#spilled poems on Hello Poetry

Chan Dy Dec 2015

Sometimes when you talk
I don't know what you're saying
Instead, I play a different scenarios in my head
Behind these smiles I was thinking about hugging you tight
But it doesn't seem right
So I'll just nod my head and say "yeah"

Sometimes when you walk
I hear you breathe, how smooth the air
enters in your lungs and how heavy it goes out.
Maybe because you carry the world
And that's what I get when you lean your head on my shoulder
You're not heavy. You're just my whole world

Sometimes at night I can't sleep
Sometimes I hope the universe conspire to tell you this
This beautiful sometimes that has ever happened to me
That someday this sometimes will be forever and always.

C.D.

#love #thoughts #night #ink #late #sometimes #spilled #genuine

Destiny Copeland Dec 2015

Write or Die

I guess I didn't write enough today
I guess I didn't put enough emotion on paper
Because I still fill it burning in my chest

I didn't let enough ink spill
Should I try something red instead?
Maybe that's what's best

Too many days
Panned over too many months
Have I missed what we had in the past

Too many days
Panned over too many months
Have I been more than simply sad

I guess I didn't write enough
I didn't let enough ink spill
I can only try

Try to keep writing, breathing
Till myself
Or these feelings die

#ink #spilled #heartache #write

l i z a Dec 2015

Untitled

i recently tried writing you a poem and partially succeed. 
but then I thought, it wasn’t sincere enough, you wouldn’t believe it.
 i don’t want to write something I can easily just tell you aloud. 
i want to write something that i can’t.
something that can only be expressed in written words better than said.
something to look back when I want you to feel that. 
i want to write something that’ll make you feel something rather than know.
like seeing is believing, that’s what those feelings are for. 
i rather not tell, it’s better for me to show. 
sure there are words, but actions are worth much more.

#love #feelings #in #thoughts #ink #writing #tell #spilled #show

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.

#love #sad #ink #free #spilled #verse #hearbreak

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

#poetry #word #flowers #nature #ink #poems #spilled #spoken #prose #freestyle

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