NV - Hello Poetry

NV Jan 2014

drown

No one's watching.
Here's your chance.
Drown.
Here,
take my heart.
It'll weigh you down.

Heavy heart, basically.

NV Jan 2014

me

If you look into the mirror,

and don't like what you see,

you can find out first hand,

what it's like to be me.

NV Jan 2014

Untitled

"Wearing a facade of confidence,
like a sweater that appears to be warm,
but actually invites the cold to seep into my bone marrow."

NV Jan 2014

the type of girl

The type of girl who looks into your eyes, and instead of noticing the bright brown hue of the iris, peers into the darkness of your pupils.

The kind of girl who would apologize for being so easy to leave.

The type of girl who will write a book full of poems about you, just so she can burn the pages when she fills it up.

NV Dec 2013

sadness measure

sadness measured,
by how long the quiet lasts,
after the final piano note has been played.

sadness measured,
by the intensity of their foot steps,
as they walk away from you.

sadness measured,
by the time you spend staring out the window,
watching the cars pass by,
but not really seeing anything at all.

NV Dec 2013

good bad, bad good

In the homes of huts and shacks.
There were times I saw the hopefulness that consumed the people among them.

In the homes of built up mansions.
There were times I saw the hopelessness that consumed the people among them too.

And it was then I had to fathom the fact.
That sometimes, just sometimes.

The bad want it good,
&
the good have it bad.

NV Dec 2013

Untitled

he kept comparing her to the moon,
which she accepted as a symbol for love.

when really it meant she was just out of reach for his grasp.