anon - Hello Poetry

anon Apr 2014

Seven devils split among the two of us;
My envy of the angels you sought to be in touch with
The first “I love you” flattering your pride
My lust for your touch as you were in disguise
As a hopeless boy in love
Your sloth in the duration of us
After you finally had me
In the palms of your hands
Your wrath you threw at me
Out of loving you a little too much
My greed of wanting nothing but you
And for you to feel the same
And your gluttony in swallowing my heart
Without caring how it tasted or when it would stop beating for you;
Never.
But seven cannot be split between two equally
And as always
You end up with more than me
But I still envy that your heart was barely bruised
And mine has battle wounds

anon Mar 2014

The gardener (dedicated to Katie young)

Her hair was brown like roots
Growing into the spaces between your fingers
As you tugged and tugged
At the prettiest flower
In your garden.
You saw she was beautiful
And wanted her in a vase.
You snipped at her neck
And kept her in one place.
She needed the sun
Like you needed her heart
But you didn't want to be
The one to starve.
Her roots grew within your head
Due to her desperate need of soil.
She feed off of
Your ***** mind
And died as she reached
The oil.

anon Jan 2014

Oblivious

You imprinted on my heart,
And I let you.
You reached into my ribcage,
And I encouraged you.
You made my heart flutter,
And you made my mouth utter;
The three words
That left you
With none.
And now I have nothing,
But a fossilized remain.
That once made my soul,
So wildly insane.
You touched my soul deeply,
And I loved you completely,
It's a shame you had no clue.

anon Jan 2014

Summer

My heart remains in summer
As the next 3 seasons linger
The autumn evenings
Bring me sorrow
For I know my rest hours
Now run on a schedule.
The winter mornings
Have me mourning
As all of my limbs
Turn purple and shake.
The spring noons
Bring me about
Everyday
With an umbrella,
And my arm is growing weak and this routine is growing old.
But with a flash of blooming daisies
And daffodils
Summer has sprouted
In my eyes

anon Dec 2013

Bridges aren't meant for burning

If you're going to let this bridge burn
I'll watch it go down in flames
But right as you turn
And walk away,
To a stabler bridge where you might want to stay,
You should know
That I will build this back
Until me and you
Can both stand on it together

anon Dec 2013

Whose to blame

A mess made
From two lovers
Who didn't agree on much
Like what to use while cleaning up
A tragic war within our hearts.
I scrubbed my wrists with soap
You cleansed your mind in bleach
And now I know all you wanted
Was just to forget me

anon Dec 2013

Brown eyes

I find it funny
That I tell myself
I have hatred for dark brown eyes
Since every soul
That has caught my pale blue eyes
Has happened to have these
Dark brown eyes
And all these boys have said goodbye
They've lied and lied and lied and lied
But maybe it's not your eyes that I hate
I guess it's just your
Dark twisted soul