R - Hello Poetry

R Sep 2018

you.

Your eyes are the soft waves of a clear ocean
Voice, soft and stern
Skin, lively, spotted
Your laugh a soft hum of a violin
Your lips a soft, flushed rose petal
Heart, full, as mine is full for you

Jul 2017

Words by T

Selfish suicide

Ive written the note
I'm ready to take the pills
Only to be told that what I'm doing is
Selfish

Apparently it is selfish to commit suicide as you do not think of those
that you leave behind.
People clearly don't understand
The meaning behind suicide.

Yes you are leaving people behind
But it is not like you did not think of them
That is why I cried while writing the note
I cried while I thought of my mom at my funeral

To those that think suicide is selfish -
They should think of how selfish
it is to drive people into such a deep depression
That the only way to make it stop is to end their life

I'm not selfish
I'm selfless
As the world is a better place
Without me

#suicide #depression #die #sad #depressed #depressing #overdose #pills #cry

R Jul 2017

A cocoon man

you are
a soft ripple in a pond
but you are also a huge 10ft wave during high tide

Was it her pixie hair cut? no?
how about her blue eyes?
no? not that either?
since when did curly brown hair and green eyes not become your type?

Daddy, the trust we put in you was far more than we should have
we all should have known-
you were here, but you were never really here Daddy.
you've cause so much pain
so much unbearable pain
in me, in your son, in your wife
so, daddy when do you plan on becoming the butterfly? when you do you plan on taking responsibility in realizing you're breaking us apart. you're shattering the fragile glass mirror that's reflecting the people who love you most.
daddy, i don't even love you anymore.
daddy, do you even love you anymore?

R Jun 2017

Untitled

my fingers scribble on the sidewalk in red
they are wet chalk being drenched over and over with the blood from my veins that are clogged except at the tips of my fingers which trace over the marks you left on my skin
I fill in the petal of the red rose but ***** my fingers on your thorns
You are dangerous yet beautiful
You are a black rose in a field of red
You are the one that beautifies death
You are a forest fire
You are....

R Jun 2017

Dust

My eyes are lifeless and swollen
My cheeks are speckled with the dried tears of yesterday's sadness
My hands are weak
My whole body is weak

I am not able to hold myself up anymore
The empty cage of my body crumbles to the ground and becomes dust
The wind, crisp and lively, sweeps me away and I am one with the small particles of the earth
I am one with the known but not ever seen

As I flow carelessly there is peace
Peace of mind that I will no longer have to hold myself up
I will no longer have to bear the weight of all that life seems to anchor down onto my shoulders.
I am dust
I am free

May 2016

Fish The Pig

better

she forgot to write a poem that day,
and the day next
and the day next,
she forgot to write a poem that week,
and the week next
and the week next,
she forgot to write a poem that month,
and soon forgot that she had forgotten to write a poem,
she forgot all about words that rhymed
and titles
and tags
she forgot to write poems,
because she forgot to be sad.

R May 2016

Love is...

Love is such a weird thing.
It makes you cry, laugh, scream, hate.
Love controls all.
To love is to control your emotions, your family, your life.

Love and hate are very similar in some ways.
The emotions caused by both are thrown around
causing so much trouble in a lot of people's lives.
To love is to want and need.

Pain is also like love.
It's what comes with it.
A big package that nobody signs up for willingly.
To love is to have a ticking time bomb in your pocket.

To have pain
is to have hate
is to be in love.

How could such a small word
have such a big meaning?

So, what is love?
Is it pain?
Hate?
Or is it something most of us have not experienced yet?
Making us quick to judge those who have.

#love #hate #pain #lovepoem #whatis