Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
my heart: create/to create/arts/in all their forms and glory/language/to speak in the tongue you inherited from your mother/to speak to the dead/stars/to read them out loud like they are an open book/smell poetry in flowers and carcasses/to create/to influence/math/the bridge between art and science/a tortured poet/an astrologer/a mathematician/but i will be known/but i can’t put myself out there/but i have to/my heart lives for this. my head: go for it/but are you sure/they will scrutinize you like a forensic subject/i know but you can’t hold me back like this every time/my heart howls to change but you resist to change/i’m just keeping you safe because this world is not where you perform/but i only have this one life/let me get there/i can’t do it on my own/please.
0
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 4:18 AM UTC
what's the one thing your heart desires when you need no one's acceptance or permission to begin?
my heart: create/to create/arts/in all their forms and glory/language/to speak in the tongue you inherited from your mother/to speak to the dead/stars/to read them out loud like they are an open book/smell poetry in flowers and carcasses/to create/to influence/math/the bridge between art and science/a tortured poet/an astrologer/a mathematician/but i will be known/but i can’t put myself out there/but i have to/my heart lives for this. my head: go for it/but are you sure/they will scrutinize you like a forensic subject/i know but you can’t hold me back like this every time/my heart howls to change but you resist to change/i’m just keeping you safe because this world is not where you perform/but i only have this one life/let me get there/i can’t do it on my own/please.
i wrote this during those nights when they just screamed right in my face. pale and paralyzed, as if the things i did would never amount to anything. this is for those who can't help but care too much about raised eyebrows and pointed fingers, who can't help but wage a war between head and heart, as if a winner must be born from it. remind yourself this: break your own mold, for you may wear different lives and tear them apart, but ultimately only one life is yours to live to your dying day.
thomascastles
Written by
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 4:18 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem