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#savinggrace
I know you are better than that. It angers and frustrates me how; Childish and ill-disciplined you can be. A motto in which you follow unknowingly, "Think before" "Act later." Think about us. Think of how people see you when you are like that. It disappoints me and has drawn me To the point of a deepening depression when it comes to mind. To see your role model disobey and, Throw everything they have taught you, Out the window. We learn by example but have you Evaluated your actions, especially The ones' you exhibit to us? It's your time to make a change. Your life will fall apart if this continues. I write this as a wake-up call. Not only because I love you but To see you become a better person. It is your choice.
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
A Look In The Mirror
I let the whispers grow I let them fester in my head I felt like a moment after glass cooled Watching as the fragile bulb started its descent to the floor The glass splaying beauty on the grime below The sharp pieces slicing everything just letting the unforgiving stab of lies fly from loyalty. Why did I feel like this? Watching as the glass slowly hummed an indulgent stare as time rewinded moments of bright light dissipating with the connection Becoming clear and naive again to what held their future, This time? Cooled glass met a smooth stopping force An absolution of the shattered pieces it had almost fully become the careful caress and beholden laments. A lament similar to what had never been whispered but it was something whispered sprightly the richness in their eyes purring at the warm reflected light disparate to what light had absorbed before. I'd watched myself with the potential of beauty break over and over just to see you let me fall each time, remembering the last time unlike I did Up to now that was all I figured, but the purring observance of this new watch for me holding in high esteem and regard. It sang me humor and joy, moments of fear and redemption. A melody that came from different aid, hearing discord to the before emulating and heatedly ventured for distress But the silence burdened only them, because I had learned my own refrain of life
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Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 9:27 AM UTC
Songs of Glass