mel - Hello Poetry

mel Jun 2020

I strip myself of these tattered clothes,
And seek refuge in you.

Breathing out this aged agony,
For in your breath I am anew.

I refuse to rot with the moon,
For, I've met the sun.

He introduced me to my imperfections,
and the beauty held within them.

So, instead of rotting,
I flourish.

It will never be over soon,
For, I am eternal when I'm with you.

Raw Growth

#growth #love #nature #beauty

mel Oct 2018

The deepest silence

I am hopelessly in love,
With a soundless song,
Collapsing into itself,
One beat,
After the next.

A sound reserved,
For the damaged homes.

A vibration,
Made from the distant troubled.

A static,
That only the heartsick lovers,
Can apprehend.

mel Sep 2018

counting black sheep

1.
weary children,
drawing breaths of doubt,
second,
by second.

2.
neglected by blood,
rejected by society.

3.
collaborate in hopes,
of self peace.

mel Aug 2018

bbq

i still yearn for you,

even though i burn,

every time we touch.

but that’s ok,

you like pork and steak anyways.

mel Aug 2018

prey

What if you were a species,
That was born,
For the sole purpose of being consumed by a higher power.

Some of us,
Were born to be consumed by the rays of light,
Shining through the cracked windows of our broken homes.

I, however, take flight like a moth,
I was born,
For the sole purpose to be consumed by the rain,

& by the blanket of the night.

I was born to be consumed whole,
Come nightfall,
By the wave of thoughts that flood my head.

mel Aug 2018

corrupt

What makes us human,
Is features made from the small minded.

For we are limited by society’s restraints,
Against the free minded.

I once read,
A riddled story,

About a man who was rich in worldly objects,
And a man who was rich in contentment,

Cherishing every moment,
The world breathed.

Who is more rich?

The man who trampled on the vulnerable,
Or the man who collected pennies off of the sidewalks,

So he could mend the trampled.

mel Aug 2018

*******

He held the gun up to her forehead, and told her to sing for him for the last time,
With trembling hands, and her voice shaking with fear she sang.

'You are my addiction,
You are my love.
You are the poison,
That fills my lungs,'

He collapsed on the ground beneath him, as he held on to one last fleeting thought.

You are my addiction,
You are my love.
You are the poison,
That fills my lungs.

Then he grabbed her hand, that held the promise of their lives together. Then he sang.

'You were the poison
inhale
That filled my lungs.'
exhale

Then, without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.