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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
Gratitude
Thank you all!!
Joined HP in Dec’ 16
M e l l o Aug 7
I
remember almost
every word
you have spoken
while probably
you
cannot even recall
the sound
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)
acacia Jul 8
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
elle Oct 2018
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
Anne B Sep 2018
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
castle walls
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

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Ann­e H. Bakke  |  02:09  @   29.05.2016
The narrative is all wrong. You are doomed.
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