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#coals
we were body to body my head on your chest was my favourite hobby until it went cold like hockey how can something so intimate turn into just another thing? another place, another time another day I write my feelings inside the colourful pages of my diary wake up after dreaming of you with anxiety my passion is fiery but the coals are growing cold your hands I cannot even imagine anymore your touch cannot activate me anymore we cannot restore what we had before sure we were body to body and my head on your chest was my favourite hobby but I deserve more, I cannot settle we were golden but now there's rust in the metal
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Dec 14, 2021
Dec 14, 2021 at 2:38 PM UTC
body to body
One click, two clicks as they are locked within the chamber. Trapped within themselves, stoking coals red hot with anger. Because... Kindness is a trinket, and people value it as much. An ornament worth a look, but seldom worth a touch. And now... Sitting in this chamber, who I am remains unseen. I could not cut enough to show what lies beneath. And still... I am who I am, and this world will not change me. I will be who I am, this pain will not derange me. And I wish... I wish that all they saw was the color of my soul. I wish my story mattered to them a bit more. But now... One click, two clicks with a hollow point in the chamber. Freedom from myself, soaking walls blood red with anger.
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Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 5:38 PM UTC
Trapped in the Chamber, and Freed by it.
Tell me, what is it like, to crooked-roll the dice, to always get snake-eyes, to keep slipping on ice? Tell me why he talks, tell me why he walks, the way he does, like he's barefoot on the coals. He's barefoot on the rocks. All those dice sit in your cup. "C'mon girl, just fill 'er up." And tell me why he laughs at all those broken hands, and broken hearts, and palms of sand, and crooked dice, that fell, through cracks, and on the lines, out of their hands, into your eyes. You said, "Sometimes, I see better, when the sand up here is wetter. That girl tried to take the gritty pain away —I didn't let her." "The sand I put there, in her eyes," he said, "reminded her of all her lies, and I never did forget her."
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Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 12:54 AM UTC
Sand
Better a small spark of flame From hot coals and ash Than a great bolt of light That goes out with a flash .
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Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 2:24 PM UTC
Perspective, Within
Fire sparks along the walls of my gut. Smoke pours from mouth—the cries I tried to release, gone. Lies lies lies lies and excuses, there’s a burning in my stomach. I feel words wither on my tongue As yours overpower and overwhelm. Questions asked About every word. I’ll set it on fire I’ll set it all on fire. Coals to your wisdom, Embers to your truth. I’ll set it on fire. Stop asking me And doubting me And lying. I’ll set it all on fire.
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Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 10:05 PM UTC
Set it on Fire
a home here with coals 'bout tarter there's aflame that mustn't rake this world again if hypnotics lest than ions seed hygiene while it's really artificial and much pervasive in matters of the stars
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 8:27 AM UTC
Love Coals
She had eyes like coals dark and hard large but charred She had a smile like pearls nice and white small but bright She had a heart of gold strong like oak huge but broke
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Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
Oak but Broke
*When the heat from your hatred has burned out, what more will you have left; but coals?*
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Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
Hatred's fire.
Love is like walking on burning coals It is a real test of all the real loving souls Love and beauty has just different roles Beauty on love exercises its all controls Very many tests are on the way of love Please do understand my innocent dove Since we have crossed all the barriers now So be ready with your archer and the bow For the taste of your eyes I can just do a lot Keeping tight the love and beauty's knot You will burn me being so burning and hot Let us keep intact the beauty of love plot Embrace me and burn me with your charm Being in real love my love is just no harm Let love show and practice its real norm Allow my love to take over beauty by storm Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 1:51 AM UTC
Burning Coals
I know it, It burns like hot coals in my throat. Directions that seem clear, Only to disappear when it's time to go. It's never goodbye, But it feels like so. What broken record am I that it stays and stings? A heart is a useful gift, But sometimes it's use. Is restricted by what it brings.
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Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC
Never Goodbye
I have been on  a playground of coals, They are charred with bone I skip on and flesh  parched Every Ride Burns Another part of my humanity away. "I feel nothing" As chains I swing upon Eroding, Flaying, Splintered Shards of bone, that which was Mortality has no place. Until the shell  peels and Only the shadow of me remains, I was Human, Soul, Flesh That is all faded upon parched coals. I was, but now I am only darkness, After humanity and light is burned away.
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Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
Humanity Peels Upon Charred Coals
one match. kindled one infatuation this lit match was contained in a jar in the innermost parts of my heart i protected it with all i had i trusted you which was quite sad. one day you broke this fragile jar that's when it began. hot sizzling ambers glow red as the morning sun burning intensely giving off an odorless smoke see, my heart has been now set ablaze for you its veins produce a scorching red liquid that burns at the thought of you it does not only hold liquids but it holds angst angst since you left me in this fiery blaze amidst the bright flames at the bottom lies coal coal. this black ashy substance fueling the ****** agony coal. from the time you betrayed me. when deceit seemed to only be on your tongue of fire coal. when you said our love was like an everlasting cigarette but instead you gently blew out the light what a lie. the blaze rages on destroying the memories of what used to be it regains strength it heals the soil gives light to the new it releases exorbitant amounts of catharsis i feel it the fire will never die with the unfortunate truth that you were never mine but the only thing that will be remembered is how much i had tried (b.d.s.)
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
eclipsing fire.