I knew what you were from the very beginning. I saw you from a different angle. All the others saw a sleek and slender form. Thin bones that were jam-packed with dreams. When I looked your way, I saw myself, misunderstood, and wandering. Lost. But the way your eyes lit up when you saw me-it was enough to let me know that I had been found.
Lost and found An empty body A foreign box Three Items
Smiles and laughter in a jar “You need to please them” Without smiles They don’t waver Without laughter They don’t fall I can’t make a sound
A gold heart wrapped in bubble wrap “You need to show them” Sincere kindness So hard to find “Are you okay” I’m sick of it
A pool of tears on loose “Those are happy tears” The sky has the freedom To let it all out But why can’t I
The empty body “Change it”
Smiles and laughter The body was empty without a soul, thus the laughter. The smiles are kept in a jar because you lose them so easily. - Gold heart People nowadays are so inconsiderate and ruthless towards plants, animals and even their own species, therefore the gold heart. Wrapped in bubble wrap as it breaks so easily. - Pool of tears Sometimes letting it out makes everything better. On loose because it always comes by and it doesn’t need to be carefully stored due to the continuous supply of tears. - The last line of each stands forms a quote: I can’t make a sound. I’m sick of it. But why can’t I change it?
Lost I feel lost at every trickle The water is cold tonight The moment I went backwards I realized once again my plans have been ruined In the ruin I seek pity Not because of the bright glare Because of the glamour Nothing else could feel this wrong As my mind is wrapped in torment I still think about my loss How can I regain that trust back How can I turn it back into a tune Darkness in my thoughts I go on with my day
First poem I have ever let others see. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of this community. This particular poem is about how I deleted another poem accidently and I am super upset about it. Hope you enjoy.
Within the fog, a light flickering And when it caught his eyes The voices in his head ceased the bickering Silence filled the scene Reality stopped being obscene He ran towards it, blind as a bat No longer did he wallow where he sat A light, the thrill, so bright, a chill Brighter and brighter it got What a beautiful shot ... Mesmerizing and terryfing as looking down the edge of a big hill He was helped by a long gone friend ... Will Will to run, will to go into the unknown, will to go to the shimmer With fantasies it would make life have no dimmer Always bright, forever full ... Oh, how beautiful He ran and ran and ran And finally arrived at the lights source That would forever change his life's course It was a shinning nymph of the name of Passion She greeted him in such a caring fashion She was something so new, but already he knew Home had been found, they'd forever be bound Numbness was no longer his concubine Passion will now his soul define
The following is a series of letters written for complete strangers. These letters were written, put in envelopes, and then sent off for people to find. I’m not trying to change lives, but I thought it could at least help out the people who need it most. And who am I to stop people from remembering what’s important? Whether or not they find out who I am, that’s another story...