#wip poems on Hello Poetry

Lucy Crozier Oct 2014

semantic satiation: look at a word or hear it
over and over and over until it stops
looking like any thing of any sense. becoming
any random collection of syllables
any old snarl of letters:
love love love love
love love love love
love love love love
love love love love
love love love love
till meaning slips away.
water evaporating from your hands
before contact is even made.
a shiver at the edge of your sight,
disappearing before the movement to turn begins.
matches that don't want to be on fire,
covered with wax; you wanted them water proofed.
staring into your own pupils
watching them contract and then dilate
until they are no longer any part of you.
until they could swallow you whole.
gilt edges framing your face-
not your face, anymore.

if you practice this enough you stop being afraid.
or fear takes longer to arrive.
at least it looks different when it gets there,
love.

This is a work in progress, so I'm accepting constructive criticism. A new poem. I've just edited this more, so it looks a bit different then when i originally posted it.

#words #language #wip

bucky Sep 2014

science experiment

this isnt a eulogy for the antichrist
this isn't the garden, this isn't saturday late nights out on the pier, downing beers and a pint of something stronger.
you, infinite, at the center of it all
and my universe in sync.
i can taste the beer on your breath
the kind of mint you never want to try
(i hope you'll kiss me anyway)

whoa it kind of rhymes a little bit that's new

#short #weird #idk #wip #tfw

Katie Aug 2014

spring

when spring turns
cherry blossoms roll out their tongues
thirsty for this season of recovery
i join, flavouring my days
with their new perspective

#poetry #wip #snippet

Styles Jul 2014

Worldplay

Watch your steps,
these dudes Big Harry
and they Hindersons
But, i'm here now,
like its; just begun.
king kong, up steps,
dragging *******, for 4
furlongs, teachers pet
hair and gone

WIP

#wip

Lauren Christina Pearson May 2014

-Title Undecided-

Don't tell me the pieces of us
fell from my careless hands.
As if I was the Medusa
who turned your veins bitter,
and your skin to stone.

Anxiously hunched shoulders
can only hold up a relationships for so long
before giving under the pressure
of resentful looks and strained silences.

It wasn't I that scattered
eggshells in our home,
ear posed for gentle cracking in the
unfaithful hours of the morning.

My hands spread wide still aren't
enough to cradle your expectations,
and here I am, struggling to hold on to the edge,
as the gap between reasonable and unattainable widens.

I won't be blamed for leaving.
Not when your eyes have held ghosts for far too long.

Any ideas for the title?

#love #heartbreak #loss #untitled #wip

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