del - Hello Poetry

del Jan 2018

recurring themes in poetry
as observed by: me, a casual onlooker
chapter one: depression
poets love to pour their hearts and souls into their
terrifyingly detailed poems
death is inevitable and placing a blade to your wrist
helps alleviate some of the pain
romanticize my mental illness
with a passion of one who has experienced it
cry your heart out and
pretend this poem isn't stained
with drops of crimson blood

chapter two: love
poets love to empty the contents of their
blush filled faces and agonizing heartbreak
and organize them into words
baring their mended and broken souls
to the unknown public
writing to spill the neverending
love splashing over the edges of their bodies
into a container they can refill

chapter three: ***
poets smile with lust filled eyes
naughty letters slowly producing a
work of art with immense sensuality
with porcelain skin dragging over white sheets
curves and hands and love
writing to expose their desires
reading poems as a form of voyeurism

del Jan 2018

love.

falling in love
is the most beautiful thing you could ever do
wrap yourself in the tendrils of
affection and bask in the pools of intimacy
cheeks alight with faint blushes and
eager eyes stealing glimpses from across a classroom
happily obliging to foolish requests
exaggerated laughter and embarrassed whimpers
let your heart plunge deeper and deeper until you finally realize
oh **** i'm in love
and with a shock you absorb this information slowly
attempting to process your feelings
fear of rejection creeps behind your back
lurking ominously while optimism fights it off
taking smiles as wonderous gifts
giggles as marvelous music
and every brush of skin contact as
electrifying
indeed,
falling in love is a phenomenon
that humans take for granted

del Jan 2018

revolution.

a single movement can cause
ripples throughout the world
an inspiration can
take temporary control
of the fluid human mind
inspire uprising and
fight for what is yours
take possession of the world
and make it into what you think
it should be
instead of complaining about
what you would do if
you could do something
use the public to your advantage
and become the ruler of a
corrupted society

del Jan 2018

nostalgic.

nostalgia fills my veins
like a drug, i am addicted
to reliving the past
and ignoring the present
until, it too,
becomes old enough for me to look back fondly
at this memory that has been touched
with the bittersweet filter
nostalgia puts on my memories

del Jan 2018

human power.

old, gloomy bridges
sway over bottomless abysses
their length unknown
as the ends are shrouded in mist
splintering from lack of care
quiet contemplation leads to
slight deliberation
on whether or not to
repair or let them self-destruct
worn down by Nature's tough love
they will break eventually
after centuries of neglect
but are they worth temporary preservation?

del Jan 2018

robot.

at five years old
they attached a machine to my brain
they said it would help my future
and i would grow from having it
they activated it,
Monday through Friday
8 to 3
and i ended up despising it
it made me lose control
slip into a character that lived to impress others
and i couldn't think for myself
it leeched off of my body's energy for its battery
and drained it quickly
they said it'll be over eventually
be glad you have it,
at least you don't have to go into
the "real world" yet
the machine never gave rewards
only punishments
they called the machine

school.

del Jan 2018

tangerine.

slowly, anxiously
sinking teeth into orange flesh
applying tension until
Pop!
tangy sweetness explodes
flooding and covering eager tongues
delicate seeds emerging,
juice-soaked and round
wide grins and sticky hands
first tangerines of the summer