Today it’s been three years, since I first penned my thoughts
To this day, it remains special
Thoughts and words
Happy and sad
Reasons and none
Expressing them all
Happy to have found a place to share them too
Thank you all!!
Joined HP in Dec’ 16
you have spoken
cannot even recall
of my voice.
I wrote this piece exactly last August 7, 2016. Sharing this piece here in Hello Poetry after 3 years now with a title. Lol
My life was all smoke and mirrors
trying to disguise the pieces that were broke.
Smoke filled lungs made my head feel clearer,
but parts of me were still disappearing.
As I forgot about my motivations,
and was stressed to make end meet.
Waking up with mental lacerations.
I had a lot of plates, but no food to eat.
There was a lot in my life that seemed to go wrong,
but I kept moving forward to the next day.
Delivering pizza my car breaks down.
What can I do to get paid?
Dropped out of college to make more money.
Now how does that even make cents?
One day you were just at my apartment.
This was the first time we met.
Slowly you showed me who I could become.
It's something I can never forget.
One day exactly I remember fully falling in love,
and two years later that feeling still exists.
Growing more with the days, hours and minutes.
You have changed my life more than I can perceive.
How did you survive? Let me know.
Let's not definite the infinity.
And let's be close to the deepest intimity.
(1 juin 2016 17:42)
Where are you from?
She opens those bright pink lips, and in response, her voice dances with wind, making my being feel light.
She's made from fragments of unidentified matter found in the empty part of the sky.
Her religion and spirituality are righteous waves that crash down on my soul, soothing every part of me and debunking me down.
She blesses the Earth with her green thumb that plants the seeds, her tears that water Earth, and her eyes that radiates the glow and warmth of the Sun.
She blesses all life forms that walk the Earth, she guides them in the direction, and she shows willing mercy and forgiveness. She blesses with love even when she doesn’t receive it back.
Every time she says something to me I believe in God a little bit more.
I believe she is a Goddess, is the ultimate creatrix.
I should've worshipped her sooner.
An excerpt from a short prose I have called "Pesce". Italian for "fish". It's taken from a man's perspective. This is how he sees the love of his life.]
draft from 2016 holy moly
I started to eat the mailbox,
could not bear to hear from the outside world
I slept in every morning, to put off going out
just imagined you reading my writing
with cruise control on
and a contagious smile spreading
I started to **** the house plants
and dress more promiscuously than ever before
even a glimpse of eye contact might qualm
this rage or
fill the well
which has grown here
can you hear me?
from across this abysmal pond,
it sickens me,
so swift and crashing below
can you see me?
dancing in your living room,
all of eight years old
well, I’m a woman now
and I still need you
You look like a wolf
in sheep’s clothing
And yet, you say you
are the dragon
Yet, you make us believe
in your story
You breathe no fire
You only wanted the
to protect you
from our glances
If you had opened up
Put away your wolf hide
All could see
how lonely you are
And how wrong our story is
Anne H. Bakke | 02:09 @ 29.05.2016
The narrative is all wrong. You are doomed.