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I’ve been thinking of someone can touch me but Inside out it’s still empty No one can turn too I've been traveling for decades but my heart is still alone How many times have I been with you and met you But it's still not you Many battles have passed but it’s fair I thought it was you but until now I still haven't won I always left alone winning myself but not together with you I'm left victorious in myself but you're not with me No matter what I do I still can't see the real No matter how I open the door The opportunity is still elusive Even if I don't look for it, it's always whispered The real face still doesn't face me The real for me is still hidden Is there nothing left for me? Is it already written? How long will I wait? Is it always destined for someone else? Another opportunity will be waiting again But how far will the journey go without you Is this just the new beginning Is it just the beginning? There is always a new door to open You only open a door once and a while and you have a chance At the wrong time, not in the right direction The world stopped in the elusive happiness My tired heart cannot be satisfied The winding, tiring battle is not quiet The direction does not straighten to be with you and see you It is difficult when I have chosen you but you do not choose me I thought you were the one, but I will also go back to the old days and accept that you are no longer here There is no partner. ************************************ "𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕒 ℙ𝕒𝕝𝕒 𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕂𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕪𝕒𝕜" Ako ay nag hihintay na mayroong makaka hipo sakin pero hanggang ngayon wala paring laman Wala paring lumilingon Ilang dekada na akong nag lalakbay pero ang puso ko’y mag isa parin Ilang beses na kitang nakasama at nakilala Pero hindi parin ikaw Marami nang nagdaang labanan akala ko ikaw na yon pero hanggang ngayon hindi parin naipapanalo Naiwan akong nanalo sa sarili pero hindi ka kasama Kahit ano gawin ko hindi parin makita ang tunay Buksan ko man ang pinto Mailap parin ang pagkakataon Hindi ko man hanapin palagi itong binubulong Hindi parin humaharap ang tunay na mukha Nakatago parin ang tunay na para sakin Wala na bang para sakin? Naka tala na ba ito? Hanggang kailan ako mag hihintay? Parati nalang ba sa iba nakalaan? Panibagong pagkakataon ulit ang hihintayin Pero hanggang saan aabot ang paglalakbay ng wala ka Ito palang ba ang bagong simula Nagsisimula palang ba? Palaging may bagong pinto ang bubuksan Minsan ka lang mag bukas ng pinto at pagkakataon Sa maling pagkakataon na hindi natapat sa tamang direksyon Nahinto ang mundo sa mailap na lumigaya Hindi mapagbigyan sa napapagod kong puso Hindi matahimik ang paliko likong nakakapagod na labanan Hindi tumutuwid ang direksyon para makasama at makita ka Ang hirap kapag pinili na kita pero ikaw hindi mo ako pinipili Akala ko ikaw na yun uuwi rin din pala ako sa dati at tatanggaping wala ka na Wala palang kapareha.
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Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 3:54 PM UTC
"Failure Matches" (Tagalog Version)
I’ve been thinking of someone can touch me but Inside out it’s still empty No one can turn too I've been traveling for decades but my heart is still alone How many times have I been with you and met you But it's still not you Many battles have passed but it’s fair I thought it was you but until now I still haven't won I always left alone winning myself but not together with you I'm left victorious in myself but you're not with me No matter what I do I still can't see the real No matter how I open the door The opportunity is still elusive Even if I don't look for it, it's always whispered The real face still doesn't face me The real for me is still hidden Is there nothing left for me? Is it already written? How long will I wait? Is it always destined for someone else? Another opportunity will be waiting again But how far will the journey go without you Is this just the new beginning Is it just the beginning? There is always a new door to open You only open a door once and a while and you have a chance At the wrong time, not in the right direction The world stopped in the elusive