#spilled poems on Hello Poetry

redemptioneer Dec 2015

epitaphs

i've gone to war with my own skin.
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i'm sorry i never bloomed. leave all the things i wish i was on top of here.
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i never grew wings.
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you will not find me here.
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i never could find myself.
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my bed might still smell like me.
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please, whatever you do, burn that notebook.
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i wanted someone to read it.
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i never had a someone.
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my heart lies over the delmarva.

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Summer Nov 2015

i don't believe in god but i see angels everywhere

and the sick sad moral of this story
is to never love anything at all.
god is against us.
we pray to him every night,
our voices like hymns,
eyes like heaven,
but inside us we hold hell.
he gave us this hell.
nobody is pure.
nobody is true.
that promise we made to each other to never leave
that, was a sick sad lie.
we are a sick, sad lie.
return my purity
make me true
i lost everything before i was eighteen.
i lost everything before i was eighteen.
i am stranded at sea
lost in the sin of my sick sad dreams
an angel is on my shoulder
but the devil is housed in my body
skin full of sin
angel, why do you rest so perfectly on that skin?
i wanna **** myself to make things fair to you, angel.
if suicide was not a sin
i’d be dead
i’d be dead
i’d be dead
everybody is going to heaven, angel
everybody would go to heaven.
angel, i am a sick sad lie
heaven is a sick sad lie

#sad #god #dark #angel #darkness #ink #heaven #spilled #sick #lie

Summer Nov 2015

crying over u

Crying on the side of the road
Flowers in your bed
Heaven doesn't exist to you anymore
Because you put all your faith in an undeserving boy's body.
he was your new religion
a saint
a young god
his words were your holy bible
You would hear before you prayed to him every night
and right now she’s falling in love with you
but yr still crying over him
whiskey is filling yr bones
smoke is filling yr lungs
know- self destruction will not get you into heaven faster
heaven was his arms
and
he doesn’t hold you anymore.
you wonder if you will ever be the same again.
when you met him you were cotton candy and sunshine
and now you are shadows and blood stained showers
but do you want to be the same?
do you want to be the same person
who believed everything in the world was sunshine?
who would put yourself into an unworthy boy’s hands?
you are still crying over him
and she’s still falling in love with you

i'm sorry

#love #sad #sadness #crying #ink #spilled #freeverse

Summer Nov 2015

Honey dreams

sweet touches,
uncomfortable eyes,
faces covered with daft smiles.
your knees shake.
trying to pronounce words
you do not understand.
the flowers are wilting
winter is coming.
they are just asleep.
they are bodies desolate of
sweet honey dreams

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Hanna Mae Mata Nov 2015

Those nights

I remember
one of those nights,
right before you rang
at my door,
when I used to call
writing
a chore.

#writing #spilled #hannamaemata96

Angela Mercado Nov 2015

Of Ghosts and Other Memoirs

I don't believe in ghosts.

Or maybe,
I think,
I do.

I do not believe in ghosts
that reek of blood.
Of those who ebb
out of tv screens;
of those who slither in
each dream.

But I do believe,
and fret, perhaps,
those who come
unexpectedly.

And leave
- then leave -
every piece of them
in each piece of you.

Of those whose kisses
trail down your spine,
only to find each tingling,
*gone.

mor eover callherangela.tumblr.com

#love #poem #poetry #ink #writers #spilled #ghosts #filipino

Pam Zaragoza Nov 2015

Untitled

Let me kiss your worries away.
I promise, baby,
that everything will be okay.

Let me hug you tight.
It's you and me, babe,
'Til the end, we'll fight.

Let me treasure your heart.
I'll be careful, my dear.
Take care of it, I must.

Let me spend my days with you.
I'll never leave your side, love.
I swear to you, this will remain true.
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Pam Zaragoza Nov 2015

In an alternate universe

Maybe in an alternate universe:
We wouldn't be divided
by oceans and mountains,
and times not synced.
Maybe we wouldn't be fearful.
Maybe we wouldn't be doubtful.
Maybe you would have green eyes
instead of blue.
Maybe I would have liked another
who isn't you.
Maybe I wouldn't even be writing this.
Maybe we would be beside each other,
Laying intertwined, in love and at ease.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
But who cares about other possibilities
when my universe is you?

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