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Nikita Aug 15
The audacity
Of your tongue
To be shaped like a flower
But to speak like a serpent

The animosity
Of my chest
It heaves each time your near
You pollute my very air

Disgust and contempt
Don't begin to explain
How much I seeth
When I hear your vile name
Traveler Aug 14
A poet is but a beacon
In a storm that will never cease
Anchored to this ocean
By a soul that’s can’t break free.
Traveler Tim
Maria Etre Aug 14
and the best part
is when they saw
the poet versus the person
that
she
is
Nikita Aug 14
Looking deep in your eyes
I see colour but no life

You smile vacantly at me
As though you have nowhere to be

You tell me you're fine
For your connection I pine

You used to let me in
Now talking to you is a sin

Where have you gone
What have I done wrong

I reach for your touch
Maybe I'm too much
Nikita Aug 14
The version of me you never met
Was the best secret that I ever kept

False smiles and a witty joke
You'll never see past the positivity cloak

Why would I tell you I'm not fine
When you don't let me in your mind

Hair up and makeup done
You'll never see me in the evening sun

Meals prepped, trash stashed away
You hear only what I want to say

Even this account is best kept private
If you knew my truth, you'd never survive it
Nikita Aug 14
I had a dream about you
It wasn't sad, it wasn't joyful
It wasn't even blue

Oddly I dreamt of you as villian
Hands around my brother's neck
Eyes full of cruel intent

Though the nightmare left me shaken
I'd rather dream of you again
Than be rudely awaken
dee Aug 13
I wanted to use the words of alchemy to
depict every sensation you brought me
Though instead I’ve ended up birthing a terrible sensitivity and great capacity for expressing the broken pieces of what is left.
I Never Wanted To Be A Poet.
actually wanted to be a architect.
Rebecca Aug 11
The poet is an architect
he constructs sentences.

The poet is a cook
he mixes words.

The poet is a philosopher
he reflects on what he writes.

The poet is a student
he learns words.

But above all.

The poet has no definition
he defines himself.
I found a love that felt like a fairy tale,
Full of sweet words that never seemed to fail.
But he became the one who hurt me most,
Now the pain feels like a heavy ghost.

I tried to hide the hurt deep inside,
Built up walls so I could safely hide.
But his memory is still always near,
Like a quiet voice I still can hear.

I say goodbye, but he won’t go,
He lives in every place I know.
And though I try to let him be,
Moving on feels impossible for me.
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