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LSD 1d
It’s easy to say;
He stole my heart away

He didn’t.

That’s not what he did
That’s not what he stole

I would recognize it if I could
just lay my eyes upon it

With every part of my being,
I know I would

If I could just hear what is
calling for me ever since

I would translate each shiver
that runs trough my body,
I know I would

Then maybe if I close my eyes
I can feel what is missing

With every heartbeat that
keeps skipping,
I know I would

Like I said;
He didn’t steal my heart away

That’s not what he did
That’s not what he stole
fromthebookaboutyou
LSD 3d
“It’s you,
who’s whispers still carry
hidden messages that bring my soul to life.”

“They keep me awake at night”


                                       “They set fire to the whole **** place.”
fromthebookaboutyou
by Arcassin Burnham

I hope you use to feel,
I hope you use to feel like I did.
But you never did,
Cause the things that I surpassed were surreal, too vivid.

Sketches and the drawings I would do would look just like you now.
Ripping pages had to do with rage, I couldn’t stop thinking of you now, now.
I just knew that my dreams weren't real when I would dream of you now ,now.
You had better things to do than to be friends with me , but I loved you now, now.

I hope you use to feel,
I hope you use to feel clarity.
But you said need,
Cause the things you use to have then , now you don't need,
Which was my love.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/10/notebook-lover.html
LSD Sep 30
I long for the day I wake up
without the bitter taste

I plead for the day I wake up
without the sweet taste

and I beg for the day I wake up
without the taste
                                                        
                                                               of your name still on my tongue.
fromthebookaboutyou
nish 7d
in a universe
full of drifting souls
you chose me,
the forgotten and abandoned

i warned you
all my pages were empty
but that didn’t deter you
in fact
you were more intrigued

and now i understand
it’s because
your pages were also blank

so we held hands
and scrawled our words
in writing that’s messy
only because there’s
so much to express
in so little time
and we just might forget
if it’s not written down

now my pages
they’re full
and yours are the same

two souls mingling
forgotten and abandoned
by all but eachother.
~ironic because i hate it when people write in my books
Tanaya Oct 7
I open my eyes,
Flip the pages,
Stop by the one with the coffee stain,
There's a killing pain.
I close my eyes,
and read the verses of the poetry,
Word by word, Crystal clear
There's your memory
It's haunting me.
I open my eyes,
The page remains,
There lay the letters smudged
By not just the coffee stains,
But dried blood from my veins.
The Blood now wet with tears,
and the black of the kohl in my eyes...
Christian Oct 1
Please forgive me,

For being absent for so long
Then coming back with no excuse
Because this time I'm wrong
This time I lose.

For seducing you for my pleasure
While my head was on the ground
I've deprived you from your leisure
To the earth you were bound.

For playing *** with your pages
When this is no one's book
And it will be for the ages
Dear poetry, my nook.
I made this poem when I started writing obsessively about a very specific topic. I felt like I had betrayed poetry in a way, or at least the way that I used to write before. Looking back to it, it's about a year and a half old and I feel it has aged well as I re-read it.
LSD Oct 5
Van alles wat ik zoveel te zeggen heb
komt slechts weinig tot uiting
Woorden vloeien in onbegrensde gedachtes
maar ongekende boodschappen verschijnen er niet
Verhalen, poëzie of tekst
alles blijft onaangeraakt
Zorgvuldig gekozen zonder te reppen
onbezorgd met boodschap
nooit aangekomen

De fles met hemel en aarde in manuscript
blindelings gegooid in de zee
Heeft nog meer kans in het bereiken van het onbekende
om vervolgens aan je voeten afgeleverd te worden
Zo valt het stil, het geluid reikend vanuit mijn mond, mijn keel
bedoelt om zonder angst naar jou af te reizen

*** de frequentie van jou en mij
tot verre kosmische ontdekkingen leidt
Hoop ik je te raken met de tonen van absoluutheid
gevolgd door de uitleg in aanraking
getekend op je huid
geschreven in gevoel
Universeel begrijpend lezen als vertaler van de sterren die alleen te bevatten is met het oog van liefde

In deze taal heb ik je vaak geroepen
om nooit gehoord te worden
De tong die tot samensmelting leidt van twee werelden
om compleet de wereld te creëren gaat verloren
Evenals het bericht dat vanaf buiten het binnenste oproept
onbegrepen en niet gevonden
neergelegd naast de ziel

Zo ook de klanken die werden genegeerd
luidkeels schreeuwend
bloedend uit het diepste verkregen
de teksten inmiddels ingekerfd
Als littekens verspreid over het lichaam
draag ik alleen
het gewicht dat is bestemd voor twee
Berusten de laatste letters op mijn schouders
rug gebroken
met de borst vooruit en kin omhoog
vol met trots en overgelopen met alles wat is ongezegd

De leegte die het jou achterlaat
met niets anders dan loze beloftes onbesproken of ongehoord
er zal niks de opvulling kunnen geven aan wat er gemist wordt
Waar blaam als enige het hart nog kan verwarmen
zo ingesloten zal het blijven
opgesloten achter slot en grendel
beschermd door de ribben als tralies om het hart
Maar des te verhullend zonder een enkele emotie
oneindig volle ruimtes omarmd door stilte
inhoudsloos en overvloedig
evenwichtig, maar beiden uit balans.
fromthebookaboutyou
LSD Sep 30
“The temperture wasn’t even rising, but I could feel a drop of sweat fall down my neck.“

“The crazy thing was

I didn’t even moved a millimeter the second his skin came in contact with mine, my heart had already stopped beating for a moment.“

“It was almost earie, maybe devine, it drove an immediate shiver down my spine, but not in a creapy way or anything.”

“It was rather like it pushed my back upwarts and my head was held high like someone had pulled a string and pulled me up showing off in some sorts, I found myself somehow showing full in pride.“

“And ofcourse it didn’t stop him from coming nearer”

“Not at all.”

“Instead, I saw him inhaling deeply, his chest was grewing bigger and he closed his eyes with his penetrating stare fixed on me.”

“He was never stopped in his tracks.”

“Eventually he got close enough to send his nose along my neck, slowely moving up to my ear while his hands were holding and grabbing my arms, pushing and pulling, now moving towards my neck, but not without softly caressing my ******* first.”

“As he leaned in closer, inhaling more of my scent I heard his lips part, the sweetest whisper escaped his tongue that made me feel the heat in depth of his desire pulsing against my skin, setting every fibre of my being aflame,
I am his this instant and he doesn’t even know it yet.”
fromthebookaboutyou
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