#hint
Her long hair cascades upon
Her face like silv'ry threads.
Her curious eyes wander
At everything she sees.
Her mind on her head,
Her nose buried in books.
I truly never knew what
She always searched for.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 10:21 AM UTC
Remember when everything was fine
Never thought about you being mine
When I had the courage to look in your eye
When it wasn't scary for us to spend time
Remember when I couldn't take the hint
I found out how you felt 'bout me
And the promises didnt turn out to be-
And then you came up looking at me
Looking at me, looking at me...
Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 12:15 AM UTC
I'm sure not good with confrontation,
But this lack of communication,
has me uptight and suffocatin',
Tell me what's a girl gotta do?
'Sent subtle hints and you still haven't a clue,
Don't I deserve a little explanation?
Just a little one on one,
A bit of understandin',
Unless you are bored and already done.
You make it hard to stay and even harder to leave,
You make it terribly, awfully, difficult to believe,
That out of everyone you were ready to get down on one knee,
When you once loved me,
It's either you let me go and cast out another line,
Or finally make up your mind,
But if I still make your heart beat,
If the thought of me still give you butterflies,
If I'm still the one you want to keep,
If there is still forever in your eyes
Then, sweep me off my feet,
and take my breath away,
Like you do regardless every day,
What isn't there to understand?
Make up your mind,
And take my hand,
How's one to get through to you?
What's a girl gotta do?
Nov 4, 2022
Nov 4, 2022 at 11:45 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, do you know what I don't know?
let me be a fool
one that slaps with cruel
leave some words for us leave some words for you
leave the past to dust leave the yellow floors too
let me be a fool
wear that memory on my neck & call it a jewel
seal the day of misery word by word in due
admire every single color in remembrance of every hue
let me be a fool
drown myself in that scent in that noise in that pool
dig the heels of my feet to the ground to keep me steady
never thought for an ever of a life I won't be ready
let me be a fool
the world of the never & delusions to rule
because them feels won't remain in the old self of every second
& no one gave me a hint to prepare what will & already threatened
------ravenfeels
Mar 19, 2022
Mar 19, 2022 at 5:39 PM UTC
We are not friends
We are nothing
But you can't seem to take the hint
That I don't like you
You did me *****
You threw me to the dogs
But you seem to think
I still like your guts
Coming over
Spreading lies
Acting like everything is alright
Sorry chicky
But you are just as ugly in and out
I don't give second chances
You had your chance
I am doing better now
So get the hint.
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 10:05 PM UTC
"I am trying to hold on. Even to the silliest and littlest of things. Even if it’s temporary. But there isn’t anything in my reach. Just grasping darkness. Nothingness. I am trying to tell you, my cry for help is soft almost as a breeze. Through little hints, please try to see. But it is going by un-noticed. There is no one to save me. Nothing to hold. I am slipping. I feel myself letting go. There is no tug from the heart that attachments were once etched to. I feel myself letting go of the thin life line I hold. Letting my life go as the tears that leave my eye and the crimson blood that spills from my skin. I slip, as I slip into sleep.”
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 10:32 AM UTC
Tracerene
Conclude the dream
Dew melt my eyes as a suken scene
Soft spoken words pour from your lips
With bones of greetings how often our slips
Gaze and grasp
Each night to pass
I follow you to heaven
Lift me to the ceilings of above
Paint me unto the walls of love
Grasp the two sides of the bodice
Reach to me closer, call me the goddess
Place unto the petals, leave me your alter
With breaths intertwined movements cease to falter
Eyes melt into one sight
Share with me our night
Loves together in a single moment
Kelidoscopes of rosed colors tint
Small traces to guide the hint
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
The arctic cold has brushed my cheek once again
The skies are stained white
and the ringing in my ears
is louder than ever
I wonder what the clouds are doing, I never see them anymore
The night doesnt come but the sun doesn't shine
I have a silver notebook
I write, spearmint
Because my eyes are watering but I feel nothing
The world is dry while the air is full
And the heavens take their morning pills
Wash their face
Head off sleepily to begrudgingly watch the icy seas
The wind bites my cheeks
But moves in such silence I wonder if the feeling is not just my routine punishment
At least I'm used to my spirits
At least I have a jacket on
At least the heavens didnt take a sick day all together.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
Oh the wayward motion that these celestial bodies tend to circumvent!
Do you take the time to analyze or ever wonder why?
A double edge sword, capable of discerning the heart’s intent
Might you care to venture there soon?
through crossed wires and code
yielding insight or an invite of some kind
with pictures, quotes, and anecdotes
Do you read between the lines?
