#spilled-ink poems on Hello Poetry

Havran Oct 2015

“Whenever I tell you about my worries, your words are a constant reassurance. You help me see the distinction between what truly matters and what will only trouble my heart.
Let it be,
you’d say.
Let not these worries keep you from happiness. ”

#light #prose #quote #spilled-ink

Havran Oct 2015

Waves

"Like the setting sun beyond the horizon,
or the drizzle before the coming storm,
I miss you in waves;
slowly,
and then all at once."

#love #missing #prose #quote #spilled-ink

Havran Oct 2015

His letter

"When you go, I will miss you very much, and this you know. You would never mean to hurt me, Darling, but you have to leave me behind as well, and the part that makes this difficult is that I will tell you to take care, even when I want you to stay."

#prose #quote #spilled-ink

Havran Oct 2015

Her letter

"When I go, you will miss me very much, and this I know. I would never mean to hurt you, Darling, but I have to leave you behind as well, and the part that makes this difficult is that you will tell me to take care, even when you want me to stay."

#prose #quote #spilled-ink

redemptioneer Oct 2015

maybe it's just that i still need you

car engines. headlights. traffic. the way home.
not home, just somewhere i live.
we sit in the back of your mother's old mercedes,
"the ugliest tan color that ever existed" according to you.
it's a stick shift, and it skids and skips and sputters quite often.
i won't tell you, but i like when you tell me you want me to put on the seatbelt.
your head rests against the window,
and every knick in the road
makes you bump your forehead against the glass.
you're too tired to give a **** about it.
"i wish it was a better night, it's too cloudy,"
your breath visible on the window.
i can still see Vega, i don't think you can.
i nod my head and move my hand into yours.
i silently beg you to look at me.
maybe it's not a bad thing there aren't many stars out.
maybe it's the sky's way of telling us we should pay attention to each other.
maybe we hit every red light because the universe just wants to give us more time.
maybe the reason the light from the passing cars moves so fast is because it can't wait to touch your skin and
maybe the sound of car horns moves so slow because it loves the way your heart beats in the silence.
i mean ****, maybe i just want you to touch me again.
maybe it's just that i still need you and you're too tired to give a **** about it.

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#love #heartbreak #sad #depression #depressed #thoughts #free #prose #free-verse #spilled-ink

Havran Oct 2015

Late night conversations

"People treat you like damaged goods
or ticking time bombs,
as if you’re some oddity
they would never understand
even when they don’t know a thing about you.
You are not some machine to be fixed.
You are not a problem.
You are not a burden.
You are a person
healing from the hurt,
finding warmth
under the rain
and wonder
under the stars.
And late at night
as you share
your stories
I feel like the Earth,
listening,
and remembering,
while you are the Moon,
and you are glowing."

#prose #quote #spilled-ink #prose-poetry

Havran Oct 2015

Like we used to

"She can be stubborn to a fault, ill-tempered, vain, petty, insensitive, and needy, but she can also be gentle, caring, selfless, understanding, patient, and loving. I wish I could say more; to be with her, giving my best to keep her safe whenever she feels the burdens on her two little shoulders -to share the love between us like we used to. But such is life, and sometimes two people love each other then one of them falls out of it while the other has to deal with the pain of staying, and somehow moving on."

#prose #quote #spilled-ink

Havran Sep 2015

~

"Some people want love,
but none of the responsibility."

#quote #spilled-ink

Havran Sep 2015

Lines

"If each of us are tiny dots in the vast expanse of the universe, then perhaps we leave lines wherever we go. And these lines, they intersect with other lines, and that’s how we’re all connected. All of us. Living under the stars,
making our own maps, creating our own trails."

#prose #quote #spilled-ink

Havran Sep 2015

To the one you love

"I hope he loves you more than I do,
and when he discovers
how weird you can be
may he love you even more for it.
I hope he cares for you more than I do,
and when the world feels cold
may he be your source of warmth.
I hope he understands you more
than I ever could,
and when the time comes that
you need him,
I hope he gets you right."

#sadness #loss #spilled-ink