#poetryisart
My eyes once showed me a remarkable sight: it peered at this jaw dropping might
and my ears heard a voice that captures attention with each and every word it incites yet still my brain raced to inform me of a wonder that transforms imagination upon it's presence as if it were a millennial twilight but my soul insisted upon the woman who is a queen suited for my being, a design tailor made specifically for what heart has in mind.
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 7:36 PM UTC
She is human, a flawed being
which is inclined to make alot
of mistakes, her cravings incite
her to act so often out of place,
she feels insecure at times too
and tends to look in a mirror for
errors to ensure she's presentable.
Her persona isn't a mystical fairy
embodiment your wishes make,
nor are her dimples snow flakes
drowning sincerity with embrace
which easily make man gravitate.
She is trauma filled to an extent,
seeping in sorrow few relate to,
those curves she carries around
may not even appear as tasteful
but the ***** she has pumping
blood through her veins is worth
more than what an oyster creates.
Sep 21, 2024
Sep 21, 2024 at 3:23 PM UTC
Masked by her glittering eyes
I see it.. I see… a glooming past,
Sinking in the disguise of relevence…
She just losing herself part by part.
The anguish, the suffering and the face of fatigue,
Professing to be the effigy of power, Let her be the one she was or Let her be the one she is .…
Everything that's gone… Everything that's left, It's her to decide when to RECOVER.
Feb 19, 2023
Feb 19, 2023 at 11:27 AM UTC
You don't know
How desperately I love you
But my stimulations drain me
Like ************ from the mind.
My heart, and my brain
The gladiator, and the lion
An unstoppable force,
an immovable object,
The Moon, and the Sun
Heaven, and Hell
I want so badly for you to understand how desparate I am to love you through my worst nature.
Feb 2, 2023
Feb 2, 2023 at 9:02 PM UTC
Would you drink my tears,
If I asked you to?
And maybe get intoxicated by the
salty taste I somehow still
find a way to get addicted to?
Cause I would,
for you.
I would fill an entire jar of tears,
any size you’d like.
Ask me for a bigger one and
I’d still find another reason to cry.
Could you bottle one for me,
too?
Apr 26, 2022
Apr 26, 2022 at 6:01 AM UTC
Beautiful you are, a pretty shower.
You wash away all the dismay,
so gentle you are with me, falling
each day so that we may meet
even if our river runs dry you peak
at a point that touches rain's feet.
Surrounded by birds and tree's,
an atmosphere with calm scenery
and yet still your eyes pour down
drowning like a pool of love only;
upon me.
Jan 7, 2022
Jan 7, 2022 at 4:32 AM UTC
There has always been a lot of different ways to destroy yourself - there's the devotion to something that is not you, the cutting a piece off yourself and putting it in another person; that person becomes positive one and you are left with a gaping hole that misses itself, misses what is used to be.
And that hole will never fully fill itself again, you see, no matter how much you stuff it with wool and dirt. There will always be this swallowing-everything-you-see-and-then-spitting-it-out hole. And then you think, what if I completely give myself to others? And then there's chunks of yourself on the floor and you're as much human as your kiddy teddy bear that's been lying in the mud your entire life. And then there's a dead man at your feet.
There's the protective layer - the fake, something that is not you, the stolen artwork that you placed on yourself because you're too ashamed, too scared, to fill the gallery with something that is truly yours. Something that is truly you. You're walking around with a camera in your hand that captures everything at a hands-reach. And then you pretend its your own until you fool yourself enough to finally grab your needles and thread and sew your own initials on the tag.
You can stab yourself well enough that they won't recognize you anymore. Take every sharp thing you see, and then jam it straight into where it hurts. But it hurts everywhere, so you keep stabbing, until people come up to you and feel sorry for you. ‘what happened’ they ask. You never know what to answer. ‘What happens next?’ You're afraid now, you're not yourself. I’m sorry, maybe if I rearrange your mirror you will see yourself again, but my knuckles will have to heal first.
There’s still blood on them.
Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 4:27 PM UTC
There's a devil in the corner of my room who waits until I fall asleep to kiss my cheek and bid me goodnight.
During the day he cannot reach me because he is, as stated previously, a demon, in all its magnificent glory.
But he's not bad, not for me.
I tell him all my secrets, I tell him of all who looked at me with eyes I can't interpret. I'm trying my best here, and I think this four legged creature is the closest I'll come to being loved.
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 1:30 PM UTC
In one single night I realized the meaning in which I have been dwelling my entire life to find out the answer to
but now I fear that I know too much about what needs to be kept unknown
I've been mumbling the words of one thousand dead relatives every second of my life.
You can't hear me, neither could I until this one particular night.
I found myself on a bike riding south and wondering why I'm here, what made me get here and why am I on a bike and why am I riding south and why am I ten years old I feel like I should be one million
I fell asleep and woke up one year older, then I repeated the process and now the candles can't fit on the cake but my blow gets compared to storms
I can't keep up and on my death bed I will speak the words of Eve
She said, "This life was made for you, are you ready to do it again?"
and I replied, "We are the same, you and I"
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 1:56 PM UTC
you walk on an abandoned railway
its dark and you can't see anything
but your know they're there
people in front of you
behind you, on every side of you
holding you like you're something dear, someone important that they can't bear to lose
it's a ghost town.
you might as well be blind but you still balance on the tracks, someone is holding your hand
at home your mom is making dinner while you eat a clementine
and nothing makes you happier than this clementine
so you consider planting a seed but
it would die anyway
because it's a ghost town.
but there are no ghost, not really
it's just history
and it's begging you to keep yourself sane.
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 7:01 PM UTC
Why should I
Hold on to pains
And failures of the past?
Am I not mama nature's own?
Even trees in the fall
Let go of their leaves
For come spring,
Anew chapter shall begin.
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 5:29 AM UTC
Yeah , I was and I am
an introvert
You resolved me so soon
you cared about me too much
you was , are my most important
part even when I didn't know that.
Your absence, presence mattered me
but somehow , situations shattered me
I was too yearning for you in the silence
when you was craving for me in words .
I cannot persist in saying
and yes I know I was delaying
but really , I felt
I missed you so much, even when
I said , " I don't. "
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 2:46 PM UTC
Let your feet talk you through your steps forward.
Let your head become the private office space for your brain to work in.
Justine Louisy
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Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 4:30 AM UTC
Lost for words yet again
1:24am still awake
Head filled with screams
Laughter following
Hounds on a fox hunt
Looking for a sign
Where the rabbit tracks start
Tumbleweeds rolling
Maybe if I keep listening
I’ll finally hear that poetic voice
The shy one
Only speaking when it’s had enough
When silence becomes its enemy
Provoking embers into flames
I’ll continue to jot down
Asking if it has anything to say
Alcohol anonymous meetings
Share your feelings
The reasons for your actions
Pass when you don’t feel like it
Somethings got to give
Please just say something to me
Anything
Even if it is
Another suicide note
We can’t carry out
Deaths not a fast food restaurant
We simply wait for a table
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 2:34 AM UTC