#split poems on Hello Poetry

A Simillacrum Sep 2019

staring once more
into myself
dregs staring back
me, "nothing more
than a character"
then close, it follows
staring inside
from the outside
what do you see?

can't escape the
sum of my parts
smoke signals sent,
nothing returned
need to ask those burned
"should i burn myself"
hurting inside, toiling
the trivialities.

what's the good word?
i'm making sense
time wasn't lost,
the time was spent

every once in a while
i can act out certain scenes
in ways my words
could never say

my worst qualities crack the best of my plans
my worst qualities crack the best of my plans

there was a point,
the recent past,
this act had meant
feeling concrete
the cast has since
disappeared
let the pour pool
up here, set
around my feet.

my worst qualities crack the best of my plans
my worst qualities crack the best of all my plans

i'm split, i'm split, i'm split

#meta #manic #split #crack #see #stare #inside #outside

Laokos Jul 2019

mind to cleave

born from a splitting
ache in the back-left of my head
like a drill bit whirring in an empty paint can.

i'd give you pearls for hands my love,
ever-winter washing over our foaming cerulean eyescapes.

inside your drums I hear
a pulse that cries for
hips and thorns entangled
under your
navel.

one more summer breath from lung to lung
exchanged
under moonlight for the promise of elevation.
you are not
who you say you are
my dear - you are a
future memory
stalking sweetly today under the guise
of novel pleasure , but time will
reveal your skin to me
under the electric lavender
of my
eyelids.

you are wood grain
and strata -
born too, it seems, from a splitting.

#split #mind #cleave #ache #born

Mal Jul 2019

after

after all we had
and every moment we have shared
we now act like we never met

#split

saige Jul 2019

Just a six word story

Mom and dad arent in love.

#heartbreak #split

Split Sep 2019

Trust

I wish life had an unspoken HIPAA policy.

#split

Split Jul 2019

The Now.

Value yourself.
For as you creep into the past,
you wish to have loved yourself then.

#split

Split Jul 2019

Soon-to-be Scars.

You were a shattered chandelier.

In hopes of preservation,
he swept you up.
And in the midst,
cut himself.

#split

Split Jun 2019

Boundless Illusion

People ask me
what I'd like to be when I'm older.
Dumbfounded, I am left.

Not because I'm not ambitious,
not because I have no dreams,
but because I am electrified.
Exhilaration numbing all words.

Yet with all that joy
fear so elegantly prances in my dreams.
Fear of failure,
loss of desire.
That everything I've ever wanted
will crush the cord of paralyzation.

Post the detour
of invasive claims,
I remember who I am.

A person who lives in the moments
during the day,
and is wishful at night.
A comforting balance.

In the day
eyes shine bright
with gratitude.
For the future is unknown
while the now is wildly understood.

At night trepidation flees,
whilst reverie is on its knees.
For in this world,
a star-lit sky sets no limits
on who I want to be.

#split

Split Jun 2019

Isolation

I used to crave human attention
but I'm in need of an evacuation.

#split