happiness My tired heart cannot be satisfied The winding, tiring battle is not quiet The direction does not straighten to be with you and see you It is difficult when I have chosen you but you do not choose me I thought you were the one, but I will also go back to the old days and accept that you are no longer here There is no partner. ************************************ "𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕒 ℙ𝕒𝕝𝕒 𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕂𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕪𝕒𝕜" Ako ay nag hihintay na mayroong makaka hipo sakin pero hanggang ngayon wala paring laman Wala paring lumilingon Ilang dekada na akong nag lalakbay pero ang puso ko’y mag isa parin Ilang beses na kitang nakasama at nakilala Pero hindi parin ikaw Marami nang nagdaang labanan akala ko ikaw na yon pero hanggang ngayon hindi parin naipapanalo Naiwan akong nanalo sa sarili pero hindi ka kasama Kahit ano gawin ko hindi parin makita ang tunay Buksan ko man ang pinto Mailap parin ang pagkakataon Hindi ko man hanapin palagi itong binubulong Hindi parin humaharap ang tunay na mukha Nakatago parin ang tunay na para sakin Wala na bang para sakin? Naka tala na ba ito? Hanggang kailan ako mag hihintay? Parati nalang ba sa iba nakalaan? Panibagong pagkakataon ulit ang hihintayin Pero hanggang saan aabot ang paglalakbay ng wala ka Ito palang ba ang bagong simula Nagsisimula palang ba? Palaging may bagong pinto ang bubuksan Minsan ka lang mag bukas ng pinto at pagkakataon Sa maling pagkakataon na hindi natapat sa tamang direksyon Nahinto ang mundo sa mailap na lumigaya Hindi mapagbigyan sa napapagod kong puso Hindi matahimik ang paliko likong nakakapagod na labanan Hindi tumutuwid ang direksyon para makasama at makita ka Ang hirap kapag pinili na kita pero ikaw hindi mo ako pinipili Akala ko ikaw na yun uuwi rin din pala ako sa dati at tatanggaping wala ka na Wala palang kapareha.
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i'd seen it burning, it was me the one who'd set it up. i'd never tell, never be seen, but always be around. there was some beauty to it that i couldn't really share. The flame and i were different, but both always gasped for air. i've seen it taking, felt the fear it's gotten me before. yet somehow it would lure me in and ask to feed it more. it's made itself known on my skin, gently dabbing my hands. i always knew that we were kin, i knew it understands. a rapsody of life and death, a fable so intriguing, you couldn't picture warmth so fatal, or love so unforgiving. it didn't leave no silver scars, no petty, goudy patches, i'm just a never dying spark trapped in a box of matches.
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Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 4:27 AM UTC
No silver scars
Just lay beneath the stars with me Pretending that we're kids again Still dreaming big dreams Still stealing kisses Living back in the before time When we hadn't yet learned That some people are like matches And if you hold on too long You get burned.
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Aug 2, 2021
Aug 2, 2021 at 7:52 PM UTC
Matches
change consciousness with another ashes turn to plastic giraffes play wack a-mole i’ll miss you when you’re gone messages dart his eyes playing with the devil’s knife living down, in the darkness of my mind between infant cries connecting lies and infernos burning haunted lives i wish no one the pain of a box of broken matches
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Jul 14, 2021
Jul 14, 2021 at 12:13 AM UTC
6/13/2021
See my face Coated in tears Like how the rain paints the sidewalk Only know that I tried No matter how insignificant my attempts appear An abomination to most But my heart pure I roll myself out to allow others to dry their shoes A ***** old rug after time with each boot leaving its imprint Drop a match on my gasoline soaked skin to keep you warm Watch the flames dance and my eyes turn gray, but my smile untampered Out of everyone, I thought you'd understand But time after time I realize I'm just letting myself down
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Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 1:34 AM UTC
rain
i used to think we were the perfect match but matches are meant to ignite and then burn out.
