She's not a poet
She who was lost though sometimes I've found, whom decisions are caged and bound. who lives in life full of poison, who knew how to rhyme a misery, who was in the midst of emotion to carry. She's not a poet, She's just a sad soul who wants to express and spill metaphors.
She who was made to write verses
Have you seen the downcast faces
fraternized with the loathed ******? Look behind you, You owned the shadow of facade That moves between the surface of falsity with the light of profound verity. Can you see the similarities Of the downcast and *****? Or can you recognize yourself, Together with those words?
Let's get drunk with our glass of tears
As it glimmers in the broken crystals Let's get hype in the proximity of vultures As it shimmers together with the predators. They offered me with glittered drinks, Like a sequin on my dress, with their eyes glittering in jealousy. I got a little tipsy as they urge me to dance. I danced along with the imperfections and got preyed by the deceptions, A victim of a hoax. I thought I was having fun but they choked me until the air into my lungs are gone. They're guilty but not sorry.
I am devoured by the existence of
vintage and old fashioned crafts. The old scents and faded letters that will bring back a decade of dates until I throw myself back in the history. I savored the aroma of an old book until I became one of its pages While the classic cd and mixed tapes will play a nostalgic feeling. I am allowing myself to be allured by the history with its treasured memories that will haunt you in your youth. Years have past but we are still here, we are still alive despite of the countless departures. Relish the taste of life while it lasts and while you are still able. Live, love.
Always remember to live and breathe
I thought I was scribbling metaphors
and my poetry is a waterfall of words like a continuous flow of blood when I cut my throat to voice out my thoughts. But I am wringing my mind, and removing worthless thoughts together with my inscribed prose. And I realized, I am humming verses, Instead of writing poems. Constructing another cliché for an underrated piece.
Hi. This is my first poem in hello poetry. Let's support each other. Love y'all.
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