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Shaky Spear is my name and rhyming is my game though I don't need to rhyme to be sublime I prefer the lines that stand on their own just words alone in a desert of colorless bone and dying poets
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May 5, 2024
May 5, 2024 at 1:16 PM UTC
Shaky Spear
There is a gap wide enough, Between what we feel, and what we show, That a jungle lives between; Neither hers nor mine, but somewhere new. This country's a paradise, but This country's a maze, where my sorrows Stalk my joys through dark forests Woven thickly through my reveries, As hungry creatures - by my hand sent, For the Gods of my forest Covet no beauty but chaos. This place has no maps, Because this place is me; And I am the blind cartographer August 2019
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Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC
Blind Cartographer
constant bodies around our lands who slip and trespass within one another and their depths appear quite endless although they cannot reach a core ink and sky churned to one sustaining of most life mostly mystery beautiful blue
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Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
The Biggest Body
What is it about the night time that makes us so vulnerable? Because at 3am the world seems to stop. I am shaded by a black veil of unconsciousness and madness that sputters onto my pillowcase. I feel weaker in the unknown; It possesses a certain uncertainty that is kept a secret between my skin binding itself to my membrane. I am not the queen of mystery nor the goddess of the night; I cannot wear a cloak that will swallow me like a sewer- that will distort me into a fragment. I crouch in corners and lurk loosely between fiction and reality
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
Nightmare
My brain clicks on and off in sync with my ballpoint pen My lungs have inflated to twice the size of my brain I'm finding it hard to think straight when three of my glass ribs have shattered into splinters that slice their way through my heart Startled by the bitter stains on the white carpet I'm sick of inhaling fumes that don't belong in this house that scratch at my ****** flesh like forced zippers
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
Vomiting