Lena - Hello Poetry

Lena Sep 30

The thought of blood
makes my body ache,
My mind hunger,
My spirit want.

It puppeteers me in ways I had not thought possible
Drives me crazy with insatiable need
It needs,
no,
I need.
More.

I don't know what to write here, but blood yummy :p

#blood #spirit #puppet #need

Lena Sep 30

Obey

‘Does the puppet boy ask
for his strings?’
The way a butterfly
beats their wings;
against the glass
of the past
just another member
of the cast
for the play
That is life.

“If all the worlds a stage,
then I shall play my part”
But that stage
portrays such
twisted
wicked displays
of our
sin.

Loaded poem this one is, huh?

#disbelief #life #freedom #puppet

Lena Sep 30

Honest

I like you,
Honest!

I like how you look,
how you smell,
how you taste.

I love the exquisite way you carry yourself
And the compassion you’ve always shown others
In spite of their shortcomings.

How you look so beautiful in that dress
at the dance
I definitely stared once or twice

So yes, I like you,
I just wish you would like you too.

"I like you, Honest I do!" is a phrase I would die to hear from someone.

#love #wholesome

Lena Sep 30

The Fire

Flames dance
Wood sings,
As I give you more
Of my old things

A love letter, maybe
A book
A journal,
A rose.

All yours now I suppose.

I've always thought the analogy of a fire as a way to sever ties to things that you used to love..

#flames #depression #heartbreak #end

Lena Sep 30

Need. Want.

Need you.
Want you.
Lust overtakes these
Weary bones.

Want you.
Need you.
For this
God will never
Let me atone.

Need you.
Want you.
Let me
Take you away.

Want you.
Need you,
To come
To my wonderland
Forever to stay.

Made this to help cope, gotta love my form of copium.

#freeform #depression #obsession

Lena Sep 30

Early Blame

Could you really
Blame me?

After all I did
for us.

Of course
I’ve been 18+
since I was 12

But maybe
It was too early

I consider this at the lower end of my works, but I'd love to hear some feedback!

#trauma #childhood #loss

Lena Sep 30

Unexpected

Why today
Why now
I didn’t exist to you
before today
and now you
want to talk?

Preposterous.
Absurd.

I just got over you
and now you want
to talk,
most likely
about how I did something wrong?

Part of me wants to say
‘Go **** yourself’
But that would hurt more
Wouldn’t it?

This has to be
retribution
for my actions
though I have naught
a clue what I did wrong

Woohoo! Another depressed poem about a breakup, how cliché.

#breakup #love #loss #depression #rage #anger