#naive poems on Hello Poetry

Meg B May 2014

The scorpion
knows
not truly
of the
consequences
following
the
sweet, poisonous,
painful
venom
he
exerts
without a sound
into
his
prey;

venomous,
dangerous,
penetrating
the naivety
of his
victims
without even a
moment's
notice,
it's
done;

slithering
away
before
he can assess
the damage,
the
carcass of
the unfortunate
accidentally
infected,
left to rot

alone.

#toxic #naive #venom #scorpion

kyla marie May 2014

15 texts I (almost) sent you

I can't believe how amazing you are. You're the only person who's made me feel this special in a long time [delete]

are you sure you just want to be 'friends', I think I'm in love with you [delete]

can I have a goodbye kiss? I love your kisses, they taste like summer [delete]

I wish you would just say "Hi" to me in the hallways [delete]

that girl you always walk with is beautiful, I can understand why you didn't want me [delete]

when you told me I was beautiful and **** and all you would ever want, was that all a lie too? [delete]

I got a mosquito bite today and it reminded me of when we slept outside and were attacked by them [delete]

it smells like the nights we spent together [delete]

one, two, three...I've lost count of how many drinks are for you [delete]

I wish you thought about me as much as I think of you [delete]

why are your words stuck in my head [delete]

I was naive and young, I'm sorry I actually thought you loved me [delete]

it's been months since the summer nights we spent together. please tell me you miss me. [delete]

my chest hurts. my heart aches. everything about you from the way your lips tasted to how I got chills down my spine from just one touch makes me want to explode [delete]

the blood running down my wrist contains the words you said but never meant [delete]

Devin May 2014

Naive

The ash heart within my chest
Lies grey and charred
Still housing the embers
Of the love that burned it alive.

I watch as pieces of my love
Flake away and shatter , on the cold grounds
Like the snow
From an all too early winter.

I forever walk
On the dark road
Traveled only by the strangers
Who share my sin
Those who share my love.

My dead heart continues to beat
In the hope that
Even though you may not love me in this world
That perhaps you will wait for me
Outside the gates of the heaven.

So that you could rebuild my heart
Piece by piece
In the great gardens of the angels
And so that I can finally share my love with you.

We could forever lay in the warmth of the sun
And forever gaze upon the afterglow of the stars.

I love you , but perhaps
I am a little too naive.

If only everyone had their happily ever afters . . .

#love #broken #depression #heart #sadness #angels #naive

kj May 2014

In the shuttered white sands she stood there shivering

Hands made of delicate necessities
hovered in pockets of sauntered gratitude
Cold expression - hate that phrase –
too generic for a girl of 16.
Man made of hostile intentions
wrapped in a worn face of 32 years
gently staring at the blue moon
****** with the desire of washed off anger.
Cries of impeccable distaste run through the air
whip her hair into her mouth
spits all too precariously into the manmade dirt.
It's supposed to make sense - this - this war
the bodies - buried – breathing
half awake with the intention of survival,
of listening,
of passing on some kind of importance
to some menace of a next generation.
She catches herself in a hiccup of solitude
The man watches the blue moon
It's supposed to mean something - the blue moon
supposed to make you think,
want something,
understand the unknown,
understand why there is fighting,
why her brother is dead.
But a blue moon means nothing to a cold face.
Split amongst anger
Run past the world
Fall down
Carelessly
No. Not carelessly.
Purposefully.
Some kind of purpose –
just keep telling yourself this. Please.
Anger.
Can't waste that emotion.
Not on her. Not on this. Not on him.
Silence.
It's too maddening. Too loud.
In all of its soft intentions.
So scream. Why can't you?
It will break up the world, even if it is only your own.
Drown yourself in it.
But you know how to swim.
Well, make yourself forget.
But you can't.
Because there is something about survival that is inherently good.

#war #peace #anger #girl #moon #world #youth #naive #conquer

Alexis May 2014

Tainted

I used to look
At the world
With rose-tinted glasses.
To me,
Everything was beautiful
And innocent, pure
How could anything
Be evil?

But the same world
I admired
With eyes open wide
In awe
Was very cruel.
It splattered blood
And sprayed black paint
Onto my twisted lenses
And the beautiful
Sunset shade of pink
Was covered with
Such horror.

I never saw anything
The same way again.

But I still haven't lost hope.
I continue
Trying my best
To look out these tainted glasses
Hoping that maybe
I'll find someone
Who's willing
To clean the lenses.

