to mind.
145 · Apr 2018
Please Get Better.
Louisa Coller Apr 2018
A world of colour, before my eyes,
then it flashes and melts in sight.
The colours of beauty seep into colourless nights,
my soul seems in need of repair.
Recently dealing with the loss of a relative.
139 · Aug 2018
Funeral
Louisa Coller Aug 2018
You are so bitter to me, inner torture of worry,
I ask my thoughts endless questions, questions like “What went wrong?”.
I want to spread my vibrancy of inner beauty and love,
yet I glance to see your hatred does not contribute to the above.
I feel the anger build up, being forced down my throat,
Individual's lanterns fade into the dark.
Contacts one by one disappear into the black,
isolated, I am all alone again.

I feel my anxious heart beats, beating up and down,
I scream out with excitement which ruins all around.
I mostly wish my yelling would be heard from the side,
the other side of the room filled with all my love inside.

After feeling like all is gone, I rush into the cell,
painted wallpaper surroundings, windows forced shut.
I feel the days rushing past, the weeks alongside months too,
before I know it years have gone by and I'm still thinking of you.
I treasure my memories so deep and wonderfully inside my cracked heart,
I know you may have forgotten me, but I will never move on.

Popularity of others push images to the ground,
one of those images of identification happened to be mine.
I saw you there in the crowd cheering the beating on,
you watched the punches, slaps and cuts all over my body.
That ray of light I once had seen arisen from the dark,
an arm around me another in the air projecting the word, “Stop”.
I saw your face for the first time again and the drops of rain fell down,
you looked at me with your deep blue eyes and said it's all done now.
I felt my emptiness pour in, feeling my tears fly,
from my eye ducts to your skin, your warmth dries them up.

For years now continue on more and now you are all stone,
I tried so hard to make you smile, but I realized back then...
We can not always make one another smile in the light of day,
someday we share tears of pain and suffering we bare.
Now I see the candle in the freezing empty church,
but I didn't feel scared at all when I looked up and saw you there.
An older poem I wrote years back.
138 · Feb 2019
Lonely
Louisa Coller Feb 2019
Body heat against a blanket,
Covering me in hope and sadness,
I love you dearly and more than before,
But you're not here at all.
136 · Aug 2018
Wires
Louisa Coller Aug 2018
Annoyance radiates within my mind,
words better unsaid? Yet they feel so hard to find.
I have a hatred when I look within my reflection,
the chapped lips that my weak eyes can't take.
The drier my skin becomes, the sicker I feel,
is this lady Karma catching up to me again?

Fighting the universe isn't what I dreamed,
I leave the battleground wounded to the neck.
The time goes quick and it makes me sick,
wasting away in a shell of security.

Rush the gazes, avoid all eyes,
for the minute they look into mine,
pity will overflow within their bitter soul.

They walk on happily while I grip the wire tightly,
you are better leaving me behind this time.
134 · Jun 23
Temporary.
Louisa Coller Jun 23
Light raised up so much,
It was a bewildering shadow,
To discover the rays of truth.

Procrastination of time,
I decided to leap through,
Waste not a breath more.

But I formed memories that,
Will die in time,
Twisting my mind.

I truly believed,
Thinking I had you,
Permanently.
129 · Aug 2020
An Empathetic Smile.
Louisa Coller Aug 2020
You're warm, I like that.
I see you so focused,
at blissful distractions.

If you keep writing the worlds,
you build steadily on truth,
I do hope that people...

Become more like you.
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