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Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 3:29 PM UTC
dying flames
sometimes its comforting, the dark its like a veil its like a fog it surrounds you, and although its cold in a weird way its, familiar like its always there, but sometimes you get too comfortable fall in too deep and feel safe where you shouldn't its hard to get out when it feels right like its where you belong where you deserve to be, in the dark in the fog in the cold and after the light is always too bright, the air too warm its too perfect, and you were right because you know what comes next it always comes next, the darkness so why not accept it? why not stay? since it always comes back, the light always dims the warmth always leaves, it gets smothered by the wind and the rain and now the matches are wet so you cannot relight it, when all you need is a spark but you cant get one, but why not wait for them to dry because the rain never seems to stop it just keeping going washing away everything making you blank, making you empty, it blends the days together when there is no light, no way to tell how long its been or how much longer and then one day it stops and the light is back, the warmth fills you up until you overflow, but your so scared to lose it again you don't even care, it's almost scary how much you missed it, but even in the most perfect moments its always there making you wonder how long will it last and its hard to enjoy it when you know one day the darkness always comes back so the rain starts, the cold comes and what's the point of putting in the energy when it will always fade, will always dim because the cold days get more and more and more frequent, until you cant remember the warmth until you don't even want it because, the cold becomes comfortable and that's all we want, right? to be comfortable to feel safe to feel something to feel the cold is better than to feel nothing, right? at least the cold reminds you you're alive, that you still are here until one day you aren't because the darkness gets us all and in a weird way its almost nice, to know one day we will all have the same fate, no matter how hard we try no matter what the darkness always wins so, why not find comfort in it? the darkness.
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Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 4:10 AM UTC
darkness
sometimes its comforting, the dark its like a veil its like a fog it surrounds you, and although its cold in a weird way its, familiar like its always there, but sometimes you get too comfortable fall in too deep and feel safe where you shouldn't its hard to get out when it feels right like its where you belong where you deserve to be, in the dark in the fog in the cold and after the light is always too bright, the air too warm its too perfect, and you were right because you know what comes next it always comes next, the darkness so why not accept it? why not stay? since it always comes back, the light always dims the warmth always leaves, it gets smothered by the wind and the rain and now the matches are wet so you cannot relight it, when all you need is a spark but you cant get one, but why not wait for them to dry because the rain never seems to stop it just keeping going washing away everything making you blank, making you empty, it blends the days together when there is no light, no way to tell how long its been or how much longer and then one day it stops and the light is back, the warmth fills you up until you overflow, but your so scared to lose it again you don't even care, it's almost scary how much you missed it, but even in the most perfect moments its always there making you wonder how long will it last and its hard to enjoy it when you know one day the darkness always comes back so the rain starts, the cold comes and what's the point of putting in the energy when it will always fade, will always dim because the cold days get more and more and more frequent, until you cant remember the warmth until you don't even want it because, the cold becomes comfortable and that's all we want, right? to be comfortable to feel safe to feel something to feel the cold is better than to feel nothing, right? at least the cold reminds you you're alive, that you still are here until one day you aren't because the darkness gets us all and in a weird way its almost nice, to know one day we will all have the same fate, no matter how hard we try no matter what the darkness always wins so, why not find comfort in it? the darkness.
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Ash floats around me my hands caked in soot the burnt match between my fingers. Remnants of flames burning in my eyes, smoldering rubble smells of smoke and destruction. I lift the match to my mouth touch the tip to my tongue the salty taste worth the raging fires of my sins.
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Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 4:22 PM UTC
Arsonist 4.19.20
Matches Ashes Acid on my casket Buried with the hatchet Of my fight with this life I knew I could never hack it
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Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 12:26 AM UTC
Matches Ashes Acid
i had a paper heart, you played with matches.
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Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
doll parts
you light a match, i fall in love. just like magic.
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Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
c l i c h e s
Idiots shouldn't play with matches cos they washed in petrol... But I'm no idiot, but I'll still throw a match in the room and watch the idiots burn.