#poetry #hope #waiting #someone #innocent #naive #tainted #lenses #rose-tinted

D Apr 2014

No one told me about boys like you

I wish there was someone who taught me
About the boys whose hobbies included
Breaking hearts of the innocent and naive.
I was unprepared when I met you,
With your dazzling smile, dimpled cheeks,
And bright, hazel eyes.
They tore down my guard, however frail it was,
In less than five words - All it took was one question,
One formality, to win me over completely.
I wish there was someone who could have warned me
That dazzling smiles and bright eyes are the best disguise
A boy can wear when they're trained professionals
In the art of breaking hearts.
But that time has passed, now I'm all yours for the taking.
I can only hope I'll be the one who changes your point of view.

But I'm learning swiftly, soon I'll be playing your games right along with you

#love #heart #girl #break #boy #weak #dangerous #innocent #naive #bright #heartbreaker #frail #player #dazzling

Daylight 4U2C Apr 2014

Ponder Woman

I want to run.
Be free.
Be the little girl they see in me,
but plot-twist happen frequently,
opening your eyes to things you didn't see.
Burning the cheerful into your mind.
If only I didn't once leave that behind.
If I could return to those naive, fun days.
But fun was out and sad was in,
so I figured "well okay."
I dived right in,
singeing my skin,
turning me to the pit.
I was told,
"don't follow your instincts",
so I guess this is what I get.
Now I sit alone,
a pitiful lump of coal,
as a dog without bone,
or soccer ball with no goal.
I'm heading to "God knows where"
on a train called "Oopsy Days,"
and when I arrive,
they will all be amazed.
For I am the writer
who will give them a story,
for I am a lighter,
and my flame gives me glory.

#sad #girl #want #eyes #god #alone #days #leave #im #in #okay #be #fun #of #story #mind #if #i #the #and #what #this #could #you #me #on #*** #run #woman #goal #my #no #skin #when #was #free #am #only #for #to #but #heading #out #burning #now #is #right #follow #who #give #all #so #they #writer #get #that #see #dog #dont #naive #once #guess #amazed #things #will #cheerful #without #with #ponder #ball #flame #into #train #little #where #return #gives #them #behind #knows #those #well #bone #told #happen #sit #your #as #instincts #glory #turning #lighter #or #didnt #pitiful #plot-twist #frequently #opening #figured #dived #singeing #pit #lump #coal #soccer #called #oopsy #arrive

Tatsuke Uchiha Mar 2014

Eyes...

There's just something about them.
I love gazing into peoples eyes.
The eyes of those I love.
Those who I am intimate with.
They are the gateway to the soul,
To the core of an individual.
You can see through their eyes,
The love, The pain,
The passion, The devotion,
The struggles, The triumphs,
That is kept hidden within.
You may be the best actress or actor,
But when looked straight in the eyes,
You become defenseless.
Your eyes renders your mind useless, it betrays the mind.
They show the truth that lies beneath all the skin and bones.
A soft and naive soul who does not want to be harmed.
A soul too scared to show its true colours to the world,
Scared that it will be rejected, ignored, misunderstood.
A battered soul that hides within.
A soul who has become so strong through all the struggles.

#love #truth #eyes #passion #pain #scared #mind #soul #skin #bones #struggles #soft #naive #gateway

Enigmuse Apr 2014

The People Our Parents Forgot To Warn Us About

Naive, I was not. I grew up
on tattered books and nihilistic ideals
while the other children read
books about stuffed bears and trees.

They warned me about the addicts:
The fiends with black capes and red eyes,
the ones who wander the night, searching
for new corners and new highs.

They warned me about the *** offenders:
The neighborhood sweethearts with soft eyes
and cold hands, who are more often than not,
but not restricted to the body, of middle-aged men.

They warned me about the murderers:
The ones with ice for pupils and books of spells.
Who drank smoke and whose hearts reside
in the far off corner somewhere in east hell.

These are the people my parents forgot to warn me about:
The lovers with a knack for spoon feeding me lies, whose
wings were black and who were blessed
with golden eyes.

They didn't warn me about the pretty boys.
About the ones who cup your heart
in their hands, and play around with it like putty.
Somehow, they forgot to mention that part.

But, then again, you can't teach a child about heartache,
and the only way a child will know what you mean when you
tell them that the stove is hot is if they burn themselves
on the warm, steel door that is life.

******, but...

#love #heartbreak #lies #life #drugs #stories #*** #naive #warning #murderers #news #addicts #offenders