There is something special about roses
It's not about the petals you see It's about the thorns Which can cut you so deep
Hello poetry is not happy
Hello poetry is not well Hello poetry is not healthy Hello poetry's gone to hell I see these thoughts and sentiments echoed In different forms upon my wall I feel it too as I click and stumble As I watch and wait for the wheel crawl I've only been here a little while I like the format, I like the style The thoughts, the words, The shares, the smiles But why is loading Such an arduous trail? Hello poetry's not so bad I've got plenty of patience Hello poetry doesn't make me mad It offers me contemplation I click, I stumble I wait, I mumble "502, the gatekeepers in trouble..."
I know I'm not the only one, but at least complaining is a little fun...
skin on my own
your body belongs to me blood dripping from my mouth just to let you know how much i love you
The mothers are sitting in the kitchen late
one of them asks Did you like what you ate? I nod, curtly in deceit, eyes half open in anguish. My mother’s pistol hand pulls the trigger firing a bullet of a slap across my face leaving an imaginary wound on my cheek. The pain is empty like the love she never gave me and my father’s mistress drunkenly laughs for he isn’t home yet to whisk her away for the night. While I tremble and feed on my streaming tears the mothers are sitting in the kitchen late and I’ve barely touched the cold dish on my plate. — M. 10/31/20
Hey all! I just joined.
If only getting over you was
as easy as Remembering your name
Sometimes letting can be so hard just remembering their name can hurt
things are going to be grey
breathing tar inside created nights without a sunrise innocence breeds hopelessness in this world don't cry your pains in order to foster their intensity dark things spoken will play around the mind like children they scream and curdle throughout the night chilling sensations wrap around while they mutate greedy lungs withhold oxygen their offspring drain the logic from reality last breaths taken care for the innocent evils that live within we don't lie for ourselves when we begin to give life to those living inside our head it's nothing but negative metamorphisis
enthralled, you got me in a reverie
about your doll eyes alike the stars that shines from a far cosmic galaxy. love, you’re a pulchritudinous nebula. almost failed to respire while keeping our eyes fixated. you’re my blanket, my comfort through this storm. as the sun kissed goodbye to the cerulean sea, the whispers of the waves shift ‘neath your feet. in a cold breeze, it felt unusually warm, similar to a milkish pale, creamy optimism latte. you’re fond of fireflies falling into your palms, like a fairy dust in a fantasy. fallen flowers amid abysmal situation, a frantic feeling fades away instantly. my Allie, i’ll be your Noah who stares and loves you endlessly. grateful to be lost in your smile, will always hold your hand till eternity.
You make my heart flutter and shatter into a million pieces at the same time
Too scared to call you when day turns to night but how else will you ever be mine
The first verse of my latest piece of writing ©️MH 2021
fuel the deep devotions of yesterday nothing fulfilling no true feelings there was nothing in between nothing breathing lifeless ill intended words that feel like promises only fueled what made you die
From morning till night
I’ll be by your side From dusk till dawn I’ll love you more and more
A short poem about love - I’ll be there for you no matter what
© MH 2021