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Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
Idiots And Matches
the world is getting too bright i cant tell that something isn't right something else is dripping from the tears in my skin you told me not to let the darkness in in but you left so what's the point let's set fire to this joint the matches are there no need to stare reach into my pocket nothing you can to stop it not anymore i'll start this chaos i've got people to brainwash this is what happens when you abandon me i told you but i guess you wanted to see burn down the room decorate your tomb gave you my heart but you decided to spend it gave you life now it's my turn to end it
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Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 5:04 PM UTC
chaos
huddled beneath the ***** dark alleys of the past there's a girl rubbing her hands together for a semblance of warmth the cold bites deep through bare clothing chilling her to the bone as the frost flurries through and bright Christmas trees set her eyes alight she shakily pulls a small matchbook from her pocket with a breath, she mutters a prayer and strikes the match to watch it burn one last time the flame wavers but continues to burn 'till there is no fuel left just as the light dies she, too, dies and the ghosts come to take her hand to a safer place where it's Christmas yearlong and warm embraces await for the little match girl has left for somewhere, something beyond our reach
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 9:05 PM UTC
little match girl
Maybe it is me Actually it is me You are quite the dream Truth is a burden Heavy sets the beating heart Even on that day Beating hearts and a falling start Recreate the scenes of us falling apart Incandescent lights Disrupt the flame Giving off a new sort of spark Effectively entrapped in an entangled waltz Spiraling into the wall Indescribably Beaten and battered by frivolous exchange Understandably we're upset Reacting not acting Nevertheless we swing Lightning flashing Inside the mind between the hearts Grasping what we understand Hoping for the rest Truly serene Truth may be a burden Hardly to fallen stars Enticed to try again Wishing for a chance A way to find the end Yet I'll I hope we'll never see
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
May The Bridges I Burn... (An Acrostic)
I want to play a little game Don't need you talking about your fame I'll put your heart inside a frame I'll put you in my hall of fame You burned down a building with people inside Do not try to run there is nowhere to hide You killed nine people all under twenty one The things that you did can never be undone Burn half of your body to see how it hurt I wonder if your husband knows you're a flirt All you have to do is take that gasoline And cover yourself from your toes to your waist Then light a match I think you know what to do No need to cry yourself to sleep I really hope you continue to weep
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Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
A Little Game
They told us to never play with fire To never touch a match To throw away the lighters They said to never play with fire Even if you're using it to Burn Yourself Up
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC
Because they do not want you to become a phoenix
you know when you strike a match? you have to go quickly to light it if you go too slow, it won’t light but once you light it, if you wave it around to quickly it burns out but if you wave it slowly it stays lit
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
match
I was there Throwing matches on the bridge Without lighting them up. Thinking whether or not I could handle the fact that I wouldn't be able to cross over if I did. But as the fog cleared up I could clearly see you On the other side, Pouring gasoline. "Burn," I said, So we could dance Near the fire On the long, cold night.
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 6:24 AM UTC
it was fun, wasn't it?
You said I left you alone in the dark But you were screaming with the lights on You said you didn't know where we were But you knew right from the start That we would crash and burn Like falling stars, we were crossed We were the enemy of the night But now we're lighting matches To help guide us home
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Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
Matches made in heaven
the good days burn out like matches. sparking sleepless nights and bad dreams. the force of trying to start it again isn't worth the ephemerality of its effect. you never should've played with fire. it's (i'm) nearly impossible to put out once i'm started
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Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
your voice is like gasoline on fire
And like that I am lost in you. The simplest of touch is all it takes. Lost in that feel good place that beckons our name over and over. The physical manifestation of what we both know to be true. The feel of your skin pressed tight against mine. Our fingers lost in the rhythm. The Times we've made mistakes like this. Our lips hesitant. Reaching out to one another in a pace we can both relate. You feel me and I know this to be true. Both of us lost. Slipping and sliding in reassurance. Eluding the overwhelming thought that at any moment our eyes will shut tight and our inner fear will dissipate into eruption. Anticipation built high. We both brace for the thrill of fire. A match striking the side of box. Over and over until we are both consumed. Blown away in satisfaction. Neither of us can speak. The peak of ascension. And Like that I am lost. Caressing you until the last ember is blown out
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Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 8:52 PM UTC
Like Fire
There was a Danish girl I knew before A little girl who was unusual The last time saw her I in local store Or maybe I was just delusional She always carried matches up her sleeve And liked to set the fire to her stuff The total strangers called her little thieve And claimed she was supposed to be in cuff Somebody said she went away abroad To meet her mother who was working there They heard she has been holding lightning rod And waiting for the storm with humid hair They said she went mad and burst into flames She couldn’t handle things and gave it in She was a fairytale, somebody claims But fairytales like that just make me grin
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 4:12 AM UTC
The Danish Girl
“I have a habit of setting myself on fire to keep other people warm” she admitted with her hands in her lap and eyes towards the floor at that moment he smiled took out a book of matches and handed them to her
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
You knew what you were doing