Might I be the mirror that reflects your soul
Might I be the receiver of the light that guides you home
Might I be the kind of lady you’d want to pride around
Or Might I be a distant noise-- a sort of solemn sound
The way you shape your words, the thoughts you choose to speak
The many times you chose to share the inner-workings of your being
You plant a seed of hope, you give me life to breath
And even though you don’t think so, you’re quite a fantastic beast
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC
drips of joy
some of pain
peel me you'll
find restrain
liked or disliked
I‘m all the same
aroma and sight
so guess my name
--"Hint-Hint"--
don't take these
words by surprise
you might shed tears
from your eyes
many have complained
that I'm a nuisance yet
who I am is who I am and
can't help how I was named
open your eyes cant you see
an "ONION" thats just me...
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 7:12 AM UTC
Well,
memories,
hemorrhages
well
up from the sticky hole.
One time, I fell and hit my head
three times, three places, once in each:
the cabinet, the sink, the bathtub.
Practice being me by proxy.
Out of my head. Out my head.
Tangible damages,
incorporeal skeins.
Mess? Wreck. Heck,
This time, I stood and cracked
my skull on the cabinet:
Clarity? Is that you?
Practiced being me by proxy,
so so long.
Practiced being me by proxy.
Practiced being me by proxy,
so so long.
Practiced being me by proxy.
Clarity?
Or is this
an actual
hemorrhage?
Well,
Memory,
my sticky hole
is filling up
where the water was ****** by the ground.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
In the water that serpents drink and fishes mate in,
humans clean their pots.
The water drinks that dirt and oil,
it savours that hint of turmeric and burnt potato skin. It's a complete meal.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC
Cause you see.
I can be rich and married to a woman in mediocrity;
Or I can be poor and with the woman of my dreams,
I'm sure of it.
Everyone wants a piece they can only get a tour of it.
Fussin for crumbs, I'm baking more of it.
But that's apparent; or superficial?
It's existential at the core of it.
I just need to feel.
Girl, show me something real.
Don't conceal from me.
You can get the deal from me.
We can go and peel.
You can grip the the wood grain wheel.
Make 'em tires squeal...
For me,
Is who I'm running from.
Upset with all I have and haven't done.
Under layers of writing,
Pounds of paper,
Tangles of letters,
Words rearranged,
Metaphors you may think strange.
But here I am.
Hiding in my forest of unspoken conversation.
Bits and pieces can you see me?
Look and listen do you hear me?
Maybe I feel lost because I've grown.
Trees happen to be bigger than shown.
Past poems come to mind.
Of trees;
Of me.
Of flowers;
Which happen to be about her.
Certainly, this same old ǝɔuɐp’
Cannot be my only stance.
This tree has legs,
I must move.
I just hope to not lose it,
As soon as I get in the groove.
-Luca Ivaldi
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
I tripped over your ill
angled shoe..
Face planting the floor..
scuff marked pride,
as I got up stupid woman,
I uttered this under my breath...
I tripped over your ill
angled shoe..
coffee in hand,
a master of balance..
Not one droplet spilt,
but I saw you awkwardly
gaze at me, and I smiled.
The next few days,
I took another path.
missing your haphazard
feet entrapping my gaze..
I pondered the view,
the reason for my needing to
stumble...
Walking past where you sat,
now vacant.
I was glum at the thought
of you not fumbling my stance.
Collecting myself on days past,
I walked a new path to my office.
I tripped over your ill
angled shoe..
Face planting the floor..
scuff marked pride.
Getting up I asked you
a question..
*"I've fallen for you so many times
I think I'm in love,*
You can only fall so many times
before you realise that its love.
I showed the marks that I'd
fallen for you,
more than most would.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
No response...
502 bad gateway
or hint to get away
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 12:06 AM UTC
*You are like a corpse flower;
Beautiful and rare, but with a hint of death*
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
Now you have a handle on it.
Some feelings bump into you, say excuse me and move on.
Just a phase.
Others, attach themselves to the deepest parts of your spirit.
Like a fatal disease.
There’s little to no guarantee on which feelings live and which disintegrate.
Therein lies the question: Are they truly worthy of your candid affection?
And is the fight to obtain them, significant?
Can I have a handle on your thoughts?
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
I've got two big pimples,
Each located on either side of my forehead.
And distantly,
I look like the fictional Frankenstein's Monster!!
I guess these are from excessive tension...
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
eyes of sea
caged wingbeats
the only hint
behind the visage of indifference
the shroud that daylight imposes
and darkness disperses
for beneath lies
pain
desire
whispers of oblivion
desperation
that draws forth tears
mixing sleep and wakefulness
yet
somehow
granting more peace
than the glittering sands
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
I love you.
Silence
I suppose I'll take the hint.
F.Z.N
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC